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tarlosweeklyprompts · 9 months

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TWP EVENTS: Back to School

Hello and happy August! Since August is typically the back to school month for most schools, I thought it would be fun to do a "back to school" theme! Below are the rules and several prompts! This event will span the month of August. If you have any questions, let me know! An additional prompt will be added each Sunday to spice up the list.

P R O M P T S

College AU

Meet Cute - both go to the same coffee shop to study for an upcoming exam and accidently get the other's coffee order

TK the lead singer of a band that travels around to different colleges. Carlos attends one of his shows.

Enemies to lovers - TK and Carlos are roommates who hate each other.

"I don't want to be here, my friend made me come."

Summer Fling - TK and Carlos meet over the summer during a vacation trip. They part ways, thinking that they'll never see each other again only to see each other a few weeks later at the same college. Was it just a summer fling or something more?

Carlos and TK are both professors that teach at the same college. Nobody knows that they're secretly dating.

"I need someone to pose for my art finale, and I want it to be you."

After Gabriel's death, Carlos decides to leave the police life behind and go back to school to do something else.

Carlos works in the college library and TK goes there pretending to study but really it's so he can stare at Carlos.

Carlos and TK take their kids back to school shopping

Carlos works at the college radio station and he keeps playing songs that TK likes to try and impress him.

Childhood best friends who reconnect at college

"I always see you sleeping in the most random places."

"Can you help me study?"

College Party

Mutual pinning - TK and Carlos both like each other, but think the other doesn't and doesn't want to bring it up because they don't want to ruin the friendship.

Instead of following in his father's footsteps, TK decides to go to college instead of being a firefighter. There he meets Carlos, who's decided to take a different path too.

RA Carlos Reyes who always has to get on TK Strand for being the loudest person in the dorm.

TK and Carlos are roommates, one of them walks in on the other masterbating.

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, moldboards, fanart, gifs

All fics are due September 6

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 #twpbacktoschool

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thebumblecee · 1 year

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#these have my brain going brrrrrrrr #something something obedient TK #writing #writing: visual prompts #tk strand #carlos reyes #ronen rubinstein #rafael silva #tarlos

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kiloskywalker · 8 months

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Seven-ish Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tags @chaotictarlos and @alrightbuckaroo! You're right, I do have somethings to share. Ignoring the fact that it's technically Monday, here is a new short sneak peek from my WIP "Take My Breath Away", my Tarlos Fighter Pilots AU. ********

“What?” Carlos said, when the silence shifted from comfortable to something much more intense–nothing bad, but nothing quite as simple as companionship. “Hmm?” “You’re looking at me funny.” “Am I? And here I thought I was just looking at you.” Carlos swallowed, a sudden case of nerves making him feel as anxious as he had on his first date ever, and all because TK was looking at him as though he were seeing him for the first time. Trying to muster up a bit of bravado, Carlos scoffed and settled back in his seat. “Oh yeah? And what do you see?” TK grazed his thumb over the top of Carlos’s knuckles and holy shit, TK might as well have been stroking his palm between his legs. Heat infused Carlos’s body, flames licking along his veins as the other man's eyes roamed over Carlos's face and down his neck, then he licked his lips, making Carlos squirm a little in his seat. “I see a man I wasn’t looking for. A man I didn’t even know was there, until right now. And Carlos?” “Yeah?” “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be than sitting with him in this car right now, holding his hand.”

no pressure tags under the cut (I just learned about how to do that!)

no pressure tags: @bonheur-cafe @reyesstrand @lemonlyman-dotcom @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @sanjuwrites @carlos-in-glasses @meditating-honey-badger @mtdaddario @bigtittiesrafa @happinessandlove92 @lightningboltreader @carlitosreyesstrand @firstprince-history-huh @importantbailiffpaperpony @welcometololaland @sweettkstrand @rubinsteinsilva126 @tarlosislife @smurfassbitch and anyone else who wants to participate

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noxsoulmate · 1 year

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💕✨ Forever’s gonna start tonight ✨💕

Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star | Author: noxsoulmate | Read on ao3

Word Count: 1517 | Rating: General Audience | Warnings/Tags: pure fluff, night before the wedding, traditions, keeping TK and Carlos apart is impossible, happily breaking tradition, late night conversations, cuddles and kisses, soft Carlos/TK, no cold feet here, THEY'RE GETTING MARRIED

Summary:

“Why am I not surprised?” Carlos murmured between kisses, pulling TK closer after he made sure the blanket covered him fully.

“Not to undermine your detective skills,” TK replied, still peppering his face with little kisses that had Carlos hum in response. “But I’m sure everyone would be more surprised if I hadn’t snuck into your bedroom.”

~*~

Traditionally, the soon-to-be-married couple should sleep apart from each other the night before the wedding. But in TK Strand’s words: if anyone would’ve truly wanted that, they wouldn’t have let them sleep in the same house…

💕✨ Read on ao3 ✨💕

This was supposed to be a whole wedding fic but, well, me being me I never got around to finishing it 😅 so I thought I'd at least share this fluffy little piece of it and I hope you'll enjoy it 🥰

Sneak peek under the cut:

Carlos wasn’t the least bit surprised when the door to his room opened, not twenty minutes after the house had fallen silent. Without opening his eyes though grinning wide, he lifted the blanket, and it didn’t even take a second for TK to scoot beneath it and right into his arms.

“Why am I not surprised?” he murmured between kisses, pulling TK closer after he made sure the blanket covered him fully.

“What about tradition?”

There was no real conviction behind Carlos’ question, and given the smugness in TK’s voice, they both knew that Carlos wasn’t protesting.

“If they’d truly wanted us to sleep apart the night before our wedding then they should’ve made sure I spent it somewhere else.”

“Mhh, that’s probably true.”

The whole wedding party sleeping at his parents' place was purely functional, seeing how it was only twenty minutes away from their wedding location. But yes, it truly meant they all hadn’t really thought about the fact that TK and Carlos would be sleeping in the same house, separated by nothing more than a corridor.

“Plus,” TK continued, now peppering little kisses along Carlos’ neck, “doesn’t everyone want happy and well-rested grooms on the day of the wedding? We both know neither of us sleeps well without the other there. So sleeping apart sounds rather counterproductive.”

“Can’t argue that logic.”

And so he didn’t. Instead, he finally opened his eyes, just to look at his fiancé and the wide smile greeting him.

“Hi,” he breathed against TK’s lips and got a little, “Hey,” in return before their lips met again in a sweet and innocent kiss.

💕✨ Continue on ao3 ✨💕

Big thanks to @tarlosweeklyprompts and their Countdown to the Wedding, which gave me the final push to post this fluffy oneshot 🥰 this goes along with the prompts Traditions, “I’m ready to spend forever with you.”, and Spending the night apart before the wedding.

Noxy’s Tagging List:

@chaotictarlos, @detective-giggles, @sgirl18, @sapphire11, @firstprince-history-huh, @beautifulhigh, @rangergurlgleek1211, @shadesofdeviant, @actuallysara, @paperstorm, @wtfuckevenknows, @lightningboltreader, @meditating-honey-badger, @just-inside-her, @alidravana, @morganaspendragonss, @bonheur-cafe, @heartstringsduet, @ravens-words, @lire-casander, @otter-love-asl, @ramblingdisaster73, @first-kanaphan, @xtltokio, @buckybarnesalways, @mangacat201, @tarlossource

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sleepyfaceandsnark · 1 year

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Worry

TK has anxiety about Carlos going back to work.

AO3

If we're still alive My regrets are few If my life is mine What shouldn't I do?

TK wakes to the sound of their dresser drawer being opened and shut. He rolls over and feels that Carlos isn't there. Okay, so someone wasn't breaking in to steal their socks.

TK sits up slowly. "What're you doing?"

"Getting ready for work," Carlos says nonchalantly, closing the drawer after he gets what he's looking for.

"Work?" TK pulls the covers off himself. "Already?"

"It's been a few weeks," Carlos pulls his shirt over his head. "I have to go back eventually."

TK makes his way over to his fiancé. "Yeah, but isn't it a little soon?" He asks. "You were kidnapped by a serial killer. You died. If you need someone to vouch for you about that I was literally there. Your dad too."

"I don't need that," Carlos says.

He looks to TK who's looking down at the ground. Carlos grabs TK's hand and squeezes it. "But thank you." He smiles.

TK looks at him and sighs. He gives him a small smile but it's still not confident enough for Carlos.

"I'll be fine," he assures TK putting both of his hands on TK's shoulders. "Okay?"

TK nods. "Okay."

Carlos moves his hands to TK's cheeks and kisses him. "Okay." He leaves one hand still holding TK's face. "I'll see you tonight."

TK nods again. His shift starts an hour or so after Carlos', so he'll get home just as Carlos finishes dinner. He keeps that thought in his mind to help him get through the day. Carlos will be back here when he's out of work. He won't be out looking for the boogeyman. He'll be safe.

"What's with you?" Nancy asks.

It's 3 hours into their shift and they've gotten exactly one call so far. Since it's determined as a slow day (though no one says it from fear of jinxing it) they've all been gathered at the dining table for the past half hour.

"Nothing," TK says.

"Dude, you're shaking the table," Nancy comments and points to TK's leg.

TK looks at his leg bouncing and grabs it to stop it.

"What is it?" Nancy asks again.

TK bites his lip, not really wanting to say but Nancy's look tells him she'll get it out of him eventually. "Carlos is back at work today."

"Already?" Paul asks.

"That's what I said!" TK exclaims.

"Well, the only one to know if he's ready is himself, right?" Judd comments. "Maybe he is."

"Or maybe he's not but he thinks he needs to be," TK comments.

"Do you think he's getting pressured to come back?" Paul asks.

"I don't know," TK says. "He told me he chose. Even said they offered him more time, but he denied it but I..." TK looks away, he starts biting his nail.

"Have you called him?" Paul asks.

"No," TK drops his hand. "I'm afraid he'll think I think he can't handle it."

"When it's really you that can't?" Nancy asks.

"I mean what if he freezes up or what if he goes off on his own again and gets stuck?" TK asks. His eyes are wide just like how they were the day Carlos went missing.

"I doubt he's going to make that mistake again," Nancy tries to make light of it but TK isn't taking it.

"Look we all have dangerous jobs," Judd says. "There are no guarantees."

"I mean look at you. How many near death experiences have you had?" Nancy says.

The fact that TK is running out of fingers to count them on should tell him something. "Yeah," TK scratches his head.

"This ought to take your mind off of it," Judd says, putting a plate in front of TK. "My great Aunt's recipe."

TK gives a half assed smile up to Judd. "Thanks, but I'm not really hungry."

TK pushes his chair back and moves away from the table. Nancy, Paul, and Judd watch TK walk over to the TK and sit on the couch. His foot rests on the corner of the coffee table, vibrating like it was at dining table a few minutes ago, as he starts biting his thumbnail again.

Mateo comes back from the restroom and takes TK's spot at the table. He starts complimenting Judd's cooking as the rest look from TK to him.

"What?" Mateo asks, mouth full of food.

Judd sighs. "Alright. Let's eat. Before Mateo hogs it all."

Nancy and Paul get in line as they advert their eyes away from TK.

"Gimme a minute," Nancy says as she slides her phone out of her pocket.

"What're you doing?" Paul asks.

"Calling the only other person that can talk TK down."

Carlos feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He excuses himself from his coworker as he takes it out of his pocket. The caller ID tells him it's Nancy and it arises a slight panic in him. It's not like she hasn't called him for other reasons, but his body will always flashback to that one call during the blizzard a year ago.

"Nancy?"

"Hey!" Nancy greets friendly and Carlos relaxes.

"Your fiancé'," Nancy draws out playfully. Then she looks over at TK. His leg bouncing, his nail biting, and now his hands gripping his head as if he was begging the thoughts to stop. She sobers up her voice. "TK's worried about you."

Carlos sighs. "I told him I'm fine."

"And you never say that and don't mean it, right?" Nancy asks knowingly.

Carlos lets out a small laugh. "Maybe. But really, I am."

"Yeah, well he doesn't seem to think that."

"I thought work would take his mind off worrying?" Carlos asks.

"Yeah, we've gotten about...one call so far?"

"One?"

"Mhmm."

"Jesus," Carlos sighs and looks at the piles of paper in front of him. He rubs his temples.

"Yeah."

"I'd come by but," Carlos stops to lift one of the piles off and put it on top of another. "Got a lot of paperwork here."

"Yeah of course. It stacks up I bet. Look I just wanted to let you know. TK didn't want to say anything. Didn't want you thinking he didn't trust that you'd know you were okay or something but..."

"Yeah. I'll talk to him at dinner. Or if this workload lightens up."

"Okay. Hey maybe we'll get a few emergencies in a bit and take his mind off of it."

"Begging for emergencies. You sound like TK."

Nancy laughs. "You know," she says serious again. "Not that TK hasn't told you a million times, I'm sure, but if you're not ready to be back."

"I know. Thank you."

"No problem."

They hang up.

‘Luckily’ about 10 minutes after Nancy hangs up, they get a call and from there it was call after call until their shifts were over.

TK checks in on Carlos after the second call with Carlos reassuring him again that he’s okay. They get interrupted by TK’s 3rd emergency and then TK doesn't have the time the rest of the night.

TK gets home exhausted both physically and mentally. As much as the emergencies took his mind off of worrying for the time being, he still found time to in between. He hates the extreme sigh of relief he breathes out when he opens the loft doors and sees Carlos safe, smiling, setting the table up.

"Hey, babe," He greets TK with a smile. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

TK's stomach was in knots all day but he doesn't want to make Carlos think anything is wrong so he musters the best fake smile he can. "Smells good."

Carlos turns away to grab the sizzling pan and TK drops his smile. Carlos doesn't notice. He's too busy fixing their plates. TK takes off his jacket and drapes it on the couch as Carlos goes to put the plates on the table.

"Dinner is-"

Carlos is cut off by TK grabbing him for a hug.

"TK?"

TK doesn't answer, just squeezes tighter.

Carlos runs his hands on the back of TK's neck and pulls himself to the crook of TK's neck. He rub's TK's sides. "Hey."

TK pulls away. Carlos grips his face and tries to look into his eyes but TK's are meeting the floor. Carlos takes a quick look back at the dining table, hot food that he spent the past hour making getting cooler by the minute. He looks back at TK.

"We need to talk," he says. He needs TK's undivided attention, not distracted by food he may or may not eat.

"Food's getting cold," TK comments.

"Were you going to eat much of it?" Carlos asks fully aware that it was unlikely. "It was going to get cold either way."

"You should eat though," Not even defending himself from Carlos' comment.

"I can wait a bit. Come on," Carlos says. He nudges his head to towards the living room. "I'll be there in a few minutes. Let me just put these away in some containers."

As much as he really wanted a hot home cooked meal this is more important.

TK listens and disappears to the other side of the loft.

As soon as the food is put away Carlos makes his way over to the couch. TK's leg is shaking ever so slightly in nervousness. If it was anyone else besides Carlos, they wouldn't have even noticed. Carlos touches TK's legs gently as he sits next to him. The shaking stops as if by magic.

"What'd you want to talk about?" TK asks and Carlos almost laughs. It's so innocent, not that TK was in trouble or anything, but he had to at least have some clue what this was about.

Carlos sighs and scoots even closer to his fiancé. "Nancy called."

"She did?" TK asks, genuinely surprised. "When?"

"Earlier today," Carlos says. He tries to wait for TK to connect what it possibly would be regarding but when it's silence for a while Carlos lets it out. "She was worried...about you...worrying about me." Carlos smiles softly.

"That's a lot of worrying," TK comments. He looks to Carlos to laugh it off and let it go but he doesn't. TK sighs and looks down at his hands and starts wringing them.

"TK..."

"What? I'm not allowed to worry?"

"No one is saying that," Carlos places his hand on top of TK's. His thumb massages TKs knuckles.

"It's just...it's too soon." TK says now gripping Carlos' hand "You didn't have enough time. You're not ready to go back."

"I'm not ready?" Carlos asks. "Or you're not ready for me to go back?"

"Both?" TK shrugs.

"TK, I told you-"

"I know what you told me, but you could just be saying that. You're always trying to hide how you feel and I get it but," Tk stops himself. "You don't have to bury it anymore."

"I know I have a history of doing that, but I promise you I'm ready."

TK opens his mouth but hesitates.

"You don't believe me," Carlos says.

TK sighs. "You don't get it. You died under me. "

"I don't get it?" Carlos asks. His voice is soft, no anger in his voice detected. "You don't think I worry any time you go on a call? With the track record of the 126. You don't think I worry every time Nancy calls like she did today? Thinking it'd be like the snowstorm."

TK tries to look away from Carlos' eyes, but Carlos moves his head so slightly to look back into them.

"TK you've almost died on me twice, at least once before we met, got kidnapped, and were in apparently 3 comas. I worry about you every minute of every day."

TK looks down but Carlos touches his chin to raise his face back up to his eye line. "But I trust you and I know you're doing what you love, and I'd never stop you from it. So, I need you to trust me that I know I'm ready to get back and do what I love."

TK nods slowly. "Doesn't mean I'm going to stop worrying."

Carlos smiles. "I didn't say you had to. But you can't let it get in the way of work. Or of us."

TK sighs and smooths his hands over his legs. "Okay," he says softly.

"Okay," Carlos says back. He grabs TK's hand as he sands back up.

"I love you," TK says.

"I love you too," Carlos says back. "Now let's eat. I'm starving and if we hurry it might still be warm."

Now they wish it was all up from there, anxiety free days for both of them, but there will always be an added worry to both of them now every time they leave the house or part from each other. It's just how life goes. Some days TK gets in his head too much when Carlos doesn't answer the phone right away and Carlos still panics when Nancy calls him even if it's just to ask what snacks to bring for a loft hang after work. They both make promises to talk it out with each other if it gets too much and to never tell the other to quit or leave unless it was truly their best interest.

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tarlosmonthlyprompts · 1 year

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Month: November - December 31

I am sorry that this is late. I got busy with Whump week and didn't have time to get this up. I am combining the months of November and December because it is the holiday session and I know that people will be busy.

Theme of the month: Cozy - if you write a fic that could go with this theme and it's tarlos, tag the blog and I'll reblog it!

Prompt #1: Scenario: TK and Carlos go on what they think will be a quick little weekend getaway but end up getting snowed in.

Prompt #2: "Is there a reason it looks like a Hannukah and Christmas store throw-up in our loft?"

Prompt #3: Winter Wedding - what if Carlos and TK decide to get married in the winter?

Prompt #4: TK and Carlos trying to start their own family traditions (by themselves or when they have a little one) but they feel pressured from Owen, Carlos' family, and the 126 to spend the time with all of them and not apart. (thank you to the person who suggested this from the survey)

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 works need to be posted by the end of the month, a masterlist will be posted the following Monday. (In this case all creations need to be posted by December 31)

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

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rangergurlgleek1211 · 2 years

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Here it is, my fourth prompt from my tarlos prompt series and this one was requested by a lovely anon, so thank you for this prompt i hope you enjoy reading. The prompt ended up as a coda/missing scene from 3x14, so i hope ive done this justice.

A massive thank you to @beautifulhigh for being my beta for this fic.

Prompt: “I could really use a hug” (emotional hurt/comfort)

Read here on A03:

Preview:

Coming back to the station, TK could sense Nancy sneaking glances at him. She knew he wasn’t okay. Nobody would have been okay after the experience they had all just been through. He also understands how Nancy is feeling. She was the one inside the ambulance when the gun went off and killed their patient. But TK can’t mentally deal with that right now. He knows he isn’t in the right headspace to help ease her distress. He would love to bring her some comfort, but he is too worried he will just make it worse.

As soon as the ambulance came to a stop. TK was out of the rig and packing his things away, heading straight for the stairs. Glancing back at his colleagues, who were all in their own state of distress. TK sighed and went straight into the bunk room and to his bed, hugging Carlos's sweatshirt which he had borrowed that morning. Taking in lungfuls of his boyfriend's scent to calm his nerves.

TK’s eye’s started to water as he recalled the event. The gun just came out of nowhere. The sound was what shocked him most, throwing him into a flashback of the day he was shot by the little boy. He can't remember what happened fully, just the sounds and the feeling. But the Anxiety he was feeling now was overwhelming, he knew what he needed but he wasn't sure whether to ask or not.

TK hesitantly pulled out his phone, bringing up his favourites, finger hesitating over Carlos’s icon. After a few seconds TK pressed the button, hearing it connect. TK knew Carlos was on shift so wasn’t getting his hopes up, but after the fifth ring though he picked up.

“Hey, I’m sorry I can't talk for long. You don’t normally call when we're both in the middle of a shift. Are you okay?” Carlos answered.

TK just sat there not saying a word, his breaths sounding loud through the phone.

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beautifulhigh · 2 years

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tarlos and 1? 💛

(This started off in one direction and then took a left. Because I like to subvert expectations. Also I am out of practice in writing off the cuff!)

Send me a ship and a number and I'll write you a fic

things you said at 1 am

"Babe? Babe, wake up."

TK doesn't want to open his eyes, he can tell that it's still dark out, he can tell that he's not been asleep long, and he can tell that his husband is very much awake and trying to bring him into the same state.

"TK, babe, c'mon."

"Don't wanna," TK mumbles, trying to roll away. "Not in the mood."

"I didn't wake you for that," Carlos says, the smile clear in his voice.

"Didn't hear the phone, no one's dead, nothing's happening--" His brain snapped into gear and his eyes open. "Is something happening? Is she--?"

"No, sorry," Carlos said, his hand now carding through TK's hair.

"Then why are you not letting me sleep when I had the 24 hour shift from hell? Thought you loved me."

"I love you a lot," Carlos said. He shuffled in close to TK's body, pushing a hand under his neck as a way of encouraging him to curl in against him. TK happily obliged, trading his pillow for Carlos' chest. "Which is why I thought you'd want to see this. Came in just now." He picked up his phone and unlocked the screen.

"Who is texting you at..." - TK peered at the far-too bright digits on the screen - "one in the morning? It is literally not a good hour anywhere in this country."

"Who said it's from this country?" Carlos said. He opened up the messaging app, tapping on the thread and then the latest message too quickly for TK's brain to keep up. The picture filled the screen and it took TK a moment to realise what he was looking at. "Mami got excited, I'll remind her that Spain is six hours ahead later."

"Don't care," TK said, sitting up a little and reaching out to the phone in Carlos' hand. "Is that...?"

"Yeah," Carlos said quietly. "That's our niece," he said. "Arrived safe a few hours ago, Maria's doing well too. Obviously she's going to be in hospital for a while but they reckon that while she's early she's not too early."

"I'm glad," TK said. "Bet your mom is too."

"She didn't think that would be the grandchild she got to hold first, but yeah, she's glad," Carlos said. "Sorry to wake you."

"She's your sister, that's your niece. Of course you can wake me for that."

"Guess it made me realise how many things can go wrong."

TK curled his fingers into the t shirt Carlos was wearing. He knew far too many things that could go wrong during pregnancy, during labour, and during the rest of the lifetime that followed.

He also knew that Carlos' worries were more than for his sister.

"She's further along than Maria was, and you said yourself that they'll be fine."

"I know I've been saying that I can't wait but I think now? Now I can wait. Now I want to wait every one of the next seven weeks."

"Me too, baby," TK hummed.

"Sorry to wake you."

"It's fine, really," TK said. "We can consider it practice for when our son is born."

TK could actually hear the way Carlos' heartbeat quickened a little at that, and he knew his was doing the same. Before he could comment on it though Carlos' phone buzzed.

"More pictures?" he asked.

"A name," Carlos said. "Well, a request. How would you feel about her middle name being Gwyn? Maria says to say that she wants to honour your mom, make her part of the family, and she knows if we were having a girl that would have been in the running--" Carlos' phone keeps buzzing and TK knows that he's getting a running commentary. "She wants you to know that your family is our family."

That word makes TK's heart stutter in a way he's been getting used to over the last four months, ever since the agency called and said that their file had been the one selected. Family. They were a family. All of them, the siblings and cousins spread out across the state and the country and the world.

"I love it," TK said. "Keeps it in the family."

Carlos presses a kiss to the top of his head and TK falls asleep to the familiar thud of his husband's heartbeat to dream of their son's heartbeat and impending arrival.

#kiras-sunshine #writing prompt ask #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #911ls #writing jen is writing

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sapphire11 · 2 years

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Hey there! Congrats! How about Tarlos + cooking together?

Hey!!! Thanks so much! This was such a fun prompt and it inspired a bunch of different ideas. (one of which I didn't use for this drabble because I know I want to make it into a longer fic 😉)

I hope you enjoy!! 💛

“TK, man, you’re in the way.” Paul grumbles as he leans over TK to stir his sauce on the stovetop while TK squats in front of the oven to check on his Babka.

“My bad,” TK answers cheekily as he stands up and saunters out of the way with a smirk.

“Foul play, dude.” Marjan interjects.

TK throws a piece of broccoli at her. “No way. It’s not my fault that as gorgeous as this kitchen is, it’s really not meant to hold four chefs.”

“Three and a half chefs.” Paul coughs into his arm, earning a disgruntled look from TK.

“Just wait until y’all try my Challah and Babka.” TK defends, “Carlos come on, defend my honor here.”

Carlos laughs as he works on plating the creamy pesto pasta he cooked to compliment the sweet Challah bread TK made. “You’ve never been a damsel before, I’ll let your food speak for itself.”

“Fine.” TK huffs.

An hour later, TK leans back into Carlos’ embrace, a triumphant grin on his face, as he turns his lips to meet his fiancé’s and whispers, “we make a pretty good team.”

“We sure do.”

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shameless-aquarius · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand Characters: Carlos Reyes (9-1-1 Lone Star), TK Strand, Nancy Gillian (9-1-1 Lone Star) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Small Towns, Happy Ending, bookstore owner carlos, movie star tk, Making Out, Mild Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending Series: Part 1 of Tarlos Bingo Summary:

Carlos owns a bookstore in a small coastal town. When a movie comes to film in the town, Carlos doesn't think the star, TK Strand, would in up in his store asking for book recommendations. A love for books becomes something more.

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tarlosweeklyprompts · 22 days

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A check-in and announcement

Hey everyone! I know it's been a minute since I've been around and longer since I've posted prompts. I want to first say I am so sorry for just stopping without any warning. Grad school got rough and my job is even more rough than that, I didn't have the mental energy needed to keep up with this blog the last few months. I also had feelings that I couldn't post the prompts that I wanted to and there was some negative talk that just impacted me and I needed a break. It was a good break and allowed me time to distance myself from fandom spaces in a way that I needed and helped me realize somethings and I was able to deal with some complicated emotions surrounding fandom in general. Everything is good now.

That being said, I am back and planning some fun things. I've decided that I am going to go back to how I was doing the blog in the beginning with only one prompt being posted each week. I tried to hard to cater to everyone who was pushing me to post more than one, to have fun themes every week, and I burnt myself out trying to do what everyone wanted me to do. So, it's going to be one prompt a week unless it's a special occasion.

I will start posting weekly prompts again starting in June when I go on summer break (I'm a teacher so it's easier for me to start this up again when I'm not working 40+ hours a week). In the meantime I would love to hear from you guys!

There will be a special wedding event happening in May to celebrate Tarlos being married for a year!

What kind of prompts are you hoping to see? What events do you want to see on the blog? What do you want me to do that I haven't, or what's something I did in the past that you'd like to see again? Let me know via asks!

I'm excited to be back doing this again!

You can also find me over @chaotictarlos!

Love, T

(P.S. just a small reminder that I run a discord server for this blog and general tarlos/lonestar stuff and if you're over the age of 18, message me and we can see about you joining!)

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126simp · 1 year

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Please pick a theme for some good Tarlos fanfiction.

If you have any specific ideas please comment below.

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heartstringsduet · 1 year

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Larkspur for the flower prompts, pleeeeeeeeaaaaaase :)))

Thanks dearyyy. <3 Flower Language Writing Prompt - I'm always taking prompt requests for this. Might want to make it a Flower Bouquet drabble series. 💐 And might challenge myself to make it mostly fluff.

Larkspur. Open heart, levity, lightness, fickleness. - The first time I made you laugh

A sound shakes TK. His ears still ring and his muscles hum from the bellowed, so clearly enunciated HA-HA-HA coming from Carlos. TK’s not the same after. He’s pretty sure the world isn’t the same after. It must stop to listen; then go the tiniest, near imperceptible bit brighter each time the deep belly laugh of Carlos echoes over its surface.

TK thought he had probably seen Carlos laugh before. They’ve been meeting for a few weeks now. He now knows he was wrong. He would have known, would have been a changed man for longer if he had.

After this earthshaking laugh, Carlos’ eyes squint and twinkle at him, the corners of his mouth still twitch and he shakes his head just a bit. Carlos laughed. And seems close to doing it again as if it isn’t the most wonderful but lethal weapon in his arsenal. Carlos. Laughed.

And over something so silly, too.

Standing side by side in the bathroom, the morning after he stayed over for the first time, TK faced his mirror image. His eyes roamed from kiss swollen lips to the bite marks on his collarbone, to the tonal difference of Carlos’ skin next to his. Eventually, his gaze got stuck on a large map of creases all over the left side of his face.

Lines like wrinkles. Parallel , but uneven stripes.

Tilting his face further into the light and slowly running a finger over his pillow creased skin, TK had said, “Well, no wonder you called me tiger the other night.”

Carlos' forehead wrinkled in confusion at first, but then he took in the crease stripes on TK’s cheek and laughed until it echoed off the bathroom tiles.

“Really?” TK asks, trying hard to stay tethered to earth after it was shaken. “You think that was funny?”

“What? You don’t?” Carlos’ smile still blinds him and he has to look away. “You just made that joke.”

“Yeah, but -” TK trails off, shaking his head with a serene smile of his own.

He doesn’t want to ruin this moment. His chest is so full, it might split him and he will leak emotions all over Austin. The husk that remains would float up, after, but Carlos' hand holds his securely. What TK wants to say is, yes, people chuckle when he makes his silly jokes. That’s why he makes them. But it’s never truly at the jokes, is it? It’s always at TK. At him, for making what are clearly unfunny puns or jokes. The roll-your-eyes kind of snort, that downturned half-smile, is what he aims for and receives. And TK likes that. Making people happy, even at his own expense, feels good.

But…Carlos laughs at his jokes. Carlos, somewhat serious, dry humored, pensive Carlos laughs at his jokes.

TK won’t ever ask but in that moment, he wonders if Carlos loves him. He dismisses it instantly. It’s too early for that. They barely know each other. But that thought returns like an echo for how light this thoughtful man becomes around TK. How he near skips through the apartment, on the brink of laughter constantly now that it’s been uttered once. The most unfunny thing cracks Carlos back up for the rest of the day they spend together after TK suddenly felt unable to leave.

And each time, Carlos’ laugh, their joined laugh, turns the world turns just a bit brighter.

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noxsoulmate · 2 years

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13 from the hand holding prompt for Tarlos pleasssssssse

💜💜😘💜

Did this suddenly turn out really, really long for a quick prompt? Maaaaybe 😁 and obviously, I had to combine it with the @tarlosweeklyprompts bingo

Please remember that these aren’t beta-read. I might hand these to my beta one day and then put better versions up on ao3, but until then you’ll have to live with my mistakes 😅

Tarlos Weekly Prompts Bingo

Square 7: NSFW: Makeup Sex

Hand-holding

13. linking hands together during sex

TK was so incredibly tired. He hadn’t slept well in a few days, and he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what the reason was. Well, no, that was a lie. He kinda knew what the reason was but there were so many factors that it was hard to point out just one of them.

… and maybe even that was a lie because it all came down to this: Carlos and he had gotten into another fight. Another one that could probably be solved quickly if they would just talk.

They did talk, that was the terrible part of it. They talked – well, texted, to be fair – about the necessities of life; what was needed from the next grocery run, the laundry that had to be taken care of, a reminder to call a mutual friend whose birthday it was that day. They talked – but they hadn’t yet talked.

TK’s mind was scattered and it showed in the way he couldn’t really focus. He wanted to talk to Carlos but of course, right after their fight, their week-long stretch of mismatched shifts had begun. They’d promised each other to never go to bed angry and to not leave the house in a fight, and in a way, they’d kept that promise. They’d agreed to put a stop to the topic – a thing that was usually almost impossible for a hot-head like TK. But this was Carlos, this was the love of his life, so of course, he would make sure to not let him leave for a shift while still angry.

They’d stopped fighting, but they hadn’t solved the issue yet.

And they hadn’t slept in the same bed since that fight six days ago. Which was always the time when they would really talk, would open up, would meld into each other, and forgive. They had forgiven each other, in a way – but the whole topic wasn’t solved yet. But TK was ready to just let it drop for good. Meld into Carlos’ arms and tell him it was okay, that he wasn’t angry anymore… because, yes, for once, it wasn’t TK’s fault they’d been fighting. For once, it was because of Carlos.

Not that TK really cared anymore. These six days had been hell. And he knew it wouldn’t have dragged out for so long if only they’d had time together. But they hadn’t. It was a miracle if they even saw each other, but usually, it was in a way that one would come home while the other would be leaving. Just enough time for a quick kiss and a, “Stay safe, I love you.”

Theoretically, TK knew this didn’t really count as fighting anymore – but it also wasn’t solved and that was the worst. It was an in-between, and it showed in the way their text messages stuck to the important things instead of endless rows of emojis; it showed in the tense lines of Carlos’ shoulders and his worried gaze whenever he would come home and TK had to leave. Was Carlos seriously fearing the worst? That TK would run again? Well, given his track record, Carlos probably did worry – but he had no reason to. Which was one of the messages TK sent him, telling him that they would talk once they were finally both back home but that he loved him and that Carlos should stop worrying. But he knew his man better than that and knew it wasn’t enough.

Mostly though, the unsolved issue showed in the way TK couldn’t find any sleep, neither at home in their empty bed nor at the station. And judging by the dark lines under Carlos’ eyes, it was the same for him.

So when TK got home that night – the last one of their alternating shifts, with Carlos already home alone for a few hours and both of them having the next few days off – he simply let his bag drop to the floor, not caring about it for the moment. All he could see was his fiancé, standing in the kitchen, cooking; looking up at him the moment he got inside, the insecurity written so very clearly, very deeply in his gaze.

He knew they needed to talk, needed to get this whole topic out of the way. But for now, all he could do was drag his tired body over there and basically slump into Carlos’ arms. His fiancé was surprised, TK could tell, but it didn’t take long until he was hugging him back, squeezing him tight when he noticed that TK wasn’t going to pull away.

“I love you,” TK murmured into his ear. “So fucking much. So please, could you please stop worrying that I’ll leave you over a little fight?”

Carlos sucked in air, drawing back from the hug. Not far, just enough to still be in each other’s arms but able to look at each other.

“I wasn’t thinking that–”

“You were,” TK interrupted softly, lifting one hand to smooth out one of Carlos’ worry lines. “And I’m so sorry I wasn’t this blunt with you sooner. Or that we couldn’t find a quiet minute.”

“We agreed we were good,” Carlos argued, but it was weak at best and TK only needed to lift one eyebrow for him to sigh. “Okay, yes, you’re right. Maybe I was a bit worried. But… not really, you know?”

“You mean,” TK began, strengthening his hold around Carlos’ waist. “Your brain and your heart knew I wouldn’t run, but those dark little voices still reared their ugly heads?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Carlos confirmed, resting his head on TK’s shoulder. “God, that was stupid, I know–”

“Yes, and no,” TK assured him, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Yes, it was stupid, because I didn’t put that ring on your finger for nothing. I’m done running away. But also, no. Your feelings will never be stupid, least of all to me. I care about all your worries.”

When Carlos leaned back up, their lips found each other in a comforting kiss, one that spoke of all the feelings that were so alive between them, all the want and all the love and all the devotion.

“What would you like to do first?” Carlos asked when the kiss ended. “Food? Shower? Bed?”

“Yes, please,” TK groaned, “In that order, and with you never further apart than an arm’s length.”

Carlos chuckled and pressed one more kiss to his lips, then turned and continued preparing their food. It was delicious as always, even though TK had to eat with one hand, refusing to let go of Carlos’ for even a second. After cleaning the kitchen together, they shared a shower, spending more time hugging and kissing than actually getting clean.

Not caring about how tired he’d been when he got home, TK was unable to let go of Carlos when they stumbled into their bedroom. It was then that he realized, it wasn’t that they needed to talk about the whole topic once more. They didn’t need to discuss it into oblivion, didn’t need to even agree on the topic.

No, all they really needed was this. A moment just for them; a moment in which they could get lost in each other again, making sure to remind them that a little fight, a disagreement, would never again be strong enough to separate them. They didn’t need to talk… at least, not with words.

Instead, they let their bodies do the talking, reassuring each other that they were still one, that they were still a team. That they still loved each other, no matter what. TK made sure to write it into Carlos’ skin with every brush of his fingers, every touch of his lips, every nip of his teeth, and every lick of his tongue. And Carlos returned every message in his own way. By rolling on top of TK and pressing him down into the sheets – just like he liked it. By caging him in with his body, surrounding him fully, leaving not one part of him that wasn’t in contact with Carlos’ skin – just like he craved it. By linking their fingers together, lifting TK’s hands over his head, leaving him completely at Carlos’ mercy – just like he loved it. Every single time. Their fingers stayed linked together no matter what, neither of them letting go as they took each other apart, only to put each other back together in the end.

And as they lay there, together, catching their breath, fingers still linked, TK pressed a soft kiss into Carlos’ heated skin. “I love you more than life, babe. You’re never getting rid of me again,” he promised, and when Carlos pressed a kiss against his lips in return, TK was sure that even the dark voices inside his fiancé’s mind had finally gotten the message.

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(credit to @creativepromptsforwriting for the prompts as well as @tarlosweeklyprompts for the bingo board)

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cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut · 7 months

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Thanks to @welcometololaland, @three-drink-amy, @strandnreyes, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @rmd-writes, @alrightbuckaroo and @birdclowns for the tags! As always, boxing fic owns my entire heart forever. The boys got a little carried away here. They're just really into each other, okay? 🥊 (warning for light D/s vibes)

TK pulls back with Carlos’s fist still tight in his hair. Less than a minute of kissing and TK looks utterly debauched. His pupils are blown, his lips pink, mouth wet. Utterly debauched, and Carlos is hard and throbbing for him, can feel the fabric of his sweatpants sliding over the head of his c*ck with every heady pulse.

“Jesus, TK,” he breathes. “How do you do that? What was it for?”

“Which question shall I answer first?” TK asks, with a smirk that prompts Carlos to make a mental note about discussing how he feels about being punished in the bedroom later. He’d never start a scenario on assumption alone, but he has the distinct feeling TK would be into it.

“The second one,” he says, catching his breath. He feels like they’ve been running. He tries to see straight, to pull away from his thoughts of bringing his hand down hard onto TK’s ass – over and over until pale skin turns cherry red and TK’s c*ck oozes precome as he begs Carlos just to fuck him already, oh God. Carlos tries to focus, but the glint in TK’s eyes tell him he’s at least somewhat transparent.

“To shut you up,” TK says. He brushes his knuckles past Carlos’s groin, the back of his hand coming into contact with Carlos’s aching c*ck. TK’s smirk only deepens, and Carlos’s heart pounds with the thought of shutting TK up in turn. “And to stop all that pesky overthinking. Seems like it worked.”

“You’re such a little brat,” Carlos tells him. He keeps his voice low, tugs TK’s hair so it jerks his head backwards with a delicate cry, exposes the column of his throat. Carlos goes to it, lips against TK’s neck, sliding his tongue against pale skin, making sure to let TK feel his teeth. He presses his free hand to TK’s shorts, finds him hard beneath the fabric of them. “Maybe I should put that mouth to better use, huh? Push you down onto your knees and make you fucking choke on me.”

“Baby,” TK whispers, and Carlos nips at his earlobe now, whispering low; warm breath right at TK’s ear.

“You’re so good at it,” he says. The sound that spills from TK’s mouth is delectable – a sweet and moreish cocktail, a quiet whine that trembles with the force of his want. “Do you want it, sweetheart? My c*ck in your mouth right here?”

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