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TK/Carlos + Touch

↳ 4.18 In Sickness and In Health

#ughhhhhh wanna die #carlos holding andrea’s hand while TK holds Carlos’ arm like that’s a family!!!!!!!!!!! #tarlos #911 lone star

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Thank you for the ILLEGAL tag @carlos-in-glasses and @heartstringsduet @nancygillianmvp @thisbuildinghasfeelings @sznofthesticks @bonheur-cafe @paperstorm @basilsunrise @janto4ev @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @whatsintheboxmh @freneticfloetry 💕

It’s messy and it’s hot, their mouths already open when they meet. He feels TK’s tongue against his own, soft and warm as it moves in his mouth, behind TK’s usual sweetness he tastes a faint musk that he recognizes as his own. It makes his head buzz a bit, to taste himself, his skin and his sweat and his come, on TK’s tongue.

When he feels TK beginning to ruck his shirt up his back he pulls back just enough to get it over his head. TK flings it over the back of the couch, laughing brightly when it gets caught on one of the horse figurines on the console table behind the couch. “Whoops.”

“Oh, a bad boy indeed,” Carlos chuckles. TK’s already moved on to his pants, pushing them down to his knees.

“You can punish me later, take these off.”

He shifts so he can push the sweats the rest of the way off his legs, then sits back to pull TK back into his lap. He makes quick work of ridding TK of his sweater and burying his face in the freshly exposed skin between his neck and shoulder. He takes a breath, breathing in the scent of his husband. The tingly tea tree of the conditioner he always steals from Carlos mixing with the faint orange blossom and vanilla of the cologne he applied this morning. It’s comforting, the smell of safety and love and home. He takes a moment, TK lets him, patting the back of his head as he waits. After a few moments of savoring, he shifts back into gear. He has a husband to take apart and put back together.

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#a husband! #911 lone star #tarlos

[strandnreyes]

Yeah, we went from warm fuzzy domestic feels back to the ongoing smutfest. Spoiler alert: the way Carlos actually answers this is absolutely filthy. 😘

Thanks to @carlos-in-glasses, @heartstringsduet, @paperstorm, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad, and @whatsintheboxmh for the tags!

“Sorry, fuck, I just. I don’t know what to do here, TK.” Carlos shrugs and shakes his head, and his little puff of laughter is almost painfully lost. “It’s been so… I don’t know what to do.” His jaw works its way closed until it’s as clenched as his hands, balled into tight, twitchy fists at his sides, like he can’t let himself reach out to touch. Like he can’t trust himself not to. In all the things they’ve gotten back, TK never thought they might actually go backward. But here he is, standing fully healed in their home in front of a Carlos he hasn’t seen since they first began — caught between what he wishes he could ask for and what he thinks he’s allowed to have. Not lost. Torn. TK moves until their toe to toe and takes his face into both hands, holding his eyes until Carlos can’t resist the closeness without contact and curls his fingers around his hips. “That’s easy, baby,” TK says, trying to tug him out of the trap of whatever his brain has told him he’s supposed to do. “You tell me what you want.”

Tagging in @liminalmemories21, @never-blooms, @ambiguouspenny, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @rmd-writes, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut , @reyesstrand , @strandnreyes , @herefortarlos , @orchidscript , @three-drink-amy , @alrightbuckaroo , @ladytessa74 , @bonheur-cafe , @sznofthesticks , @vineofroses , @mikibwrites , and @welcometololaland .

#weak for this #911 lone star #tarlos

[strandnreyes]

#the way I was going to write this into a fic a few months ago but didn’t know if it was a common thing #and almost made a poll to find out #anyway. yes and mine went to my aunt and uncle in colorado

[strandnreyes]

wip wednesday

thanks for the tagging!

@thisbuildinghasfeelings @paperstorm @sznofthesticks

@heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses

progress video of this art

next month's first wedding anniversary

tagging

@lightningboltreader @lemonlyman-dotcom @eclectic-sassycoweyes

@vineofroses @theghostofashton @fallout-mars

@herefortarlos @honeybee-taskforce @ladytessa74

@liminalmemories21 @freneticfloetry @chicgeekgirl89

@carlos-tk @carlos-tk @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@noxsoulmate @never-blooms @reyesstrand

@rmd-writes @goodways @bonheur-cafe

@alrightbuckaroo @orchidscript @welcometololaland

@strandnreyes

Open Tag

#the wedding art 😭😭 #911 lone star #tarlos

[strandnreyes]

WIP Wednesday

Getting at this early today so that I actually participate lol

They quickly put the drinks in the ice, adding a bit more to make up for what melted while they were in the living room. Gabriel picks up the bucket and TK grabs the bowl of lime wedges off the counter, but before TK can open the door, Gabriel pauses.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” TK replies.

“Is Carlos happy?” Gabriel asks, catching TK off guard.

“Yeah,” TK breathes. “I mean, I think so.”

Gabriel seems relieved. “Good. I worry he thinks I don’t believe in him, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I just know from experience how difficult the industry is and I didn’t want him to be disappointed. Growing up, he dreamed of playing professionally and I’m afraid I didn’t support him enough. It’s nice to know that he’s found a place with you.”

Once again, TK feels himself getting choked up and doesn’t know what to say.

“All I want is for him to be happy,” Gabriel stresses.

TK looks Gabriel in the eye and nods like it’s a promise—lately, that’s all he wants too.

Tagging @lemonlyman-dotcom @alrightbuckaroo @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @strandnreyes @carlos-tk @mikibwrites and anyone else who wants to join!

#oh 🥹🥹🥹🥹 #911 lone star

[strandnreyes]

thank you for the tags @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @nancygillianmvp @bonheur-cafe and @sznofthesticks! You're queued :)

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TK strips methodically once the door is closed behind him and turns the water on. He stares at himself in the mirror and feels as if he’s looking at an ancient portrait of a distant relative instead – there’s some resemblance in the likeness that stares back at him with slightly parted lips and drooping features but there’s a haunted, hollow look behind his eyes and it doesn’t look like the reflection he used to recognize. He looks old and tired, dull like a flickering lightbulb on its last legs, worn out and flat like an overused tire with no treads left to speak of.

It isn’t the first time he’s seen such an empty look on his own face, it’s just the first time in a very long while. TK’s put so many things behind him, anchored them firmly in his past and slammed a door of steel and iron behind them so they can’t follow them into his new life. The only person here who knows the extent of his failures is his dad, and Owen rarely mentions it anymore. TK gave Carlos the middle school book report version but not more than that, and Carlos has never asked for further explanation. TK feels like a gate has been lifted and the ghosts that haunt his past are suddenly swirling around him, and maybe, he thinks as he balls his hands into fists and tries to shatter the mirror with his mind so he doesn’t have to face himself anymore, the gate was made of her.

Tk turns away from it. He steps into the shower, lathering soap into a dark blue bath puff until it’s bubbly and trying to scrub the spiders off his skin. They used to be such a familiar presence. Almost comforting, because they were predictable. It took TK so long and so much work to get rid of them.

Twice, he managed it. Twice he managed to pick himself up and bleed the poison from his system and rebuild. After he lost Carlos, TK’d spent a week terrified that they might come back and he might not be strong enough to resist them, or scrub himself clean a third time afterward. They never did and he was proud of that, even as he drowned in the soul-deep sorrow of lost love. But this is worse than that. Carlos was gone, but he wasn’t gone. The possibility of reconciliation was always floating in the distance, and TK could have reached for it sooner if his pride hadn’t set up so many roadblocks. This isn’t the same. He could reach for his mom but he would be reaching into a void that he won’t be given permission to enter. She didn’t come with him to California but she could have. She didn’t follow them permanently to Texas but she could have. TK can’t follow her wherever she’s gone to this time.

It strikes him as he roughly kneads shampoo into his hair that he’s already forgotten what her laughter sounds like. He can’t conjure the sound of it in his imagination, as much as he tries. He bites the inside of his cheek until he tastes blood and then spits it down the drain, watching as the water pooling around his feet is pink for a few seconds before it runs clear.

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@actual-sleeping-beauty @thisbuildinghasfeelings @herefortarlos @tailoredshirt @goodways

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@chaotictarlos @lemonlyman-dotcom @whatsintheboxmh @inkweedandlizards @reasonandfaithinharmony

@never-blooms @sanjuwrites @orchidscript @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

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@fitzherbertssmolder @safeashousespdf @eclectic-sassycoweyes @laelipoo

#oh 🥺🥺🥺 #911 lone star

[strandnreyes]

Good morning! Thank you @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet

@nancygillianmvp and @sznofthesticks for tagging me 💜

I am at work early so we are posting this early. A bit more from the Actors!au. All scenes where TK and Carlos aren't referenced directly are what is playing out in the show they are on.

For reference: Asher -> TK | Phoenix -> Carlos

Asher holds on to the fabric of Phoenix's sleeves with so much force like he's afraid to let go. Come back to me my love, promise me.

Phoenix’s breath catches in his throat as hears the fissues growing in his heart like broken ice reflected in Asher's wavering voice. Unable to be this far from him any longer, he sets his bow down and closes the distance between them with one stride. He places one hand on his cheek, thumb brushing the tears that have dripped down to his chin reverently like they're made of diamonds. He pulls the hood covering half of his face with the other, leaning forward so he can see all of him.

His Asher; the love of his life.

He takes in all of him; his long brown hair in waves like the bark of the old yew trees tied back into a ponytail, his green eyes strong and eternal like the leaves despite the devastation and fear reflected back at him. Staring into his berry red lips, he leans forward to meet him in a kiss.

He can taste salt on his tongue as he presses a hand up against Asher's waist, a small whine escaping his lips as he buries his hand into his hair to feel the strands between his fingers. The kiss goes deeper, more desperate, backlit by the glow of the dying embers in their fireplace, despite it never heating up into something more. They have no time for that when there is a dark cloud looming over the horizon.

As Phoenix pushes their bodies together, desperate fingers pressing into every part of Asher he can touch, he tries his hardest to make all of this feel like an I will see you soon rather than a goodbye.

Promise me, Asher pleads once they part with a gasp like they're coming up for air. His voice wavers as he looks up into Phoenix’s eyes, foreheads still pressed together.

What Phoenix should have said was I will do everything I can to come home to you. But instead, like a fool, he closes his eyes and says,

I promise.

Open tag! And tags under the cut 💜

Tagging: @chicgeekgirl89 @alrightbuckaroo @paperstorm

@strandnreyes @orchidscript @liminalmemories21

@vineofroses @literateowl @sanjuwrites

@lemonlyman-dotcom @welcometololaland @theghostofashton

@ladytessa74 @thisbuildinghasfeelings @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@fallout-mars @carlos-tk @lightningboltreader

@noxsoulmate @sugdenlovesdingle And @herefortarlos

#I’m so obsessed with this concept #tarlos #911 lone star

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thanks for the tags @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @nancygillianmvp @terramous you’re all queued 🧡

He slowly stood up from the flimsy plastic chair and left the room. He took the five flights of stairs to avoid the crowds of people leaving the meeting, when in actuality there were only about six of them. He couldn't face them, even if they were strangers. He walked out to his car and slumped into the driver’s seat and let out a guttural sob.

Everywhere he went, he saw his dad. He saw him at the grocery store. He saw him at the dinner table when he visited his mother. He saw him on the street. He saw him at the farmer’s market. He even saw his blood in the entryway of their house, even though that had to be impossible right? They replaced the floorboards. He was losing it, he thought to himself as the burning tears ran down his cheeks.

He looked down at his hands, which were turning stark white from gripping the steering wheel with immense force, stopping at the reflection of light on his ring. TK. That’s why he’s doing this, and he’s all he wants right now. He should have let him come. He hated being alone right now.

He started the car and made the drive home that felt agonizingly long.

no pressure tagging: @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @reyesstrand @literateowl @chicgeekgirl89 @alidravana

@lemonlyman-dotcom @kiwichaeng @strandnreyes @safeaswrites @zitasempri

@honeybee-taskforce @bonheur-cafe @welcometololaland @alrightbuckaroo @whatsintheboxmh

@herefortarlos @my-little-tilly @fallout-mars @carlos-tk @jeysbvck

@sugdenlovesdingle

@firstprince-history-huh @your-catfish-friend @vineofroses @mikibwrites @paperstorm

@lightningboltreader @ladytessa74 @sanjuwrites @thisbuildinghasfeelings and open tag :)

#oh Carlos 😭 #911 lone star

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Happy Wednesday. 💞 Thanks for tagging me last Sunday and yesterday. My brain is still trying to compure anything in general but I'm excited to read them and your snippets if you want to share today. I hope you're all ready for some spice of the next First Aid chapter. thanks for tagging me @carlos-in-glasses

“Don’t you mean ‘make love to you’?” Carlos teases and means all the same. From the last hour together, he had imagined taking their time in the warmth of TK’s bed, continuing with sweetness clogging both of their throats.

“No, I meant fuck me,” TK says under a breath. His eyes go wide like he surprises himself with how demanding he sounded. “But we don’t have to. Whatever you-”

Carlos surges forward then to stop TK before he can propose to go along with anything but what he actually wants. 

“Fuck you where? Right here?” He asks against the shell of TK’s ear. “Do you want me to drive you against the kitchen island? Make you come on the countertop?” His hand slides into the wide leg of TK’s shorts and roughly massages the soft skin of his thighs. TK's breathing picks up. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

Pupils wides, TK stares at him with unmatched hunger. He releases his cherry bitten lips and closes them. There is something on the tip of his tongue that he doesn’t seem able to form into words.

“I want to hear anything you fantasize about,” Carlos encourages again, then licks up the tendon of his neck.

TK shivers. “I want you… to rip off my clothes and suck me.”

“Here?”

“Right here. Nice and slow.”

Caros’ cock pulses. His hips move of their own volition, driving his his filling cock into the cabinets to get friction, even at the cost of pain. “What else?” 

TK hesitates then says, “Drive your long fingers into me.” He fists Carlos’ shirt. “One by one, until I’m full of you.”

“And?”

“And make me take them until I beg you to fuck me into the counter.”

It’s not how Carlos thought today would go, not like he longs for gentleness himself right now but he still finds his blood boiling at knowing TK trusts him enough to ask for what he really wants.

Instead it's reminiscent of the first few times they hooked up, back when they barely knew each other and filth came at no detriment. Carlos grabs TK’s healthy foot dangling down beside his body and brings it between his own legs. TK immediately understands, raising his leg so the shin rests against Carlos’ bulge. Carlos gives a tentative buck, in a way that makes him see stars. TK moans too, attuned to him.

Open Tag <3

@welcometololaland @rmd-writes @carlos-tk @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@birdclowns @whatsintheboxmh @lightningboltreader @alrightbuckaroo

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@paperstorm @orchidscript @freneticfloetry @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

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@honeybee-taskforce @louis-ii-reyes-strand @kiwichaeng @safeaswrites

@never-blooms @theghostofashton

#this was not meant for me to read on my lunch break help 🫠🫠🫠 #tarlos #911 lone star

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thank you @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @sznofthesticks @bonheur-cafe

@paperstorm @three-drink-amy @janto4ev @basilsunrise @whatsintheboxmh

@thisbuildinghasfeelings @freneticfloetry @lemonlyman-dotcom @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@tellmegoodbye @sanjuwrites @orchidscript !!

nothing I’ve written lately can be shared, so here’s something I hope I haven’t shared yet

“Nancy made a comment the other day about how often you stay over.”

Carlos’ expression immediately falls and he looks off to the side, as if he’s trying to count up all the days. “I—”

“She said she didn’t mean anything by it and I promise she doesn’t mind having you around,” TK quickly interrupts, reaching across the table and grabbing Carlos’ hand. “I just thought it would be nice to make them dinner as a returned favor for the food I feed you and the extra water from you showering… you know, that kind of stuff.”

Carlos still looks uncertain, his slight frown and his big brown eyes making him look remorseful. “I don’t want to impose.”

“Baby, you’re not.”

“I could pay—”

“You are not paying for your additional portion of the water bill,” TK tells him. “It’s probably not even that much. We shower together half the time anyway so we’re probably saving money, if anything.”

Carlos gives him a doubtful look. “I don’t think we’re taking environmentally friendly showers when we’re in there together, TK.”

“Whatever. My point still stands.”

tagging @reyesstrand @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @theghostofashton + open tag!

#911 lone star #tarlos #wip wednesday

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Hi, Jen! What are the songs you've most recently added to your Tarlos playlist(s)? And/or any new songs you've discovered that remind you on Tarlos. :)

Hi, K! It’s been a bit since I’ve updated that playlist, but here are a few of the more recent ones:

The Most - Miley Cyrus (a little bit of the break up from TK’s pov)

Love You For A Long Time - Maggie Rogers

Nobody Loves Me Like You - Low Roar

#ask

[strandnreyes]

Starting us off bright and early and wishing everyone a great day! ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷

Although we do have the sad banner today lads.

From chapter 4 of I Was Thinking About Your Mouth, coming Sunday:

“I think I’m going to skip dinner tonight. I’m not really hungry.” He sounds nasal and faraway and Carlos is standing here, looking at him seriously, but all he wants to do is hold him tight and let him cry into his chest.

“You always say that and then you end up eating at 2 am.”

TK winces with irritation but still politely responds, “I just feel like being alone tonight if that’s okay.” Doesn’t really have the energy to argue.

“No,” Carlos tells him, “It’s not okay. Get up. I mean it.” Risky, using this tone. Sometimes TK is highly amenable to being bossed around. Sometimes Carlos pitches it all wrong.

But TK does get up – softly sulky as he humors Carlos and heaves himself off the bed. He follows Carlos with obvious reluctance, although Carlos is confident he’d have been coaxed anyway by the scent of heating tomato and mozzarella, like always. He knows details about TK that nobody else could ever know because they’d never care enough, except for Owen and Gwyn as his parents. Now one of the people who knows the most about TK is gone forever, and it occurs to Carlos then about the loneliness of it. Every time someone who loves you falls out of the world, they take a part of you with them. They take the facts and the secrets they’ve been privy to, the little details and quirks that they found relevant and charming for reasons of their own. When Carlos told TK he wants all of his pieces, he meant it more than even he realized at the time. He wants not just the addiction and recovery-related aspects of TK’s experiences and emotions – he wants everything that Gwyn took with her when she went. “Send it all back to me and I’ll do it for you,” Carlos prays to her silently, “Send all your love for TK back to me.” 

Open tag and tags below

@nancygillianmvp @safeaswrites @literateowl

@kiwichaeng @fallout-mars @sznofthesticks

@eclectic-sassycoweyes @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

@carlos-tk @whatsintheboxmh @vineofroses

@three-drink-amy @orchidscript @mikibwrites

@herefortarlos @fitzherbertssmolder

@sugdenlovesdingle @honeybee-taskforce @theghostofashton @freneticfloetry

@lemonlyman-dotcom @chicgeekgirl89 @sanjuwrites @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@alrightbuckaroo @liminalmemories21 @heartstringsduet @never-blooms

@ladytessa74 @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @lightningboltreader

@goodways @reyesstrand @paperstorm @bonheur-cafe

@strandnreyes @chaotictarlos @thisbuildinghasfeelings

If you want to share! No pressure ever! ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷

#🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #911 lone star

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no you don’t understand I need lone star to do another tornado episode but this time don’t skip right to the aftermath (and have carlos in it)

#it’s spring in the midwest I’m on my tornado bs #equally terrified and fascinated by them

[strandnreyes]

tease tuesday

thanks @sznofthesticks !!

last week was smutty this week is… not

And yet—with the wind howling outside and the rain pattering on the roof like a thousand beats of a drum and the worries of what havoc this storm will wreak on this town that doesn’t deserve it just because TK suffered here—there’s still one place he wants to be more than New York.

tagging @reyesstrand @paperstorm @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses + open tag!

#tag game

[strandnreyes]

please accept my blurry banner. my laptop is being weird today and i can’t be bothered to fix

thanks for the tease tuesday/last line/out of context tags @lemonlyman-dotcom and @ladytessa74!

TK started to blush as he took a bite of his buttered sourdough toast.

no pressure tagging: @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @reyesstrand @zitasempri @chicgeekgirl89 @literateowl

@heartstringsduet @herefortarlos @vineofroses @carlos-in-glasses @bonheur-cafe

@fallout-mars @strandnreyes @nancygillianmvp @alrightbuckaroo @sugdenlovesdingle

@your-catfish-friend @paperstorm @mikibwrites @jeysbvck and open tag! 🧡

#fuck yeah I love sourdough #and TK

[strandnreyes]

Commission for Late님 (@march72023 on X) ♡ Thank you!

Feel free to drop any tarlos or 911LS fanart ideas into my Ko-fi slots.

Find the details here.

#oh I am in love with this #that one post that said artists who draw characters cuddling are the backbone of fandom or whatever so true 😭 #911 lone star #tarlos