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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

#wip wednesday #even if it’s not a wip #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #tarlos #911 lone star #rmd writes #rmd writes: ls snippet #intimate moments prompts #prompt fill

[liminalmemories21]

WIP Game

Tagged by @rmd-writes.  Thank you!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or  tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips

1 - The Knave of Hearts . . . he said he’d steal no more

2 - We were in screaming color (Out of the Woods - Season 4)

3 - Roadtrip Angst

4 - A Secret is a Strange Thing (x Nancy, Gwen, Enzo & Owen - and eventually Paul, Mateo, Tommy, Judd & Grace, but I don’t have files for them yet)

5 - The one where Eddie (911) and Carlos (LS) were each other’s first kiss with a guy & there’s soccer camp

6 - America’s Sweetheart

7 - the one where the 911 (original) crew are all librarians

Ask me about my WIPs.

and tagging, hmm, @ramblingdisaster73, @cinnaluminum, @iboatedhere, @welcometololaland, @extasiswings, @hattalove, @ravens-words

#wip #game #911 lone star #fic

[doublel27]

WIP asks game: Rules are as follows. post the barebones plot of your wips and let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most and then post a snippet/tell them something about it! then, tag as many people as you have wips!

Thanks for the tags @stereopticons @embeddedinmybrain @detectivecarlosreyes @reyescarlos @reyesstrand @detective-giggles @lilythesilly @ravens-wordsds

I see y’all and I am so glad y'all are interested in what I’ve got going on. I’ve got some time today and therefore my WIPS get some time (This is a "curated" list of what I can realistically think about. I regret everything):

911 LS:

3x14 Carlos Cow Eyes (it’s so close y’all)

Bodyguard AU

held me up when i was down (extended)

thinking about love or i still own the ghost of you

3x14 coffee

5+1 Loft

TK Gwyn conversations

Carlos and the PTA

3x13 Coda

Tk discovers the wigs

Strand Reyes family dinner

Canon Divergence Judd/Grace

Owen Phone Calls 

Judd Ryder: Girl Dad - Bullies

Schitt’s Creek:

Ted & Alexis Do a TikTok (S2/3 + Post Canon)

Olympics AU

6.12 Coda

Rose Video Meet Cute

Ted Alexis Door 

Tagging 19 (Yikes) Please feel no pressure to do this, especially if you've already done it or if the state of your WIPs cause you stress (Unlike Patrick Brewer, I don't want to cause any more stress to your day): @beautifulhigh @rmd-writes @marjansmarwani @morganaspendragonss @tailoredshirt @missgeevious @blackandwhiteandrose @reyeslonestar @mostlyinthemorning @weathereyehorizon @rafael-silva @lire-casander @maxbegone @kiras-sunshine @alilypea @djdangerlove @isastrxnd @sullymygoodname @moviegeek03

If you HAVE done this recently and still want asks on your fics, send me in that direction, and I will go do that quickly.

#schitt's creek #911 lone star #wip tag game #wip ask game #doublel27 writes #and doesn't always finish #so close on some of these #some are far away #it's okay

[rmd-writes]

Tarlos + 22 for intimacy prompts! 💗💗

I’ve assigned each prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! If you’ve sent me one, I promise I will get to it!! 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 💖

Thank you for the prompt Christine!

22. Hiding their face in the other’s neck

TK rests his arms on the railing and looks out over the rolling green Tuscan hills, the fading late afternoon light spilling across the landscape painting the sky in shades of orange and pink and gold. 

Behind him, Carlos is still asleep, taking a rare afternoon nap. He’s never been one for naps, but between the jet lag and the feast they’d had for lunch, they’d both fallen asleep when they got back to their villa. 

TK woke first, only getting out of bed when his full bladder forced him out, moving quietly so as not to wake his sleeping husband. He takes some photos of the view and texts them to his dad, to Enzo, to the Catan crew group chat then slips his phone back into the pocket of the pants he’d pulled on to come outside. In retrospect, they’re Carlos’ pants. 

It’s beautiful here and TK feels at peace. Maybe it’s the location, or the fact that they’re on vacation. Or maybe it’s that after five years of marriage, after all the years of grief, loss and heartache before that, he and Carlos are in a good place now. They know each other better, know when to give each other space and when to push. They know how to love each other more fully.

“So, it wasn’t enough that you stole half of the food off my plate, but now you’re stealing my pants too?” Carlos’ voice asks behind him, the last vestiges of sleep making him sound a little husky as he wraps his arms around TK’s waist and presses a kiss to his bare shoulder. 

“Hey baby. Did you sleep well?”

“Woke up because you weren’t there,” Carlos murmurs into his skin. 

TK tips his head back, turning to catch Carlos’ lips in a soft kiss. The angle isn’t perfect, but the moment is. He looks at the view again, sighing when Carlos buries his face in his spot on TK’s neck and inhales. 

Carlos nips at his earlobe. “Come back to bed.” He squeezes TK’s ass lightly and then he’s gone.

TK turns and Carlos is almost halfway back to their bed again, beckoning TK towards him with a wolfish grin on his face. He waits until Carlos’ legs hit the edge of the bed then follows, tackling him into the white cotton. 

(you can read my other intimate moments prompts here)

#tarlos fic #tarlos #911 lone star #rmd writes #rmd writes: ls snippet #intimate moments prompts #prompt fill

[rmd-writes]

hi! tarlos and 24 please!🥰 love your writing 😊

I’ve assigned each prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! If you’ve sent me one, I promise I will get to it!! 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 💖

Thanks so much nonnie! ☺️

24. Eating from each other’s plates

There’s a moment of quiet as they each take their first bite of brunch, savouring their meals. He and TK are sitting side by side, knees pressed together.

Nancy is watching TK carefully, like she’s not quite sure that he’s really here. It’s not just that, she’s keeping a close watch on the two of them as well. Carlos feels like he’s under close scrutiny.

He can understand it, he supposes. Nancy cares a lot about TK, and after everything – including having to resuscitate him in the field – she’s probably got a vested interest in his well-being.

It’s nice to see them still bicker like siblings. TK had grown impatient at Nancy taking too long to decide what to order, teasing her and threatening to order for her if she didn’t decide. It’s easy for him – he always orders whatever version of waffles is on the menu at their favourite cafe. Carlos has never understood how TK can stomach eating so much sugar for breakfast, because the waffles on offer may as well be dessert.

Today TK is eating cinnamon waffles with caramelised banana, caramel sauce, vanilla ice cream, toasted coconut and almonds and cinnamon sugar. Carlos opted for something much more savoury – corn fritters with avocado and a jalapeño mayonnaise, plus two poached eggs. Nancy had settled on eggs over easy, bacon and toast in the end.

It’s not long before TK’s sneaking bites off Carlos’ plate as they chat easily with Nancy and she fills them both in on some of the wilder calls she’s been on and what the rest of the team has been up to while TK has been on leave. Carlos doesn’t mind. It means that TK is back, that they’re here together, that Carlos somehow got another chance at it all.

“You guys are gross, you know that?” Nancy says, when she realises that Carlos has been cutting bite-sized portions of his food off and leaving them on the side of his plate for TK to pick at.

“I’ll show you gross,” TK retorts before Carlos can say anything, opening his mouth to give Nancy a view of his half-chewed food.

“Dude!” she exclaims, wrinkling her nose.

“TK,” Carlos admonishes but they all laugh.

Later, Nancy frowns when she notices that TK hasn’t finished his food. “Appetite still not back?”

TK looks at her in confusion. “What?” She gestures at his plate. “Oh! No, that’s for Carlos. He likes to eat it at the end because he says my breakfast should be dessert. Right, babe?”

He beams at Carlos, leaning over to press a slightly sticky kiss to the corner of his mouth. When he’s subjected to the force of TK’s happy gaze like this, Carlos isn’t sure how he survived the months apart. Not when the smile that lights up TK’s face and makes his green eyes crinkle at the corners makes something warm and golden bloom inside Carlos’ chest.

He squeezes TK’s knee and exhales. “Right, I don't know how you can eat that first thing in the morning.”

TK smirks and Carlos realises what’s coming.

“Well, babe. This isn’t the first thing I ate today.”

(you can read my other intimate moments prompts here)

#tarlos fic #tarlos #911 lone star #rmd writes #rmd writes: ls snippet #intimate moments prompts #prompt fill

[rmd-writes]

Intimacy Prompts: 1 or 18 (or both lol) for tarlos 🥹

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 💖

Happiest of birthdays to you, Brian! I hope you have a fabulous day 🎉🥳 Thank you for the mid-conversation plot bunnies, the fic titles and, of course, your friendship 💖💖💖 hope you like this ficlet x

1. hugging them from behind, laying their head on the other’s shoulder and/or 18. moving closer in bed

“Hey baby,” TK calls.

“Hey babe, how was your shift?” Carlos asks over his shoulder and then listens to the sounds of TK taking his shoes off by the door, dropping his bag on the floor next to the console table and rifling through the mail briefly.

“Long,” comes the reply and TK is there with his arms wrapped around Carlos’ waist and a kiss to the back of his neck.

Carlos tips his head back to kiss TK quickly and says, “Just give me a sec, this will burn if I leave it.”

“I’ll be here,” TK murmurs into Carlos’ shoulder before resting his head on it. “Can we eat on the couch? I’m so tired.”

“Why don’t you go shower and change? By the time you’re done, dinner will be ready.”

“I’m offended that you think I need a shower. Had one at the station before I came home. A patient puked on me,” TK explains.

“Is that what that smell is?” Carlos jokes.

“Hey.” TK pinches his side but Carlos can hear the smile beneath his weary tone.

“Really though, will you feel better if you change into something else?”

“Just need you.”

They eat on the couch, with TK in the corner of the sectional facing Carlos with his feet tucked under Carlos’ thigh as TK tells him about his shift and Carlos opens his laptop on the coffee table to show TK the villa he’d found for their upcoming trip to Tuscany. TK’s eyes light up just like he’d imagined when Carlos shows him the view from the balcony in the master bedroom – a view visible from the bed if the doors are open. He’s just as excited by the secluded swimming pool on the property.

He follows TK into the shower after he manages to spill his tea down his shirt after dinner, and despite TK’s earlier insistence that he was exhausted, it’s not long before Carlos finds himself pressed against the tiles lost in the feeling of TK’s soft lips, the sweep of his tongue and the slide of their wet bodies together.

“You got time to lie down with me before your shift?” TK asks around his toothbrush.

Carlos sticks his head into their bedroom to check the time. “Little bit. No time for round two,” he warns.

“Too tired anyway, babe.”

“That’s what you said when we got into the shower.”

“Ten minutes max,” Carlos says as they climb into bed.

TK yawns. “I’ll be asleep before then,” he insists. “I wanna be the little spoon, c’mere.”

When TK rolls onto his side, Carlos slides in closer, tucking his knees up behind TK’s knees and winding an arm around his waist. TK takes his hand and tangles their fingers together, pressing a kiss to the back of Carlos’ hand before curling their hands into his chest.

“Love you,” he sighs into the pillow.

“Love you too,” Carlos says, kissing TK’s neck.

It’s only a few minutes before TK is snuffling softly and Carlos edges away from him slowly and gets ready for work, pressing a kiss to TK’s forehead before he leaves. Their conflicting shifts mean it’ll be a couple of days before they see each other at home again.

Three days later, Carlos wakes to the familiar weight of TK’s head pillowed on his chest and his fluffy hair tickling his chin.

“Mmm, you’re here,” TK murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “Missed you.”

Carlos pulls him over so that TK is lying on top of him. “Missed you too,” he says, before drawing him down for a kiss that’s languid and slow, until it’s not.

If you want a little peek into their Tuscany trip, you can read it here.

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

#tarlos fic #tarlos #911 lone star #rmd writes #rmd writes: ls snippet #intimate moments prompts #prompt fill

[rmd-writes]

tarlos + glitter

Hi Michelle! Thanks for the prompt 💖

Glitter rains down as they dance.  “Fuck,” Carlos mutters. He’s going to be washing glitter out of his curls for months. TK laughs in delight. Carlos doesn’t know whether it’s at his use of profanity outside of their bedroom or because of the glitter, but seeing TK twirl with his arms raised, smile lit by the lights pulsing to the beat of the bass, only makes him smile in return.  His irritation at the glitter doesn’t last. How can it when he has his husband pressed against him, hips matching Carlos’ rhythm, and promises of later whispered in his ears?

send me a word and a pairing and I'll write you a drabble

#rmd drabbles #rmd writes: ls snippet

[rmd-writes]

Sending an ask for nice ask day!!

Noticed we have a lot of similar fandom interests -- if David, Patrick, Carlos, TK, Alex, and Henry were to meet, where would it happen? who would get along the most outside of the pairing?

hello! What a great ask! I love finding people who share multiple fandoms, so hello new friend!!! 💖

Believe it or not, this is something I’ve thought about previously, so strap in.

A while back @blackandwhiteandrose wrote a fic (about how David and TK were friends (if you love both characters, you should read this fic, it’s so good) back when David still lived in NYC. Having read it and discussed it with BWR later, I wholeheartedly agree that they were friends who lost touch after TK moved to Austin. Not immediately though - you know in s1 of SC how David is always on the phone texting? We know that his NYC friends were mostly assholes, so who was he texting? TK.

TK probably got a new phone or deleted all of his NYC contacts when he moved to Austin, so he lost David’s number then too. But maybe he’s scrolling Instagram one day and comes across Alexis’ account or the Rose Apothecary account, or maybe Nancy is laughing hysterically at Moira’s accidental live stream of the conversation about David’s oopsie-daisy and eventually TK gets back in touch with David. They’re both happy now, really happy. Deeply in love, safe and content with who they are as people, happy.

Patrick suggests that he and David make the trip to Austin and David can catch up with TK while they’re there. (There’s probably some kind of sportsball game Patrick would want to watch, idk).

I’m taking liberties now, but bear with me. While they’re in Austin, they go to a restaurant and there’s a fire. Please go read @missgeevious’s absolutely hysterical fic to find out what happens.

Once Patrick gets over his mortification (it’s short lived, David won’t allow it, there are food trucks to visit and proper bbq to be had), they go with TK and Carlos on a tour of Carlos’ favourite food trucks and end up at Franklin’s BBQ, which David wanted to go to because he read about it in an article about FSOTUS.

Carlos raises a brow at David’s seeming insistence on wearing sweaters in the Texas heat, but he’s glad it’s not actually summer or TK might need to put his paramedic skills to work on his friend. There’s a moment when Carlos catches Patrick’s eye as their respective husbands are chatting loudly and gesticulating wildly and there’s a fond resignation in Patrick’s expression that he recognises. One that says, “sometimes I can’t believe that I chose him but I’m so glad every day that I did.” Carlos feels that way about TK too.

When they make it to Franklin’s the line is long and Carlos notices the presence of private security officers in suits - unusual for somewhere like Franklin’s. The reason for it becomes apparent when they realize that Alex, Henry, Nora and June are ahead of them in line. They’d come to Texas for a long weekend at the lake house. It’s David who recognises them first - Alexis used to have a giant crush on Prince Henry, she’d met him once before at a party on a yacht (Pez dragged Henry to the party), and in the way that only Alexis can, had come home and huffed that Henry must not be interested in women, “because, David, he, like, barely even looked at me and I was wearing that sparkly Balenciaga!” (Little did she know that she was correct. “I knew it!” she proclaimed when news broke of the emails, before she’d gone all teary eyed once the enormity of what had happened to Alex and Henry had hit her).

Turns out that the world is both too big and ridiculously small - Carlos and June had taken a class together at UT, even worked on a group assignment together. When June comes over to say hi to Carlos, they end up all sitting together: David, Patrick, TK, Carlos, Alex, Henry, June and Nora. They share their food and laugh so much and more than one other patron does a double take at the ridiculous level of hotness sitting at their tables.

David gets along surprisingly well with Nora - she reminds both him and Patrick of Stevie, in a way. Carlos and Henry become fast friends and it’s not long before he and Alex are talking in Spanish about their favourite foods as well. David, TK and Alex - in an uncoordinated attack - separately try to steal food off their respective partners’ plates only to be met with loud protests, followed by triumph, because their partners never really say no. There’s laughter when they realise what’s happened simultaneously around the table.

They sit there talking and laughing and eating until they realise that the sunlight is fading and they’ve been there for hours now, simply enjoying the company and revelling in feeling happy, and safe, and free.

#I had SO much fun with this #nice ask day #tarlos #911 lone star #schitt’s creek #rwrb #firstprince #rmd writes: sc snippet #rmd writes: rwrb snippet #rmd writes: ls snippet

[rmd-writes]

smutsgiving 2023 (tarlos edition)

What is smutsgiving you might ask? You can click that link to see where this started last year, but essentially it’s a drabble challenge: write 100 words of smut and share it on American Thanksgiving, for a treat.

The tiles are cool against TK’s forearms, a contrast to the steam enveloping him, to the flames licking up his spine.

The duelling sensations are drowned out by the press of Carlos’ soft lips, the sting of his teeth as he maps the path down TK’s back.

Carlos’ big hands skate down his sides, over his hips, to cup his ass. TK anticipates it – Carlos has been teasing him for what feels like hours – and yet the first drag of his warm tongue has him gasping.

Later, he murmurs against TK’s skin. “Can you come just like this, babe?”

“Please.”

(If you want more smutty Tarlos drabbles, when I did this last year, I ended up writing an entire fic in 100-word drabbles. You can read Soon here on ao3)

#smutsgiving 2023 #smutsgiving #tarlos #911 lone star #tarlos fic #rmd writes: ls snippet

[rmd-writes]

23 <3

I’ve assigned each kiss prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! As a reminder, I’m trying to keep these to around 200 words and I’m going to try and do at least one per day til they’re all done. If you’ve sent me a prompt, I promise I’ll get to it!

Thanks for this prompt, Shannon! 💖

a kiss in relief

TK feels like he’s going to burst out of his skin. Nancy didn’t let him drive. She takes one look at him and snatches the keys before he can grab them. TK sits in the back of the ambulance chewing the inside of his cheek and bouncing his leg and by the time they arrive at the scene, TK is ready to claw his way out of the ambulance.

TK’s knees almost give way when he realises that the officer they’d been called to assist isn’t Carlos. He reels in his emotions and focuses on the patient. From a distance, he spots Carlos and it takes everything he has not to get up and run to his husband.

As TK loads the patient into the back of the ambulance later, there’s a brief squeeze of his shoulder and he looks up to see Carlos walking past him. There’s a lot said in their silent glance: I love you and I was worried and I know, I’m sorry and I’m so glad you’re okay and I love you.

Hours later, he’s doing inventory when Nancy nudges his shoulder. Looking up, TK sees Carlos striding through the entrance of the firehouse towards him. TK puts his clipboard down and rushes towards him.

Carlos catches him around the waist, his other arm coming up across the back of his shoulder blades, his hand cradling TK’s neck as he buries his face in his spot. TK clutches at Carlos’ shoulders a little more desperately than he should in the middle of his workplace.

“Baby,” he breathes against Carlos’ skin.

After a long moment, Carlos lifts his head from TK’s neck and TK presses their lips together. He lingers, soaking up the perfect pressure of Carlos’ lips against his and the way he holds TK’s neck. The pressure of his fingers at TK’s waist gives away his slight desperation to hold TK, matching TK’s own need to be held by his husband.

Carlos is here. He’s whole. He’s his.

(find all of my kiss prompts here or read them on ao3)

#so kiss me #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #tarlos #rmd writes #rmd writes: ls snippet

[rmd-writes]

I’d love to see a #Tarlos kiss in anger! #45 on the list please! 🥰

I’ve assigned each kiss prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! As a reminder, I’m trying to keep these to around 200 words and I’m going to try and do at least one per day til they’re all done. If you’ve sent me a prompt, I promise I’ll get to it!

(I think it's time to give up on the 200 word limit, you guys are getting whatever I churn out in the 15-20 min I give myself to write these, without me spending the same amount of time again to edit them 😅)

Thanks for this prompt! It took me a minute to figure out what to do, because I don't really write them fighting except for that one breakup era fic

a kiss in anger

TK knows he’s overreacting. He shouldn’t be mad about this but he is. 

He slams the bathroom drawer shut and closes his eyes. Carlos shouldn’t have said those things either. 

He forces himself to take a steadying breath. In for four, out for four. Annoyance is still simmering under his skin. Fuck it. He’ll go to work early. Maybe he can work out or something to take the edge off. 

When he walks out of the bedroom, backpack slung over his shoulder, Carlos looks up from the kitchen where he’s preparing food. 

“Your shift isn’t for another hour,” Carlos says flatly. 

“Going in early.”

“You haven’t eaten yet.”

“I can take care of myself, Carlos,” TK snaps. 

Carlos sighs. 

“I’ll see you back here,” TK mumbles before moving to the door. 

“Hey,” Carlos calls out, wiping his hands on a tea towel and walking towards him. “Be safe, I love you.”

The knot in TK’s chest loosens, just a little. They’ve been through so much and never leave each other without saying those words. No matter how they’re feeling. Just in case. 

“You too. I love you,” he says to his husband, who’s standing right in front of him now. “I’m still mad at you.”

Carlos looks at him pointedly. “You think I’m not? We will be talking later. But I’m not letting you go out there without this, we have a deal.”

He leans in and pauses, an unspoken question.

TK rolls his eyes, still annoyed but he closes the distance between them anyway, pressing his lips to Carlos’ and lingers, parting them slightly to feel the cut of Carlos’ teeth against them when he draws back. 

“Now you can go,” Carlos murmurs.

“You be safe too,” TK says before he walks out the door, sliding it closed behind him.

He pauses on the other side of the door, the anger dissipating just a little more at the knowledge that Carlos won’t let him leave without these words, without a kiss, no matter what.

(Find all of my kiss prompt ficlets here or read them on ao3)

#so kiss me #tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #rmd writes #thanks for the prompt! #words flowing everywhere except in the wip doc #rmd writes: ls snippet

[rmd-writes]

Give me Tarlos 21 or give me death

I’ve assigned each kiss prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! As a reminder, I’m trying to keep these to around 200 words and I’m going to try and do at least one per day til they’re all done. If you’ve sent me a prompt, I promise I’ll get to it!

thank you, my love, for this prompt which was partially inspired by the prospect of (slightly) bearded Carlos becoming canon this season, and the spectacular resulting spiral you witnessed far too early this morning 💖

a kiss on a place of insecurity

TK leans against the door frame and watches as Carlos examines his reflection in the mirror. Again. He tilts his head and runs his fingers over the hair that covers his jaw, the crease forming across his nose as he frowns.

Letting his gaze drop to Carlos’ shoulders, TK takes in the way that even after all this time the muscles in his back ripple under his golden brown skin as he moves his arms. Carlos reaches for the razor on the counter that’s gone unused for weeks now in favour of the electric shaver.

He takes that as his cue.

“Don’t even think about it,” TK says firmly, stepping into the bathroom.

Carlos looks up at him in the mirror as TK moves towards him. He slides his arms around Carlos’ waist and drops a kiss onto his shoulder before hooking his chin over it.

“Don’t think about what?” Carlos asks.

“Shaving it off,” he pulls his left arm out from around Carlos’ waist and brings it to his face, running his fingers over Carlos’ beard. “You know I love it.”

“I know you love the beard, I like it too, but…” Carlos hesitates.

TK grins; he knows exactly what the issue is. He runs his right hand up Carlos’ stomach and over his pec, enjoying the rasp of the tight curls under his hand. Carlos relaxes into his touch, just a little.

“Baby, I know you’re feeling self-conscious about them, but the grey hairs are sexy.” TK scratches at Carlos’ jaw, right over the patch of greys that are causing him so much distress.

“You don’t need to humour me.” Carlos ducks his head.

Lifting Carlos’ arm, TK slips under it, squeezing between his husband and the bathroom counter, loosely resting his hands on Carlos’ shoulders.

“I’m not humouring you,” TK insists before pressing a kiss to Carlos’ jaw. “This – right here – is so sexy. Which really, is unfair, because you are already so stupidly sexy that you’re a safety hazard,” he murmurs, punctuating his words with kisses all over Carlos’ beard.

“Is that so?” Carlos asks, smiling now.

“Uh huh.” TK captures Carlos’ lips in a sweet kiss while trailing his fingers down Carlos’ chest and hooking them in the towel wrapped around his waist, tugging it loose.

“Do we have time for this?” Carlos murmurs against his lips, spreading his legs a little when TK nudges his knees.

TK drags his lips against Carlos’ beard. “I can be quick.”

(Find all of my kiss prompts here or read them on ao3)

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[rmd-writes]

…on a scar. For the kiss prompt and tarlos

I’ve assigned each kiss prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! As a reminder, I’m trying to keep these to around 200 words and I’m going to try and do at least one per day til they’re all done. If you’ve sent me a prompt, I promise I’ll get to it!

Thanks for this prompt, Rose! 💖

a kiss on a scar

He makes his way down TK’s neck, dragging his nose against the soft skin and inhaling TK’s scent while lazily pressing gentle kisses along the vein. He moves downwards, following the line of TK’s neck, to his shoulder, his collarbone. Carlos loves him like this, still sleepy, his hair messy and soft, pillow lines creasing his cheek, as sunshine spills across the sheets warming them. 

There’s no intention behind the kisses, only love and the enjoyment of not having anywhere to be in this moment other than here, in bed with his husband. TK runs his hands across Carlos’ back absentmindedly, making pleased little noises as he leans into Carlos’ touch. 

When Carlos gets to the fading scar on TK’s chest, he runs his fingers over it lightly before leaving a lingering kiss there. The roads that they’ve travelled to find each other, to choose each other overwhelms him sometimes. There are so many moments where another inch, another minute, a ‘no’ instead of a ‘yes’ would have meant that he and TK wouldn’t be here now. That they wouldn’t have found each other.

And Carlos can’t imagine that, a life without TK. Not now, not when he knows. 

Not when he knows what it’s like to have TK underneath him, smiling up at him like Carlos is the only thing that matters, eyes sparkling and creased at the corners. Not when he knows what it’s like to hold TK in his arms and feel grounded by his touch. Not when he knows what it’s like to try and fail to be annoyed that TK steals food off the cutting board as he’s preparing it and still doesn’t know how to use the laundry hamper. Not when he knows what it’s like to be known and to be loved, wholly and completely and unconditionally. 

“Baby, are you okay?” TK asks, lifting Carlos’ chin so that he can see his face. 

“Yeah,” he murmurs, kissing the scar again. “Just love you.”

(find all of my kiss prompts here or read them on ao3)

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[rmd-writes]

If no-one else chose it then could you please do #46 for the kiss prompt list? bc the world needs more jealous TK. And by the world I mean me. I’m world 💁🏽‍♀️

I’ve assigned each kiss prompt that I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! As a reminder, I’m trying to keep these to 200 words or less and I’m going to try and do at least one per day til they’re all done. If you’ve sent me a prompt, I promise I’ll get to it!

This one is also for @jroseley who requested the same prompt.

46. a kiss out of jealousy or envy

TK looks across the club and finds Carlos almost immediately. He’s is standing near the dance floor, his eyes darting around the room. There’s a man beside him, standing far too close and putting his hand on Carlos’ bicep. As TK gets closer, he can see the way the guy bats his eyes at Carlos.

A flash of jealousy passes through him. He’s mine.

Carlos smiles when he sees TK approaching though, but it’s not enough to shake the feeling that he needs to stake his claim.

Ignoring the other man, TK steps right into Carlos, winding one arm around his neck and placing the other on his hip, pulling him close.

Without a word, TK kisses Carlos hard. There’s a fleeting moment when Carlos startles but then he’s kissing TK back and TK coaxes his mouth open with demanding lips and an insistent tongue, claiming him. Carlos matches his intensity, his hand coming up to grasp the back of TK’s neck, the delicious firm pressure of his fingers setting sparks skittering under TK’s skin.

“Hi,” Carlos breathes when they part, eyes sparkling.

TK feels like he’s in free fall. “Hi.”

He could get used to this.

(read all of my kiss prompt ficlets or find them on ao3)

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[rmd-writes]

Tarlos and #28 for the kiss ask! 👀

I’ve assigned each kiss prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! As a reminder, I’m trying to keep these to around 200 words and I’m going to try and do at least one per day til they’re all done. If you’ve sent me a prompt, I promise I’ll get to it!

Thanks for the prompt Dalawa! I had some fun with an unspecified AU for this one 💖

a kiss as a lie

Carlos makes his way around the room, drink in hand, greeting people with a smile and nod as he quietly observes the room. Out of his peripherals, he spots someone bursting into the room with alarming speed, considering they’re at a formal event. Carlos isn’t the only one to turn to see who’s making an entrance.

TK Strand.

Carlos rolls his eyes. He’d known TK was on this assignment too, of course, but the way he’s entered the room is concerning. Carlos isn’t surprised though. He hadn’t wanted TK on this assignment at all but he’d been overruled.

He watches as TK takes a breath and resets, that brilliant smile spreading across his face, transforming from harried agent into handsome guest. He slows his stride and makes his way around the room, leaving a trail of charmed guests in his wake. It’s abundantly clear to Carlos that TK is making a beeline for him.

TK continually glances at the doors he came through and Carlos begins to worry that his cover has been blown. Still, no one else enters. Yet.

He moves towards TK, handing his glass to a passing waiter and placing himself near a door he knows opens to a patio. They’re on a mezzanine level. It’s a short jump down to the ground if they really need to escape.

When TK is two paces away from Carlos, several things happen at once.

Two men come sprinting out of the hallway Carlos knows leads to the kitchen, looking around the room frantically.

TK curses.

Another man bursts through the door TK had come through.

Then, TK is closer to Carlos than he’s ever been, so close that Carlos can see the dark rings around his clear green eyes, one hand on the wall beside Carlos’ head.

He murmurs, “just go with it.”

And then TK’s lips are on his.

It takes Carlos by surprise – both the fact that TK is kissing him, but also the kiss itself.

TK’s lips are warm and soft. He parts them slightly and Carlos follows suit, kissing him back and sliding an arm around TK’s waist. When TK traces the tip of his tongue along Carlos’ lower lip, he brings his other hand up to cup TK’s jaw, tilting his head and kissing TK deeply as the blood thunders in his ears. TK moves closer until their chests are pressed together and for a moment, Carlos forgets everything except the feeling of TK pressed against him, the slide of their lips together and the slightly minty taste of TK’s tongue.

TK pulls away and looks around. “Think we’re in the clear?”

Carlos remembers that the kiss was only a ruse and shoves the disappointment that washes over him down. He drops his hand from TK’s face and waist and straightens up.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat. “I think we’re good.”

(Find all of my kiss prompts here or read them on ao3)

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angel, jolt, polite — all three for tarlos! (since you need some inspo!)

THREE WORDS?! For a drabble?!! This was a CHALLENGE, my friend, but I did got them all in!!

When Carlos had seen him earlier, the rain combined with the lights had given TK a halo, like he was some kind of angel walking the earth in the form of a firefighter.

They’d exchanged polite nods, a few words. A proud smile on TK’s face when Carlos had called his dad impressive. Watching the two of them now, Carlos feels something akin to envy, and wonder at their relationship.

TK’s boldness as he shamelessly looks Carlos over accepting his invitation to dance sends a jolt through him; his gut telling him to pay attention. Or maybe it’s just desire.

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