#tarlos neighbor AU

[noxsoulmate]

💞 Through Thin Walls 💞

🏘 A Tarlos Neighbor AU 🏘

Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star Author: noxsoulmate | Podfic by: Juulna | Artist: kinkajou Read and listen on ao3 | View the art on ao3

Chapters: 2/2 | Complete Word Count: 18197 | Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: alternate universe - neighbors, first meetings, 5+1 things, podfic, podfic & podficced works, podfic length: 2-2.5 hours, dorks in love, two person love triangle, falling in love, getting to know each other, getting together, idiots in love, love at first sight, kinda, cliche firefighter rescue, fluff, fluff and smut

Podfic created by the amazing @juuls

Art made by the wonderful @a-kinkajou

Created for the @pod-together event

Based on a prompt by the lovely @actuallysara

Summary:

“Hey, so please don’t freak out–” In the next moment, Carlos could hear a thud, followed by a curse, and he was pretty sure the guy had just hit his head somehow. Carlos winced in sympathy. “Sorry! Sorry, it’s just your neighbor here.” “Dude,” came the reply, the voice sounding rough, probably from all the crying. “Way to give a person a heart attack. Also, creepy much?” “My apologies. The walls here are basically paper with some paint slapped on. So uhm… noises are somewhat muffled but… not really, I guess.”

~*~

3 times Carlos only heard his neighbor’s voice, 2 times TK lusted over a certain officer, +1 time it all melted together.

OR: A Tarlos Neighbor AU

🏘 Read and/or listen on ao3 🏘

💞 and please leave lots of love on the wonderful art on ao3 💞

I cannot thank my team enough 🥰 @juuls, @a-kinkajou, this was such a wonderful experience!! thank you so much for putting up with me, tolerating my rambles and my writer's block, agreeing to switch fics when I panicked, and always cheering me on - and of course for the AMAZING podfic and art respectively that you two created for this fic. I truly hope this will only be the first of many projects we will work on together 😘

Sneak peek and more art under the cut:

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When the first sniffles came through the wall, Carlos was startled, turning in his bed where he was cocooned in his blankets, book in hand, and in the process of winding down. It was his first night home after a week straight of night shifts and it was his goal to quickly get back into a normal sleep rhythm, even though he wasn’t remotely tired. 

The sniffling sound that very clearly came from the room adjacent to his didn’t help in that endeavor, setting all his senses on high alert right away.

As far as he knew, the apartment next to his had been empty for the last few months. Someone must’ve moved in during the week – which was entirely possible, seeing how Carlos hardly had any free minutes between his shifts, helping on the ranch for two days, and covering some extra shifts so Mitchell could visit her sick mom.

What little time he’d spent in his apartment, Carlos had been asleep. So yes, a new neighbor moving in without him noticing was actually quite possible. 

That didn’t explain the sniffles though which by now had turned into sobs that hardly sounded muffled. And why would they? His neighbor probably didn’t realize just how thin these walls were. Carlos certainly hadn’t suspected it when he first moved in – but quickly found out the hard way. His neighbor until a few months ago certainly had a thing for loud women… 

Contemplating what to do, Carlos tried to focus back on his book. It wasn’t his business why his new neighbor was sobbing so loudly. Or bawling his eyes out by the sound of it. Damn… 

Putting the book back down, Carlos closed his eyes for a moment. Two parts of himself were at war right now. The polite side, reminding him that it was not his place, that it would probably be embarrassing for the man to find out that Carlos could hear him; that it wasn’t nice to snoop in other people’s privacy. And then there was his protector side, wanting to make sure the man was okay. It didn’t sound like he was in direct danger or crying because he had hurt himself. But the tears still sounded so full of pain.

In the end, it was his compassionate side that won out, and putting the book aside he turned further in bed and moved closer to the wall. Clearing his throat, he spoke just above his normal volume.

“Hey, so please don’t freak out–”

💞🏘 Continue on ao3 🏘���

Noxy’s Tagging List:

@detective-giggles, @sgirl18, @firstprince-history-huh, @beautifulhigh, @rangergurlgleek1211, @shadesofdeviant, @actuallysara, @carlos-in-glasses, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @welcometololaland, @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, @catanisspicy, @lemonlyman-dotcom

#tarlos #tarlos fanfic #911 lone star #noxy writes #tk strand #carlos reyes #neighbors au #tarlos neighbor AU #5+1 things #podfic #pod together #podfic is included in the fic #with amazing art #amazing art included in the fic #pining #two person love triange #dorks in love #idiots in love

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

August July June

Note: these are not in any order!

Of Lizards, Love & Laundry by @noxsoulmate

M | 13.8k

Nine sweet stories showing Carlos’s progression from tolerating Lou Two to dutifully accepting his role as proud lizard papá. This one is really soft, and shows how Carlos comes to love and appreciate Lou Two for the comfort and joy he brings to TK. Comes with some truly adorable art.

Ashes, Ashes by vaguenotion

T | 12.5k

Listen, this is the second Tarlos fic by the elusive author of the Greatest Story Ever Told, aka the fic. You know as soon as this one dropped I rallied the fan club (iykyk) and we devoured every word before our book club commenced. Expect all the deeply gorgeous descriptions, quippy one-liners and lingering tension we love from this author. Judd inhales some hallucinogenics on a call, which send him on a bad trip causing him to hurt TK. The story of healing and brotherhood is so, so good. Plus, the best description of Mateo I’ve ever seen: “[he looks] like the kind of guy who would wear JNCO jeans.”

one night (and the rest of our lives) by falloutmars (is this person on tumblr? Drop the @ if you know!)

T | 2k

Tarlos reflects on their first official date, the first time TK called Carlos baby (outside the bedroom 👀). Very soft and sweet!! And a surprise ending.

I ramble my way home by @ladytessa74

M | 32k

This one is as sweet as peach pie! After his relapse, TK goes to stay with a retired Owen who now owns a peach orchard. Judd, Carlos and Marjan work at the orchard. The Strand family vibes are sweet, Judd and TK brotherhood is utterly endearing. And the Tarlos of it all is so tender. There’s adventure, a little grief and even a treasure hunt! Also Buttercup.

looking inwards by @birdclowns

NR | 5.5k

(Disclaimer: I beta’ed this one). He/they TK. This is such an important story and it’s told SO WELL. The gentleness and care with which these characters are handled, the time taken to really show the journey that TK takes in his self-discovery journey — every single step of the way through a difficult conversation with Carlos. It’s all so well done, and the reader is right there with him. This kind of representation is super important, and I think doing it with such a beloved character like TK is a really great way to introduce these topics to folks who may otherwise be unfamiliar.

Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines by @carlos-in-glasses

E | 13.6k

Listen, don’t make the same mistake I did and choose the wrong soundtrack for this. Fat Boy Slim was a mistake. I realized this early on. This one needs something a little more downtempo, maybe a nice Portishead or some Massive Attack. Anyway! This is a beautiful, heartbreaking, vivid story about trauma and grief, and how terrible events can somehow lead to the most amazing things. Cig weaves so much detail and backstory into this story we already know so well, and characters we love so much, and still finds ways to weave humor in, which I think really enhances the story. The dichotomy of grief and joy, terrible events leading to beautiful life moments, the sunbeam on a stormy day.

our corner of time by @theghostofashton

T | 1.7k

We love a good outsider POV around these parts. In this one Owen watches TK with Carlos, and revels in his son’s joy and the love with which Carlos takes care of him. And isn’t that everything we want for our sweet boy?

In My Time of Need by @spaghett-onaplate

G | 2.2k

STOP THIS ONE IS SO CUTE AND FUNNY. AU meet cute. Carlos and TK are neighbors in an apartment building, and a lizard is on the loose in Carlos’s apartment and he …doesn’t react well. Cue TK to the rescue.

Querencia by @bonheur-cafe

G | 500

Lovely little glimpse at an early morning in the Tarloft.

“Carlos takes his hand like it’s bathed in gold, kissing the pulse point on his wrist, feeling TK's own heartbeat under his lips before trailing the kisses up towards his palm. He places the last one on his ring.”

I MEAN!!!!

The Calling by @orchidscript

M | 10k

TK takes the lead on developing and testing a new, more compassionate method for reviving opioid overdose patients — a new way of administering narcan that wakes patients softly rather than the abrupt shock of traditional narcan. This story does a great job of capturing the sweet, compassionate boy that is TK Strand. When Carlos is the responding officer on an overdose call, he has to assist TK with a patient revival and he’s left in awe of witnessing his kindness, gentleness and compassion.

coming home by falloutmars (is this person on tumblr? Drop the @ if you know!)

G | 2k

Soft, sweet little look at a moment in the Tarloft right after TK comes home after waking up in Push. This is a really lovely exploration of Carlos’s dueling emotions during this time, relief and joy, but also residual heartbreak and uncertainty about how to treat each other.

meet you after dark by @strandnreyes

E | 8.9k (wip)

I loved as if you were a mythical thing and I love that it’s getting a sequel! You MUST read the first fic first. Carlos is an author living in a tiny coastal town in Maine, he meets and falls for his reclusive neighbor TK. What could happen next?

As always, this is not in any way a comprehensive list of all the good stuff that came out in September. This is the stuff that I was able to read and vibed with. This is a way for me to hype the stories that got me excited this month, and I encourage everybody to be intentional in reblogging fics and screaming about the stuff you’re reading and enjoying all month long. Let’s work to build this fandom into a more inclusive and encouraging place to create! Also, caveat that the Gabriel grief stuff is tough for me, so I’ve been avoiding and/or very slowly making my way through those ones.

#September fic recs #tarlos fic #911 lone star #tk strand x carlos reyes #lemon’s monthly fic recs #FIC REC

[welcometololaland]

Hi Lola ❤️ I NEED to know more about what ever you are willing to give us for your tarlos "neighbor disputes and hot sex" wip 👀??

hello friend! @carlos-tk also asked me about this one, so thanks to you both!

i have no actual writing done on this one (it's my newest addition) but i do have a lot of misplaced confidence, a title, a summary and a 4,000 word outline. currently tossing up whether i start this next or add to the ring in 2.0.

i can't decide whether it's an AU or a canon divergence - strictly speaking it's canon divergence but we diverge VERY EARLY in season 1. carlos is tk's neighbour and they...start off on the wrong foot.

have some unhinged snippets from the planning doc:

Marjan tells him maybe he should stop speeding or something??

Then Owen is like oH nO i FoRgOt SoMeTHinG and excuses himself to run to the grocery store quickly and Carlos is like I might have some- and Owen is like NO I INSIST STAY HERE WITH MY SON.

 TK takes the covering off, sticks the address sticker on the dildo packet and leaves it in Carlos’ mailbox out of spite.

They're all like we all wished ill upon him because you told us to! And it was Officer Reyes?! And TK is like Paul, I thought you would have told them?? And Paul is like um excuse me I am a VAULT.

(this is an insider look at how unhinged my mind is SO SORRY)

#love thy neighbour #a forgotten syllable #im not sure if the title will stick #911 lone star #tarlos

[guardian-angle22]

This week's theme is: rec a fanwork (fic, gifset, fanart, podfic - bonus points if you do multiple mediums) that made you feel warm and fuzzy inside (the 'feel good' fanwork). Tag @welcometololaland or #fic rec friday

Thank you for the tag, @ladytessa74

I love that this week is expanding into other kinds of works! This post is going to be very fucking link heavy as a result because I got a little excited😅 I'm also going to queue up a ton of these to reblog over this weekend (cause they're all too wonderful to only reblog once anyway).

911: Lone Star

Fanart

tarlos proposal (made pre-actual proposal) by @alwaysablossom

tarlos instagram au set by @revengeofthesiths

these stunning tarlos drawings by @reyeslonestar

grace ryder by @yorit1

brian michael smith/paul strickland by @mahanonu

softball TK by @dannylarryson

tarlos coffeeshop meet cute comic by @fitzherbertssmolder

Gifsets

the 126 in color by @ayan-sukkhapisit

firefighter paul strickland by @ayan-sukkhapisit

the 126 + tarot cards by @rafael-silva

the women of the 911ls by @rafael-silva

marjan rupi kaur set by @rafael-silva

paul set by @scullyblr

stunning tk/tarlos set by @ronenrubinstein

marjan 3x9/4x9 parallel set by tailoredshirt

paul strickland + trans flag colors by @genderqueerbuck

paul strickland + true colors by @floralbuckleys

Fics

With love, your soulmate by @chaotictarlos [soulmate AU]

Pure devotion by @mi1kc0ffee [kinky PWP themed: gag]

And We'll Only Be Making It Right & Now my heart is in your hands by @noxsoulmate [friends to lovers s1/2 AU]

Showing You my Love by @ramblingdisaster73 [soft, fluffy tarlos surprise date]

The Raven Cycle

Fanart

All Adam cared about was his autonomy by @eggpy

ronan lynch: good catholic boy by @polartss

the shopping cart scene by @rosiethorns88

Fics

while we're on the subject, could we change the subject now by @toast-the-unknowing [no supernatural, neighbors AU]

Steady All The Hands by sksai [no supernatural, single father!ronan & sex worker!adam AU]

Star Wars

Fanart

Lizzo & Grogu by @fionacreates

jedi!Finn by @furiousfinnstan

come as you are (anakin) by @02png

one of the most stunning things featuring that tattooine desert you'll ever see by @procoffeinating

Gifsets

leia set by @hayden-christensen

finn + maya angelou set by @momentofmemory

#fic rec friday #911 lone star fic recs #fic recs #the raven cycle fic recs #star wars #all the recs #beautiful fan art #there's so many talented people out here just blessing our eyeballs with free shit its so crazy and wonderful #so many links y'all #so sorry lmao #I have spent so long linking and tagging in here that I don't have the energy to tag anyone else to participate LOL #so if you've managed to make it far enough to be reading this consider yourself tagged :P #rec list

[firstprince-history-huh]

Fic Rec Friday

This week’s theme: Rec a fic that starts with the same letter as your username (or, if you like, a part of your username).

The rules: Tag a fic that starts with the same letter as your username and describe why it’s so good / how it has a hold on you. Then tag some people to see what everyone else is reading. Spread the love! Please tag @welcometololaland or tag #fic rec friday so she can compile the masterlist.

I was tagged by @welcometololaland & @irispurpurea ❤💕

So for this I'm going with the fics that begin with the same letter as my Tumblr username & also my ao3 username because I've got good ones based on both!

So here we go:

911 Lone Star:

Fire Meet Gasoline by @howtosingit

An amazing firefighter!Carlos AU in which he gets transferred to the 126. It is a fantastic fic & I love the character portrayals! Such a wonderful fic & I LOVE IT SO MUCH!

Forever Will Never Be Long Enough (With You) by falloutmars (not sure if they have a Tumblr)

It's a Tarlos honeymoon fic. Some teasing & swimming pool shenanigans which are simply so 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Find Another Dose by @paperstorm

A 1x09 missing moments fic. TK in his feral cat boy era. A heartbreaking, sad & such an AMAZING fic! Also, Gwyn in this! It made me miss her so much! This was one of those 'This makes me want to hug TK so much' fics. Or as someone else said in the comments, "He needs a Carlos-shaped hug''.

Delicate by @paperstorm

A 1x06 missing moments fic. It has smut with feelings (my favourite kind of smut). Both boys are obviously developing feelings but they're not going to talk about it. The fic was so achingly beautiful it wrecked me. The way Andie has mixed in the feels is 🥺🥺🥺❤❤❤

RWRB:

Forgiveness (Can You Imagine) by viciouslyqueer (I don't know if they have a Tumblr)

A FirstPrince talk of rings & proposals with a little bit of angst. I had so many feels about this! It's si lovely & beautiful & amazing!

Hashtag Soulmates by @everwitch-magiks

A copywriter!Henry & legal advisor!Alex AU. It has literally all my favourite fanfic tropes! And that one particular chapter which has a moment which is so meta I just love it! And all the references & easter eggs in that chapter!

For One Night Only by @indomitable-love

A Catherine/Arthur fic. The meet-cute 🤣🤣😂😂

All the talk of grief made me think of it as foreshadowing. All the parallels! George's story 🥺🥺🥺🥺

The name origin for Beatrice & then after reading the fic, I realized this was also a Henry name origin story! 🥹🥹🥹❤❤❤

For All The World To See by @everwitch-magiks

An FirstPrince neighbor AU with actor!Alex & author!Henry. The fic references! And all the secrets which eventually do come out & lead to the angst! And then the happy ending! 🥺🥺🥹🥹❤❤

Faster, Higher, Stronger by @everwitch-magiks

A FirstPrince sports AU where they're both ice-skaters. So amazing & brilliant & beautiful! I loved it so much! Also, this is the fic that lead me to take an interest in ice-skating. The number of YouTube videos I've watched of Nathan Chen flawlessly executing his routines because of this!

Forever Yrs, For Evermore by @indomitable-love

A FirstPrince lake house proposal fic. It's so beautiful & soft & sexy & lovely all at the same time! I think this is one of the first fics I remember reading for this fandom!

Not sure who hasn't done this yet, but no pressure tagging: @ladytessa74 @sarnagati @jordanshenessy @fangirl-paba @detective-giggles @paperstorm @goodways @first-kanaphan @actuallysara @actual-sleeping-beauty & anyone who wants to participate!

#fic rec friday #911 lone star #tarlos #911 lone star fic #rwrb #red white & royal blue #red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb fic #firstprince fic

[rosedavid]

wip wednesday

tagged by @rmd-writes @jesuisici33 @wandering-night19! thank you!!

this is a snippet from the new tarlos neighbors au i just started!

Maybe Carlos is old-fashioned, but he likes to at least have some sense of who’s living around him. It’s likely a product of being raised by Andrea Reyes; anytime they had a new neighbor, even if they were miles down the road from the ranch, they showed up to the door with a casserole dish and a warm welcome. Carlos may not go to that extent, but the habit of welcoming new people to the neighborhood stuck.

Like all his other neighbors on the floor, Carlos figured he’d learn who moved in, eventually. He’d likely spot them in the hallway coming home or maybe in the elevator at some point.

But more than two weeks have gone by still with no hint to who this new neighbor might be.

not sure who’s been tagged, so apologies if you’ve already been tagged: @treluna4 @lizzie-bennetdarcy @three-drink-amy @welcometololaland @paperstorm @apothecarose

#wip wednesday #911 ls #tarlos #911 lone star #911 ls fanfic #fanfiction #tag games #tagged #911ls

[911marchmadness]

Round 1 - Results and Fills!

Hello all! Once again, thank you so much to everyone who has participated thus far in the inaugural 9-1-1 March Madness tournament! We know that creating fills in such a short time span is a challenge, and we really appreciate everyone who has risen to the occasion to support their favorite tropes/prompts!

On a minor silly note, thank you very much for thus far avoiding ties 🤣

Here are all of the creations that have been submitted thus far. Creators, if you'd like us to update this post with a tag to your tumblr, please let us know!

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Battle 1: A/B/O - Omegaverse vs. Found Family

A/B/O - Omegaverse

◈ I misunderstood the (secondary gender) assignment by @screaming-universe Rating: GA; Fandom: 9-1-1; Pairing: Buddie; Words: 2105 Summary: Buck's new colleague is an alpha and he hates him. He's wrong on both accounts.

◈ Struck, Stuck by @sivan325 Rating: GA; Fandom: 9-1-1; Pairing: Buddie; Words: 561 Summary: Buck could see his own body lay in the balance between the ladder and the surface, unresponsive. He glanced at the others, as they all had shocked faces and they were worried. About him.

◈ Nightmare by SamDragneel Warnings: Violence, Non-Con; Rating: M; Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star; Pairing: Tarlos; Words: 561 Summary: TK's attacked while Carlos is on shift. It's not random, someone's targeted him specifically.

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Battle 2: Coffee Shop and/or Bookstore AU vs. Fake Dating/Relationship

Fake Dating/Relationship

◈ by their side by @screaming-universe Rating: T; Fandom: 9-1-1; Pairing: Buddie; Words: 4768 Summary: Eddie needs to get his son to Los Angeles, even if they have to walk.

◈ Let’s Fall in Love for the Night by @theladyandthewolves Rating: GA; Fandom: 9-1-1; Pairing: Buddie; Words: 1026 Summary: Buck’s neighbors have been looking at him like he’s a lost cause since his break up with Taylor, regularly trying to set him up with any of their available relatives. Eventually he invents himself a boyfriend, hoping to get some respite. So when the neighborhood summer party is announced, Eddie agrees to pretend to be the imaginary boyfriend for the night. Of course, it doesn’t go as planned (in a good way).

◈ Just Play Pretend by @sivan325 Rating: T; Fandom: 9-1-1; Pairing: Buddie; Words: 1385 Summary: Eddie was glad that the firefighter was there saving his son, but the only thing that Christopher mentioned to him about the firefighter is that he was from Station-118, and Eddie was determined to show the firefighter how grateful he is for him, saving his son’s life. Christopher described to his dad about the firefighter that saved his life; taller, big bright blue eyes and has a mark on his face.

Coffee Shop and/or Bookstore AU

◈ Your True Family by @sivan325 Rating: GA; Fandom: 9-1-1; Pairing: Buddie; Words: 613 Summary: “I just want to say that your brother is missing you,” Eddie said. Turning around, he noticed his boyfriend and his son coming closer and catching up with him. “When was the last time you visited your brother?” “I… Ummm… I think… I don’t know. The last time I saw Evan, it was when my parents and I helped him with the bookstore and then life took on,” Maddie replied.

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Battle 3: Different First Meeting vs. Enemies to Lovers

Different First Meeting

◈ Los Angeles Fire Riders by @screaming-universe Warnings: Non-Con; Rating: M; Fandom: 9-1-1, Temeraire; Pairing: Buddie; Words: 2041 Summary: Looking back, Evan Buckley should have known that joining the Fire Rider Academy would be just his thing: lots of adrenaline, the prospect of an important, fulfilling job and last but certainly not least: dragons.

◈ Maybe One Day by @theladyandthewolves Rating: GA; Fandom: 9-1-1; Pairing: Buck/Abby; Words: 879 Summary: After bartending in Peru, Evan continues to travel in South America but eventually finds his way back to the Arizona, doing construction work here and there until he ends up working in a leisure resort in Scottsdale, where one encounter might finally change his life for the better.

◈ Cherry on Top by @sivan325 Rating: GA; Fandom: 9-1-1; Pairing: Buddie; Words: 975 Summary: It’s been a year since Shannon died. His son always comes first, even when he keeps thinking about her. He knows he has his son to take care of, and his birthday date is coming soon. Eddie wanted to make his son’s birthday special.

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Battle 4: Sick/Injured Character Being Cared For vs. Mistaken for a Couple/as Partners

Sick/Injured Character Being Cared For

◈ Captain's Responsibility by @screaming-universe 6x11 Spoilers Rating: T; Fandom: 9-1-1; Pairing: Gen; Words: 792 Summary: 'Bobby already had one firefighter to worry about; he really wished he did not have to think about another. But at least it gave him something to do.' aka Eddie got hurt when he fell off the ladder, Bobby makes sure he's taken care of

◈ I Want to Hold Your Hand by @theladyandthewolves Rating: GA; Fandom: 9-1-1; Pairing: Buck/Lucy; Words: 606 Summary: Lucy gets injured on a call, and Buck’s worried.

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Round 2 starts tomorrow (March 19th) with A/B/O - Omegaverse vs. Faking Dating/Relationship, followed by Different First Meeting vs. Sick/Injured Character Being Cared For on March 23rd.

We can't wait to see what you come up with!

#911 march madness #911 on fox #911 lone star #buddie #tarlos #buck/abby #buck/lucy #gen #911 #911 fanfic #911mm2023 #r1b12023 #r1b22023 #r1b32023 #r1b42023

[moviegeek03]

WIP Wednesday

Here is an excerpt from something new I started with this week. Special thanks to @actuallysara for letting me play with one of her prompts, and to @lire-casander and @marjansmarwani for plotting some with me this week. The prompt Sara kindly let me take is #24 on her list (Neighbor!Tarlos AU) where the boys meet as next-door neighbors after they start talking through a shared wall. Any thoughts or feedback is much appreciated all!

Loud music blared through the walls. He could practically feel the thumps of the beats in his chest, making his heart skip a beat and his breath tighten.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mumbled to himself. He gave it a moment, hoping the volume was just a dumb mistake. An accident. An oversight.

It wasn’t…

The music continued. He couldn’t make out the lyrics, but the beat reverberated into his home and pulled him out of the peaceful night he had been enjoying. It was incessant. It snaked its way into his brain and stole his attention. Fully and completely.

He couldn’t take it any more.

With a deep sigh, he clambered off the couch and made his way over to the shared wall. It ran along the living room and through to their bedrooms, ran along the important rooms in the home. It was obnoxious. He couldn’t do it anymore. He had spent the past few days listening to the noise. The clatter. The ruckus. Whatever. He couldn’t take it any more.

Nope.

He crossed his living room and did the one thing he never thought he’d do. The thing that felt straight out of old sitcoms. He may not have had a broom like Mr. Heckles from Friends, but he had a fist that he could bang against the side of the wall. He hit his fist against the shared wall. Once. Twice. Three times.

“Turn it down!” he found himself yelling at the wall, becoming the stereotypical angry neighbor he’d sworn he’d never be.

He groaned at himself, but the music eventually stopped. He couldn’t hear it. There was finally quiet.

“Thank you,” he huffed to himself. He let his fist fall from the wall and turned to look at the kitchen clock across the apartment. It was already after eleven. He’d woken up at five that morning for a shift. “I give,” he relented. He moved back to the couch, clicking the TV off and snagging his wine glass. He downed the last of it before setting the glass in the kitchen. He’d deal with the dishes tomorrow. He had time. It was his day off. He could sleep in and then deal.

Or so he thought.

He had settled in bed and let himself drift off, letting the bedroom television drone on in the background, blocking out whatever noise continued to seep through the thin walls. He managed to brush his teeth before falling into bed, practically falling face first into the pillows. He was asleep a lot earlier than he realized.

Which…

It was apparently a good thing he had fallen asleep earlier than he had hoped or planned.

Because of the damned neighbor.

Carlos was woken by loud screaming and pounding from the hallway.

“Open up! Son! TK! Come on! Don’t do this again!”

Carlos could hear every word from whoever was yelling at his neighbor. He pulled the pillow over his head at first, trying to block it out.

“Come on, kid! You’ve got about two minutes before I call this in! Open up! Or you’re facing the battery ram again!”

Carlos felt himself wake up fully at that, pulling himself out of bed despite his annoyance. He shuffled through his apartment until he reached his front door. He opened it, blinking at the bright lights of the hallway.

“TK! Come on!”

He saw a middle aged man continue to pound on his neighbor’s door. The man looked scared. His hands shook as they hit against the wood. His voice started to quake as he screamed for his supposed son on the other side of the walls.

Carlos felt himself slipping into cop mode, preparing for the worst as he stepped into the hallway. “Sir? Everything okay?”

The man startled at his voice. “Oh. Um. I don’t know. I hope. I just…” He trailed off, looking at the door. “Just checking on my boy. He wasn’t answering his phone.” The man shifted anxiously. “I… I’m sorry. If I woke you. But…”

Before Carlos could respond. Or the man could continue. The nextdoor neighbor, this man’s son, pulled the door open. For the first time since he had heard the first banging, he was finally greeted with the image of his new neighbor.

And it was definitely not what he expected…

#wip wednesday #tarlos #tarlos au #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #tarlos fanfic

[birdclowns]

1 + 11 + 21 !! <33

gonna use 34 steps / the apartment au <3 maybe i'll have more of everything else this weekend

1. five word summary of this fic/chapter.

new city, new friends, homosexuality 🥰

11. what scene are you most hyped for this chapter/fic?

first tarlos kiss. i am So excited. it has not been written yet. but im rotating that whole chapter in my mind

21. share 3 songs that would belong on a playlist for this chapter/fic.

#ask game #fic; 34 steps #911 lone star #flare tag

[reyescarlos]

rules: 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 are you have wips! 💕

I was tagged by @marjansmarwani @reyesstrand @sunshinestrand and @terramous so I feel inclined to share haha thanks, everyone 

roommates au

in the heights nina/benny inspired childhood friends to lovers

exes to lovers; college/present day au

3x08-present day coda

trainer!carlos au

artist!Carlos/frat boy!tk college au

photographer!carlos Tarlos au

the wedding date au

rivals to lovers college soccer au

second chance au; high school reunion 

swim captain!tk/tutor!Carlos college au

soulmates au

dating app au

dreamscape au

neighbors au; NYC-setting

tagging: @marwani-strickland @novemberhush @tailoredshirt @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @rafael-silva @strandnreyes @doublel27 if you’d like to play. idk who else to tag, sorry for any repeats!

#games #wip

[noxsoulmate]

a little challenge: pick out your favorite sentence that you've written recently. one sentence. no context. tag some friends. Thanks for tagging me @wtfuckevenknows, @ravens-words, @morganaspendragonss, @detective-giggles, @bonheur-cafe, @chaotictarlos

I couldn't decide, so... you get two lines from the same fic 😊

“Hey, I have a lot of nieces,” Carlos replied with a wide smirk as he cleaned up, “Of course my band-aids have unicorns on them.”

and

“At least that means we won’t get interrupted later,” he said, reaching for TK just before he could open the door. Pressing close to his backside, he whispered into his ear, “And it’s probably better that way.”

I know I'm super, super late to this 😅 so I'm not sure who all has done this already, but just in case: @lire-casander, @sapphire11, @lightningboltreader, @strandbuckley, @otter-love-asl, @rmd-writes, @welcometololaland, @doublel27, @just-inside-her, @@meditating-honey-badger

#tarlos #tarlos neighbor au #wip game #tag game #thanks for thinking of me

[sapphire11]

I’m all about the AUs lol, so how about AUs in general, then Coffee Shop AU, Soulmates AU, Neighbors AU…and canon divergence? 👀✨

TYSM friend! 💛 okay so answering this from a Tarlos perspective since that's all I've been reading for a while and the fandom makes the difference for me with some of these.

AUs in general - A++

Coffee Shop AU - C

Soulmates AU - A+++++

Neighbors AU - A+++++ (I need more of these for Tarlos 👀)

Canon divergence - C (this can be so, so good. And can go so, so wrong)

Give me a fanfiction trope and I’ll grade it:

A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it.

B: Like it. Not one of my bigger cravings, but it can scratch a certain itch if I’m in the right mood.

C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.

D: Not my favorite. I avoid it if I can, but it won’t necessarily put me off reading something.

F: Hate it. Will immediately make me nope out of a fic.

#ask games #TYSM friend #malexsoulmates #fanfiction tropes #AU is clearly a mixed bag for me #but mostly yes give me all the aus

[doublel27]

Ahhh! Ok.

Tarlos (of course)

Um, (I’m so bad at thinking of au settings). How about a tarlos as neighbors au?? Pretty please?? 🙃🙃

Michelle and Iris have both told him to make a move, however Carlos feels like a little bit of a stalker, keeping an eye on this new man in his building. He knows that the man in apartment 3B likes boba tea, house music and hoodies. Carlos can’t even say that he knows for sure his neighbor is gay. (Although the shirts he wears when not in hoodies, suggests that he might be). So he hasn’t said anything. Just waved occasionally as they come and go.

The mail in that was slipped into box is a great excuse. TK Strand, Apartment 3B. Carlos has his first opening and he’s not going to waste it.

AU Ask Game

#911 lone star #911 ls fic #tarlos au #tarlos fic #tarlos neighbors au #neighbors au

[tootiredmotel]

That damn front door (or “Hey, TK”)

Read on AO3 

Word count: 6.8k

After months of living with his dad, TK finally gets his own place, only to find that his next door neighbor is that handsome police officer he's been crushing on from afar.

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“Any other day. Any day but today. Why today?” TK muttered as he turned off the ignition and pulled up his hoodie. “It never rains in Austin. Except for today. Why.” He sat there for just a minute, head against the back of his seat and fingers fiddling with the cord of his hood, all the while entranced by the drizzle hitting the pavement and the raindrops racing down his windshield. TK was never one to turn down a rainy day, he loved them, but only when he had the choice to stay in; Hulu or Netflix browsing and some hot chocolate, or perhaps practicing on the guitar that no one knew he owned, while any and all outside distractions were blocked out by the curtain of white noise that was a steady rainfall outside his window? A perfect day in his book. He’d get plenty of those in New York during the late summer, and he made the most of them on the few days he had off from work, but in the five months he’d spent in Austin, not once had there been a rainy day such as this one.

And it just had to be the day he was moving into his new house.

It was 6am on a Sunday, his one day off, and his dad had all but dragged him off the bed. Owen was otherwise occupied that day with a certain professor of psychology, but he had helped TK pack and stuff all the remaining boxes into the car the night before (not to mention, he was lending TK the Cherokee in the first place), so he couldn't exactly complain. He could still, however, curse under his breath as much as he wanted, which is exactly what he did as he willed himself to get out of the car and run back to the trunk. 

He was struggling to get it open (because of course, it was going to give him trouble now) when he heard another car pull up behind him. He hoped and prayed for lightning to strike him down then and there, as it would be less embarrassing than being seen for the first time struggling with his car by one of his new neighbors, but the trunk popped open before he could finish the thought; perhaps a little too suddenly, since it almost hit him in the chin. It was a day of almost-bad luck for him.

Half curiosity and half paranoia forced him to take a peek over his shoulder, but the rain and darkness of the early morning wouldn't let him make out the person in the driver's seat of the Camaro. The car was still running even though it was parked, meaning the person was maybe waiting for the rain to let up, therefore, they'd see TK's entire ordeal. So TK, being TK and looking to make an impression, took a box, then another, then piled a third on top before realizing his abysmal mistake. The tower of boxes came up to his nose if he held his head up.

With much effort and coordination between his left arm and his torso, he managed to shut the trunk, cursing his father for not investing in the hands-free feature for the car. He then heard the Camaro turn off behind him and the driver's door opening, prompting TK to resume his silent request for lightning to make quick work of him.

"Here, let me help you with that," He heard the person's voice through the spattering of the rain. Any second now, lightning, TK thought.

Not wanting to come off as rude, he turned around and let them take the top two boxes before immediately facing the ground to hide his face under his hood.

It was him.  It was the hot cop.

Every once in a while (multiple times in a week, if he was lucky), TK would spot this hunk of a policeman on calls or patrolling around town, but he’d never get the chance to talk to him. He was damn good at his job, and TK had once or twice seen him respond to the name 'Reyes'. That's all he knew about the man, apart from the fact that his patrol uniform was just tight enough around his shoulders to make TK stare without meaning to. And now, he knew that his smile could make even a day this bleak look brighter.

TK muttered a quick thanks as he briskly made his way towards the door of his new modern home, Hot Cop Reyes following close behind. Once under the small roof of the entryway, waiting for TK to open the front door, Hot Cop balanced the boxes against his torso with one hand and used the other to shake the rain out of his curls. He must've noticed TK staring out of the corner of his eye, because he smiled at him again, and TK turned away so as to not be blinded by the sight. He was fumbling to get the key into the knob when Hot Cop spoke up.

"Are you new to Austin?"

God, even his voice was hot. TK had heard him yelling orders before, from a distance, and that was enough to make his breath hitch; hearing him up close, casual and easy and right over TK's shoulder, it made the hairs at the nape of his neck rise. Good thing he was wearing a hoodie.

He snapped himself out of it to mumble a reply. "Uh no, I- I've um, I've been here a few months."

Smooth, TK.

He finally got the lock open, wondering why every single door that stood in his way that morning was out to get him, and led Hot Cop inside.

There wasn't much in the house yet; a couch, a wall-mounted TV, a half-stocked fridge, a couple of kitchen appliances, and enough in the bedroom and bathroom to last him until he could buy whatever was left with his next paychecks; but the cream and brown tones of the walls and the little but functional furniture he had made TK feel good enough about the small house to not make any excuses or apologies about not being settled in yet.

TK set his box down next to the door, and Hot Cop followed suit.

"I'm Carlos, by the way."

Finally, TK thought, turning to find Carlos with an outstretched hand and a tight smile that only broadened when he saw TK's face. There was a knowing glint in his eyes, and TK figured there was no more use in hiding, so he pulled back his hood and shook Carlos' (strong, callused, and yet, somehow, soft) hand.

"TK."

"Yeah." Carlos slightly tilted his head to the side. "You're fire department. You're pretty good at what you do."

TK's heartbeat picked up. Had Carlos (gosh, he loved knowing his name) noticed him too? Like, how TK had noticed him? He let the sliver of hope boost his confidence a bit. "You're not so bad yourself, Carlos."

  ---

Had he told Michelle to meet up at an earlier hour, Carlos didn't even want to think about what could've happened. Had he not stopped to check his mail on his way out, he might have already left. For all he knew, if he hadn't been at home that particular day at that particular time, TK could've burned down the whole neighborhood.

He just knew his heart dropped to his stomach when he heard his neighbor's fire alarm go off.

His feet were rushing him toward the house before his brain could even fully process the situation (something he would later mark up to police training instincts). Carlos quickly assessed the structure: he couldn't see any smoke, at least from the front of the house, and he could only detect a faint smell of burning from the front steps.

He tried the knob and found it locked. "TK! TK, I'm coming in!" 

With one hand reaching for his phone to call for help, he slammed his body against the door, knocking it open at the third try. He instantly found himself drowning in white smoke and the stench of burning... fish?

"TK!" He called out again.

A cough from the kitchen and a tired "Here," was his response.

Carlos made his way over, still staying low and covering his nose and mouth with his elbow. TK stood in front of the stove, cooking mitt and rag in his hands, defeated eyes on the blackened salmon in front of him. Mirroring his stance, Carlos stood next to TK, and after about two minutes could no longer suppress it. He chuckled.

"Don't laugh."

"I'm sorry," Carlos muttered behind his fist, laughing more.

"Dude, seriously, don't laugh," TK repeated, starting to smile himself.

Carlos leaned back against the counter, now on the verge of hysterical. "The fireman almost burns down his new house while cooking a fish, mano, that's hilarious."

TK playfully threw him the cooking rag, telling him to shut up in between chuckles that turned into coughs. After a good while of laughing along, TK exhaled. "I should probably open some windows."

"I think so, yeah," Carlos sarcastically played along, earning himself a cooking mitt to the shoulder.

As TK began opening windows around the house, the wheels in Carlos' head began to spin. He was a pretty experienced cook, and next to him on the counter were a couple more fish. Michelle would understand if he texted her that there was an emergency with his neighbor and he wasn't going to make it to eat before their shifts. 

He spoke up before his nerves had a chance to betray him. "Hey, TK."

It was weird. So very weird, Carlos thought. Weird how drawn he felt to this man. Weird how much he wanted to be in his company. They'd only spoken a few times since TK moved in, but spending time with him was just so easy. Carlos was... let's call it curious.

"You want some help with this, man?" He asked, inspecting the salmons.

TK looked over his shoulder as he opened the last of the windows, scanning Carlos up and down. He was probably taking note of his uniform, but Carlos could've sworn his gaze held something else. "Don't you have a shift?" He questioned, walking over.

"Not until 8. I usually leave about two hours early to run some errands." That was technically true. 

TK stopped mere inches in front of Carlos, leaning against the same counter. His eyes searched for something, scanning Carlos' expression (he figured TK was debating whether to let him stay or not); out of nature, and maybe looking to impress a little, Carlos straightened up to his full height, while still maintaining a soft (hopefully friendly-looking) smile. 

"Yeah alright." TK finally said, and Carlos couldn't help how his smile became wider as TK turned away from him and toward the fish. "You a good cook?"

"I would hope so", Carlos replied, shooting a quick apology text to Michelle, letting her know that he wasn't going to make it to the food truck today. "My tío Andrés and tía Valeria own a restaurant out in Luling."

"Where is that?" 

"About an hour away, Guadalupe county, right along the San Marcos river."

"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that's where you grew up?"

"God, I miss going to the river."

"Ya know, in New York, if you wanna swim, rivers aren't really an option. You either hit up a public pool or hike to a watering hole somewhere."

"Did you ever do that? Hike to a swimming hole?"

"A few times. There was this one weekend-"

And thus the conversation rolled on. Carlos spoke about his family, about growing up in Texas, about becoming a cop; TK spoke about his adventures in New York, about his dad, about all the nutjobs one has to deal with in the big apple (Carlos made sure to take note of him mentioning a guy he dated). The hour and a half it took to prepare the meal seemed to go by in a blink, the two of them chopping and stirring and working around each other like a surprisingly well-oiled machine, all the while exchanging stories and laughs and smiles and more than a few stolen glances. Every accidental touch and brush of skin in passing would send chills up Carlos' spine, and as he guided TK through properly cooking the salmon he stood just a bit too close behind him, but TK didn't seem to mind. 

Just as they put the finishing touches and seasonings on the dish, Carlos caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall. "Shit."

"What is it, what did I do?" 

TK's panicked expression as he took a step back from the fish made Carlos chuckle. "Nothing man, it looks great," Carlos noticed TK exhale before he continued, "but I have to go."

"Wait, you're not gonna eat?"

But Carlos was already gathering his belongings. "I have 20 minutes to clock in, TK."

"Ah shit, I'm sorry dude, if I hadn'-"

"Don't worry about it, really." He turned around halfway to the door, walking a few steps backwards as he said, "I had fun."

"Yeah," TK smiled at him. "Me too."

Carlos smiled back and began showing himself out, but stopped one last time at the doorway, thinking about how to ask him to do this again without being too forward. "Hey, TK?" TK hummed in response, and Carlos threw him a look over his shoulder. "Next time you try cooking something new just... check if I'm home first?"

TK's toothy grin made his heart leap all over the place. "Will do, Carlos." 

Carlos kept smiling to himself even after shutting the door and rushing to his car; he thought he heard TK call out to him from inside that he was going to save him some leftovers.

Much later that night, his suspicions were confirmed. When he arrived home after his excruciatingly exhausting shift, at around 2am, he was met with two tupperware containers on his front steps, along with a quickly scribbled note on top that read:

"It turned out delicious. Could be thanks to you. Buen provecho! -TKS"

That night, Carlos enjoyed what was one of the best after-midnight meals he'd had in his life. It could've been thanks to their combined talents in preparing it that made the dish so good, but it could also have been because, the whole time, Carlos was thinking about the cute gray-eyed fireman right next door, about how much he loved spending time with him that afternoon, and about how much he wanted to spend some more.

  ---

"You've done a great job with this place TK." 

TK turned around and smiled at his dad, who was taking a look around from his seat at the counter.

"Learned from the best," He replied, making his way from the cupboard to the fridge.

"I know it's only been, what, three months?"

"And a half."

"Three and a half months," Owen corrected himself," but the house feels pretty empty without you, son."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure it does," TK brought over their glasses and shot his dad a look, the one with a raised eyebrow that both generations had mastered. "Especially with how much time Professor Hottie has been spending there." 

After a sip of his water and a second to look at the ground, Owen replied, "No comment."

Their shared laugh was interrupted by a light knock on the front door, and a voice casually calling out "Hey, TK." Not a second later, Carlos let himself in, not taking his eyes off a large book in his hand as he put the spare key back in its spot, on top of the outdoor wall lamp. It was commonplace for them to do this by now, they'd walk into each other's houses with little to no announcement (which led to a couple of slightly awkward, partly naked encounters at the beginning, but neither of them made much of a fuss about it), whether to rant about something that happened on one of their calls, or to try out a new recipe one of them found, or simply to hang out. TK could've sworn, however, that he had told Carlos his dad was coming over for dinner that night, although, with everything they tend to talk about from day to day, he wouldn't even take his own word for it.

"So my tía came to town and I asked her to let me borrow this for a while," Carlos started as he shut the door behind him, and Owen sent his son an questioning look. "It has a bunch of my family's recipes, so I thought you and I could-" The instant he looked up and noticed the present company, Carlos shut the book closed and held it at his side, standing up straight and donning his stoic policeman face. "Captain Strand."

"Officer." 

At Carlos' deer-in-headlights expression, TK tried his best (and utterly failed) to contain a snort.

"At ease, Reyes." Owen continued, rather amused. "Surprised to see me here? You do know he's my son, right?"

"Yes, yes I did, sir. Um- I just didn't- I didn't know you would-" 

Now this was a sight to behold for TK. Carlos Reyes, embarrassed in front of his dad. He let a smile grow onto his face, not really to mock or poke fun at his friend, but more because he couldn't help it. Smiling around Carlos came naturally at this point; besides, the situation was kinda funny. 

"I'll just leave you to it."

TK's smile faltered, slowly vanishing as Carlos walked back to the front door. Owen seemingly noticed his son's expression, though, since he quickly spoke up while rising from his seat.

"Won't you join us?"

Carlos turned around with wide eyes, looking to TK for any indication as to what to reply. TK simply shrugged; why his dad was inviting Carlos to stay for dinner, he had no clue, but he didn't really have any reason to complain about it.

"I don't want to impose, sir."

"Please." TK watched as his dad motioned for Carlos to take a seat, before saying, "Call me Owen."

Carlos took tentative steps toward the counter. "Are you sure, sir?"

"Owen," He corrected again, "And of course, there's more than enough to go around! TK, tell him what we're having."

"Well, Carlos," TK sent his friend a teasing smile as he played along with his dad, reaching into the oven to pull out the appetizer. "The menu tonight consist of vegan cheddar and broccoli quinoa bites, to start-"

Owen's eyes lit up as he muttered, "I love me some quinoa."

"And in a bit, we'll be having some grilled asparagus and shiitake tacos." 

Owen leaned towards Carlos. "I'm a bit of a health nut, hope you don't mind."

"Sounds delicious, TK." Carlos stared pointedly at him, his eyes conveying 'I can't believe this', or maybe 'I can't believe you'. TK decided it was the former. In an attempt to provide a bit of comfort, TK softly squinted at him with an easy, closed-lip smile, hopefully letting him know there was nothing to worry about. 

That exchange must've taken longer than it seemed, because they were interrupted by Owen clearing his throat before speaking up.

"So, Carlos," He pointed at the book Carlos was still holding, "You were saying about the book?"

"Right." He placed the book on the counter. "My tía Valeria, she owns a restaurant, she has been holding on to this for years, and I asked her if she could let me borrow it for a few weeks." The book was old, handmade, and on the genuine leather cover were scraped the words 'Recetas de los Reyes'. "It has all of my family's best recipes going back four generations. I thought maybe..." He trailed off, smiling softly at TK. 

TK, seeing in Carlos' eyes that this meant more to him than he had initially let on, told him, "Carlos, I would love to try your family's recipes with you."

TK noticed Carlos' brow relax and his smile widen. He noticed how handsome his laugh lines were, how he bit his lip as he looked down. And he noticed how softly his hands moved across the book as he opened it and began scanning through, before realizing he was probably staring too much.

"You think there's anything vegan in there?" Owen asked, peering over the book.

"I highly doubt it, Guatemalan diet is ridiculously meat-heavy. I mean look at this, the first three recipes are for churrasco."

TK felt a certain warmth in his chest at the picture in front of him: his dad and Carlos wrapped up in conversation, sharing a moment and some quinoa bites. He watched them for a few seconds with a smile that he couldn't explain if he was asked about it, before taking an appetizer for himself and then finishing up the tacos.

 Once seated around the dining table, after already starting with the main dish, Owen spoke up.

"So, if you don’t mind me asking, how long have you two been-"

"Oh, we met that same day I moved in," TK chimed in, having been ready since earlier for the 'how long have you known each other' interrogation. "We started hanging out a couple weeks later."

"Does he know about the fire alarm incident?" Carlos asked him.

"I'm sorry, the... fire alarm incident?" 

"That's a no, then."

TK and Carlos then launched into the story, followed by multiple recounts of cooking mishaps they'd had over the last three months: the dried out turkey, the spilled tres-leches batter (of which there were probably still remains in the nooks and crannies of the kitchen), and that one time they almost flooded Carlos' house, although that one was less about the cooking and more about the chaotic dish-washing that came after (to put it simply, they both ended up soaked and covered in soap suds). Owen himself had more than a few stories of his own, which earned him a lot of shushing and 'dad-that's-so-embarrassing’ facepalms from TK. 

 Just as their laughter was dying down from the story of TK getting reprimanded two days into the job for accidentally taking out six firefighters with the hose (five of which found the whole ordeal hilarious), Owen's phone chimed. TK began clearing the empty plates, Carlos quickly standing up to help, as his dad checked the message.

"Ah, I'm sorry boys, I'm gonna have to skip dessert. Michelle needs me to fill out some stuff at the firehouse. Says it's urgent." He stood up and held out his hand to Carlos, who handed TK the dishes he was holding so he could shake it. "It's been a pleasure getting to know you, Carlos."

"Likewise capt- Owen." They shared a chuckle. "Say hi to Captain Blake for me."

"Will do. I'll see you out there. TK," He called to his son, who had heard the exchange from the kitchen where he was dumping the mountain of plates he'd had to carry to the sink. "Walk me out?"

As he made his way back, Carlos passed him and let him know he'd get started on the dishes. TK thanked him and approached his father, who put an arm around him as they walked to the front door. 

"You found a good one, TK." 

With a mystified chuckle, he asked him, "What do you mean, dad?"

"I mean I like him." Owen looked back at Carlos and contentedly put his hands in his pockets. He turned back towards TK as he opened the door. "You've had much worse boyfriends."

TK almost choked. Simultaneously, he heard Carlos fumble and drop a dish in the sink, awkwardly clearing his throat afterwards. 

"And none with a better ear apparently." Owen commented.

TK could feel his ears, his face, his entire body probably, heat up at the thought, before quickly correcting his dad without meeting his eyes.

"Dad, he's not m- we're not-" He couldn't even get the words out, but his dad knew him so well that he didn't have to.

"Really?" Owen whispered incredulously. "Could've fooled me. I mean with how much you've been talking to each other while on calls, all the looks and the smiles-"

"Goodbye dad!" TK gave him a quick hug before practically shoving him out the door. He heard him quickly call out "See you at work, son!" before the slam of the door cut him off.

Shit, was he right? Did they come off as a couple? Maybe there was a certain domestic vibe to them, but that's because they mostly hung out at their houses! Had his team gotten the same impression? Surely, there would've been a lot more teasing if they had...

When he noticed he was lingering at the door just a bit too long, he made his way back to the kitchen. Carlos kept washing the dishes as if he’d heard nothing, so TK decided to just shove it to the back of his mind for now and tried to restore the mood.

"Ya know, maybe it's a good thing my dad left," He remarked casually as he pulled dessert out of the oven. "Or else there wouldn't have been enough chocolate chip zucchini bread to go around."

He heard Carlos behind him quickly put down the dishes and, in a split second, he was standing next to TK, drying his hands and ready to pounce on the small loaf of bread. TK had to all but run away from him to get the first bite, and they ended up sitting on the counter chairs munching on the entire thing.

 "This how you thought you'd spend your Tuesday night?" TK spoke up after a while.

Carlos laughed into his beverage before putting it down. "Having a vegan dinner with the captain of the 126? No, definitely not.” He took a bite with a smile. “Thought it'd be you, me, a bit of google translate, and a growing grocery list."

TK couldn't help but grin at the domesticity of the thought. 

"The food was amazing though," Carlos commented, mouth still half full from the last bite of bread that TK let him have. "And your dad's a fun guy." 

"Yeah. Trust me, he knows. Goes to his head sometimes."

"No me digas." Carlos laughed. 

TK loved hearing his bits of spanish come out here and there, and proceeded to ask with a smile. "What's that mean?"

"It's like saying 'you don't say', but not... in a sarcastic way."

At that moment, TK realized that he’d found himself noticing more little things about Carlos that night than he ever had before. Like how much he gestured with his hands when he explained something, and how he tended to puff his chest out when he did so. Like how his right eyebrow always sat just a little higher than the left. Like how wickedly sharp his jaw was and how his eyes seemed to sparkle when he laughed. He let his mind and his gaze wander, giving his dad's comment the benefit of the doubt, before cutting himself off. There was no way, something would've happened between them by now. He couldn't believe the man.

"Who? Your dad?" It was then TK realized he'd said that last remark out loud. "What are you thinking about, TK?" Carlos asked, leaning his elbow on the counter and letting his head rest on his shoulder, eyes and attention fully fixated on TK.

It made his heart race, it made his guts turn, but he figured there was no harm in talking about it.

"My dad, he uh, he thought-” He cleared his throat, focused on the plate of crumbs in front of him. “Well, he assumed we were.. a thing, I guess." It wasn't until he fully made his way through the sentence that TK let himself look up at him. Carlos momentarily raised his eyebrows as he blinked, as if in realization, before donning a slight smile and looking away from TK.

"Right. Yeah, I thought I heard something like that."

"And that's..." TK searched Carlos' gaze, prompted him to finish the sentence, practically begging him to voice his thoughts about it. "Ya know, it's..."

Carlos looked back up at him, seemingly searching for something too, before letting his gaze fall again. "It's... it's ridiculous."

"Is it? Is it so ridiculous that I do want to date you? That I kinda want to kiss you right now? Would it be so ridiculous if we were a thing?" These were all the things going through TK's mind at that moment, all the things he could've said, instead of feigning a chuckle in agreement, saying "Right? The guy's crazy." 

TK hoped and prayed he wasn't giving away how much his chest hurt as he asked his friend (and nothing more), "Don't you have an early shift tomorrow?"

"Yes, sir, I do," Carlos exhaled as he checked his watch. "Who needs an agenda when I have a TK?" He lightly patted TK on the arm as he stood up and made his way out, exchanging a quick and quiet "See you."

 And just like that, all was back to normal, or so TK had hoped it would be. The next day at the station, various coworkers asked him what was wrong, if he was okay (Judd even pulled him aside and asked if he'd had some sort of relapse). The rest of the week he tried his best to seem as upbeat as possible, though that wasn't very hard with friends like Mateo, Marjan, and Paul. Owen did approach him however, and asked him if everything was okay between him and Carlos, having noticed that they weren't talking as much on the field. TK blew it off as "they were quick calls, we didn't have much time" while fully aware that his dad knew him better than that, but thankfully he dropped it. TK had no choice to be aware of the fact that he was, indeed, avoiding Carlos as much as possible, and he hated it. Hated that he was doing it, and hated that Carlos had become such a big part of his life that no one would let him ignore it. He hated that he needed Carlos, hated that he wanted him, and hated, most of all, that Carlos had given no indication of feeling the same way.

  ---

"Chica, I don't know what to do." Carlos rubbed his face in his hands, throwing himself back against his couch. "He's been avoiding me all week, something changed that night."

"You talk to him, Carlos," He heard Michelle's voice through his phone, which lay on the coffee table in front of him. "You will not know what changed, if anything, until you ask him."

"What if he just doesn't want anything to do with me anymore?"

"You said things were going great with him, that you were building up to asking him out, right?”

“Yeah, I was,” Carlos emphasized the word. “But then when his dad assumed we were dating, he acted like he couldn’t bear the thought.”

Carlos heard Michelle sympathetically click her tongue before speaking. “Oh, I’m sorry Carlos.”

“No it- it’s fine. If he doesn’t like me like that then, that’s okay, I just-” He fiddled with one of the cords of his sweatpants as he (figuratively and literally) swallowed his pride. “I miss him.”

Michelle allowed a few seconds of silence before saying, “I still think you should try talking to him.” As she spoke, Carlos began noticing a faint sound. “Maybe you clear things up, or maybe things slowly get back to norm-”

"Wait, wait, shh." Carlos cut her off. The sound was music, coming from outside, toward the back of his house. "Sorry, let me call you back, Michelle."

Without letting her reply so much as an "okay", Carlos hung up the call and began making his way to the back door to investigate. As the music became louder, he made out that it was a single guitar, and the sound was too bright and clear to be coming from a speaker. He walked out onto the small, board-fenced backyard that he didn't use much, with only a couple of chairs and a barbecue grill, and quietly followed the sound toward his left. He stopped in front of the fence where his yard met TK's and stood there for a second, entranced by the melancholic, unfamiliar melody, the strings becoming softer and softer until there was only silence in the early evening air.

Carlos waited a few seconds before knocking on the fence. "Hey, TK?" he called over gently so as to not startle him.

He figured it didn't really work when he heard a loud exhale on the other side. "Yeah?" The voice he'd missed hearing so much replied.

"Was that you playing?"

TK took just a little too long to answer. "No?"

"Liar." Carlos chuckled. "Can I come over?"

"Yeah, you know where the key is."

Carlos felt a clench in his chest when he noticed the apprehension in TK's voice, but he turned around to go to his house anyway. He stopped short when he noticed the stack of chairs against the wall though, and decided that there was a quicker way to get there. 

He took the chairs (thankful that they were on the sturdier side) and carried them over to where he was previously standing. He used them as a step to boost himself over the 7 foot fence, landing swiftly on the other side before turning to a surprised TK.

"Who says I need the key?"

TK laughed, clearly amused, using the hand he had propped up on the guitar to cover his face. Carlos grinned at the sight.

"You know, for security purposes, those should really be higher," Carlos said, smoothing out his t-shirt as he walked over to TK. "That was way too easy."

"You're a show-off."

"Yeah, maybe a little."

Carlos took a look around TK's much nicer backyard. There was a small, still barely-grown vegetable garden to one side, and close to the house was one of those wooden table and bench sets. This was where TK was sitting, on top of the table with a black acoustic guitar in his lap, his hair a fluffy mess under one of his hundreds of hoodies. The last moments of golden hour upon him made his skin gleam and his cloudy eyes twinkle, and Carlos only noticed he was staring when TK scooted over to let him sit. He chose to sit on the bench rather than on the table, letting TK have space if he so wanted it.

"You never told me you could play."

"I’ve never told anyone I can play." TK responded, starting on another, sweeter, simpler melody. "Not even my dad."

"And he never found out?” Carlos propped his elbows up on the table behind him, resolving to watch the sunset overhead. “Even while you were living together?"

"This is the first time I’ve taken it out since we got to Austin."

Carlos tore his eyes away from the swirl of colors in the sky to shoot TK a shocked glance, or what was meant to be only a glance. Once his eyes landed on him, he couldn't rip them away, as if spellbound by TK, who was casually focused on the chords he was playing, chords that seemed infinitely complex to Carlos.

"I guess some people just don't lose their touch." Carlos remarked more to himself than anything, but it made TK smile, which made him grateful to have said it out loud. Carlos had long realized he'd probably do anything if it meant making TK smile. He watched him for a little longer, still unfamiliar to the melodies his fingers carried, and let him finish the song before speaking up again. "I always wanted to learn. Guitar, piano, something." He turned back towards the sky, now darker but just as colorful as it was three minutes before. "I was always taking care of my siblings, and then I got into the academy so young, I just... never really had the chance, I guess."

After a few seconds, Carlos noticed TK silently handing him the guitar from the corner of his eye. He took it and placed it on his lap as TK shifted from his seat on the table to the bench, a leg on either side of it, facing Carlos. He took Carlos' left hand in his own, positioning it on the arm of the guitar. He slowly and carefully placed Carlos' three middle fingers where they needed to go, one on the first fret of the third string, and the others on the second fret of the fifth and fourth strings.

"Now strum," He told him, and Carlos did so. It rang out beautifully. "That's E major." A bright and youthful smile grew onto Carlos' face.

TK repositioned Carlos' fingers into a new chord, an A major, now on the second fret of the second, third, and fourth strings. He strummed again, his smile widening and his insides flipping at the thrill of both making music and of TK's hand on his own (not to mention his knee against his thigh, and his breath on his shoulder; pretty much every bit of proximity was driving Carlos crazy). 

Still, he played on under TK's tutelage, and soon enough was strumming what could be considered a song after learning a third chord (D major). After a while of practicing a specific progression, once he was finally getting the hang of it, TK began humming over his shoulder. Then he started singing softly, right by Carlos' ear and sending chills down his spine.

"If I lay here... If I just lay here... Would you lie with me and just forget the world..." 

"Hey, I know this." Carlos managed to say without breaking the strumming, allowing TK to keep singing with an amused smile on his face as he watched how much Carlos was enjoying himself.

"I don't quite know... How to say... How I feel..."

Before jumping into the next verse, Carlos turned to TK. He was still bobbing his head along to the strumming, but he managed to join into the lyrics.

"Those three words..." They sang in unison. "Are said too much..." Neither of them could help their gazes traveling down to the other's lips, only a few inches away from each other. "They're not enough..."

When the chord change for the chorus came, Carlos stumbled and simply stopped playing. The sour notes lingered in the air around them, like something in wait, in need of being fixed. Something to be cleared up and made right. A crackle of energy, of magnetism, yearning to be fulfilled.

Finally, it was TK that uttered the words "Fuck it," cupping Carlos' face and softly kissing him. Carlos took a mere millisecond to respond, carefully putting down the guitar and turning to pull him closer. The kiss was gentle, slow, careful, both of them savoring every movement and change as if it was the most beautiful melody on Earth. Their lips fit perfectly into each other as if in harmony, and every touch was like a new instrument joining into the grandest symphony ever heard.

They eventually parted, both repeatedly coming back for smaller kisses until they were left leaning their foreheads together. TK's hands still slowly roamed Carlos' torso, while Carlos caressed TK's cheeks and hair. 

"Guess my dad wasn't so crazy after all..."

Laughing, Carlos let his head drop onto TK's shoulder, which TK took as an opportunity to bury his nose into the crook of Carlos' neck and wrap his arms around his shoulders. Almost instinctively, Carlos returned the embrace, and that was, perhaps, what felt the most right. How perfectly their bodies fit into each other, how blissful and comforted they both felt in the other's arms, and they both just wondered why the hell this hadn't happened until now. They stayed there until the sky was almost fully dark, and it was Carlos who pulled away and stood up in front of TK.

He held out his hand and cleared his throat. "Tyler Kennedy Strand,"

"Wait, how do you know-"

"Irrelevant," Carlos interrupted his question, to which TK responded with an eye roll and a grin. "Tyler Kennedy Strand, will you go out with me?"

TK took his hand and stood up in front of him. "Yes, Carlos Reyes, I will go out with you." He intertwined their fingers and brought his other hand up to the back of Carlos' neck, kissing him again with just a little more fervor than before, running his fingers through his hair. TK pulled away only to whisper: "Not tonight though."

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[221bsunsettowers]

Chapter 2: Settle Down, It Will All Be Clear (Tarlos Royal AU)

After the tournament was over, after he'd met eyes with TK, after Carlos thought he had seen the same flash of attraction he was feeling in the Prince's eyes as well, Carlos had been whisked away before even a word could be exchanged between himself and his future husband.

In which both men are handsome and nervous, Paul Strickland is an amazing man-in-waiting and confidant, there is a celebration banquet and a shared dance, and Carlos collapses on the floor.

This is Chapter 2 of my Tarlos Royal AU , The Kingdom Lights Shine Just for Me and You, in which TK is a prince, Carlos is a knight, and Carlos just won TK’s hand in marriage. Chapter 1 can be found here and here . Chapter 2 can also be found here 

Thank you so much for all of your excitement and encouragement about this AU, it makes me feel so inspired and I am having so much fun with it!

Note: A man-in-waiting is "a man who comes from a family of high social standing and who is attached to a royal household".

CW: anxiety and small physical manifestations of anxiety, small description of a character suddenly in pain

Chapter 2: Settle Down, It Will All Be Clear

Carlos ran his hands nervously over his green doublet with gold trim (somehow it fit him perfectly), an action he had repeated more times than he could track. "Is everything all right, my lord?" came a voice behind him, and Carlos could barely stop himself from startling.

After the tournament was over, after he'd met eyes with TK, after Carlos thought he had seen the same flash of attraction he was feeling in the Prince's eyes as well, Carlos had been whisked away before even a word could be exchanged between himself and his future husband. Now he found himself in what he could only assume was his new designated chambers, with man-in-waiting Paul Strickland.

"Please, call me Carlos," Carlos found himself practically pleading. "Everything's just so-it changed so fast-" He cuts himself off, shaking his head, catching the silken fabric of his sleeve in his hand and rubbing it between his fingers.

"I imagine this to be overwhelming," Paul spoke softly, smiling kindly at Carlos.

"It truly is," Carlos sighed, perching on the edge of the ornate desk chair before quickly leaping up, frantically looking down at his trousers to make sure he hadn't creased them.

"You can sit, I promise any wrinkles in your outfit can be fixed before the dinner," Paul assured him, and Carlos gratefully sank back down on the chair.

"Thank you," Carlos sighed again, fidgeting with the fabric of his sleeve, returning to rubbing it between his fingers.

"He does that same gesture," Paul chuckled, gesturing to Carlos' hands.

"What is he like?" Carlos asked, seizing on the opportunity. "Prince TK."

"I think it best you discover that yourself," Paul said gently, straightening out the rest of the garments he had been tending to.

"Of course, my apologies," Carlos said instantly, cheeks turning red. He rested his head in his hands. "I must admit that I have no idea what the proper protocol is for this situation I find myself in."

"He is a good man." Paul spoke softly but reassuringly, running a brush over the pair of shoes that had been selected for Carlos to wear that evening. "I can tell you that. He has always been kind to all of us here in the castle, and to our families, and to his subjects."

"I am glad to know that, my gratitude." Carlos looked up at Paul. "Thank you for your conversation. It...it feels very nice to feel like I know someone here."

"I am glad to help," Paul smiled, as Carlos slid his feet into the shoes. "Many of us here know the difficulty of leaving our families, but I hope you will find, like we have, that we make a family here at this castle as well."

After assisting Carlos, Paul entered TK's chambers. The king had requested, as a personal favor, that Paul look after Carlos as well as the prince for the time being. Paul had immediately acquiesced, his role in the castle one of affection as well as responsibility. His mother and the queen had been childhood friends growing up on neighboring estates, and they had remained in touch. It was an honor for Paul to be selected as the prince's man-in-waiting, a role reserved for a man of high status and noble lineage.

At this point in their lives, while Paul of course continued to assist TK in any and all royal matters, he was also a friend and confidant for the prince. And so he found himself in a familar way, sitting in TK's desk chair, watching as the young royal paced back and forth across the floor, fingers twitching around the fabric of his blue silken sleeve.

"I did not ask for this," TK groaned, rubbing his hands over his face.

"Your father and mother seemed to think it was a good idea," Paul commented, and TK let out a deep sigh, perching on the very edge of his bed, index and middle finger tapping a disjointed rhythm out on his knee.

"I know they are concerned about me," TK admitted softly, head dropping. "I know the havoc Prince Alex brought about was more than they thought I could bear, and they were almost correct."

"Your sadness was palpable," Paul said gently. "We all wish you to be happy again."

"But marriage with a stranger does not seem like the way to happiness," TK said despondently, his fingers tapping faster, his foot now joining in the nervous movement.  Paul crossed over to stand by the bed, and rested a gentle hand on TK's shoulder.

"He is kind," Paul proffered, and TK raised his head, eyes showing a glimmer of hopefulness. "He told me to call him by his first name, showed me respect, apologized for slights he had not even performed. He longs for his family but is resolute in doing right by them. And despite the circumstances, he wishes to know about you." Pointing to TK's sleeve, Paul chuckled. "He even wears the ends of his sleeves bare with anxious rubbing just as you do."

"He is nervous as well?" TK questioned in surprise. "But he seemed so full of confidence during the tournament."

"He is a knight," Paul reminded the prince. "He knows how to fight. But this-" Paul gestured towards the room, to the castle beyond the chamber door. "This is not something he finds easy to understand. It is strange to him, and you are still a stranger." He patted TK on the shoulder before bending down to retrieve TK's discarded pair of shoes. "Perhaps it would be kindness for the both of you if you went through this confusion together."

"Perhaps," TK murmured, not registering that the frantic tapping of his fingers had slowed to a barely perceptible twitch.

"Sir Carlos Reyes, newly-bethrothed of Prince TK Strand," a formal voice called out as Carlos entered the enormous banquet hall, and for a moment Carlos was frozen in absolute panic as what felt like hundreds of pairs of eyes turned to him.

The next moment TK was next to him, the same voice bellowing out "His Highness, Prince TK Strand."

"Just stay beside me," TK murmured under his breath, offering Carlos his arm and a small smile. Nodding, Carlos looped his arm through TK's, echoing back a small smile of his own.

"Thank you," Carlos whispered gratefully as he let TK guide them along their procession to the massive table, taking their places next to the king and queen.

"You fought very well today," Owen spoke, inclining his head in Carlos' direction, and Carlos found himself barely able to force down the sip of wine instead of choking in surprise.

"My thanks, Your Highness," Carlos managed to eke out, and he could hear TK laughing softly beside him. Turning to meet TK's eyes, Carlos couldn't help but smile back as TK's eyes twinkled mischeviously.

"Father, give him a moment to collect himself," TK chided jokingly, and Owen chuckled, nodding his head in acquiescence.

"May I ask where he acquired such skills, or is that also an offense, dear son of mine?" Owen asked, his formal tone from the tournament now changed to one light and teasing, drawing another laugh from TK.

"My father taught me," Carlos responded, unable to keep a smile from gracing his face at just the thought of his family. "He carried dreams of my becoming a knight just as he did." "He must be very proud," Owen said, lifting his goblet in Carlos' direction.

"Thank you, Your Highness," Carlos answered gratefully, raising his goblet in return.

"We shall need to build up to you calling me something more informal, particularly as you are to marry my son," Owen said kindly, and Carlos felt TK stiffen slightly. Taking another sip of wine, Carlos returned his gaze to TK, who had no goblet before him.

"Are you in need of wine?" Carlos asked, and TK shook his head.

"I do not partake any longer," TK mumbled, and while he did not elaborate, Carlos could still see the pain in his eyes. Carlos simply nodded, but did not take another sip, instead discreetly shifting his wine glass out of sight.

As the elaborate meal progressed, toasts were made (Carlos followed TK's example, and nodded graciously instead of raising a goblet in return), and platter after platter of delicious and hearty fare were laid in front of Carlos and TK. Carlos focused on the food in an attempt to forget how many important personages continued to fix their gaze upon him. He responded politely to the repetitive queries made of him, reiterating his lineage and his path to knighthood more times than he could count.

Eventually, Owen and Gwyneth rose from their chairs, and the gathered crowd followed them into the ballroom. As the music struck up, Owen led Gwyneth into the beginning steps of the dance. "Would you feel comfortable joining the dance?" TK asked softly as he resumed his position at Carlos' side. "I do not wish to compel you to do anything you do not wish to."

"That is very considerate of you, your highness," Carlos said softly, performing a low bow.. "A dance would be my honor." Carlos could feel his  heart racing as he extended a hand to TK, who took it in his own. Carlos could feel a rapid fluttering where his own fingers brushed against TK's wrist. Entering the dance, he placed his other hand on the curve of TK's waist, and they slid into the steps.

"TK," TK murmured, just loud enough for Carlos. "If we are to be wed...I would wish us to be more informal with each other." Raising his head, he met Carlos' gaze, cheeks tinted pink. "If you are amenable."

"I am amenable," Carlos responded, heart seeming to tremble in his chest. "Carlos, then."

"Carlos." TK smiled softly, nodding his head. "Thank you."

As the dance ended, TK led Carlos to a quieter section of the ballroom, farther from the musicians. "Would you-" TK began, but the words caught in his throat as he saw Carlos suddenly double over, hands clutching at his stomach, a moan of pain slipping past his trembling lips. Carlos' legs began to give out, but TK reached for him, catching him and gently lowering him to the ground.

"Carlos?" TK asked frantically, hands hurriedly running along Carlos' stomach and sides, searching for some sign of an undiscovered injury, but finding none. He met Carlos' terrified gaze, eyes widing in pain, and TK instinctively grabbed Carlos' fingers between his own, rubbing the back of his bethrothed's hands soothingly as his mind raced with fear.

"Tommy!" TK screamed out, ignoring the guests who had roamed over to see the unexpected dramatics. "Tommy, Nancy, we need a healer!"

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[lire-casander]

i was tagged by @moviegeek03 @morganaspendragonss @manesalex @reyescarlos @bellakitse @buckleymanes @eveningspirit @echo-bleu and probably someone else, but since i suck at life in general i can’t remember. thank you all for the tag!

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

so, i have tons of WIPs and most of them aren’t even an idea yet, but i’m doing this to make myself accountable for everything i want to write. jsyk, these are spread in my gdocs in different folders, and some of them i won’t be starting working on until may/june. anyway, feel free to hit me up with your questions!

bthb – tarlos + verbal abuse + ansgty prompts

bthb – 04. isolation + malex

bthb – voice breaking + alex manes/malex

bthb – touch starved + malex

bthb – abandonment/neglect + malex

gthb – forehead kisses

gthb – wearing the other’s clothes + judd/grace

gthb – talking in your sleep + judd/grace

gthb – neighbors au + tarlos

gthb – weekend getaway + tarlos

gthb – ferris Wheel date momento + tarlos

day 6 – April 10th + tarlos

day 7 – April 11th + tarlos

malex remix – April 26th

302 rosabel for serena

tk showing carlos off to his friends in nyc

sequel to pondrás mi vida donde debe estar + tarlos

post s2 – malex – alex singing to michael

sequel to feel these slices and cuts + malex

4th chapter to sometimes your first scars don’t ever fade away – 02. sacrifices + goodbyes + malex

#1 – April 16th + tarlos

#2 – April 17th + tarlos

#3 – April 18th + tarlos

day 1: 19 April 2021 + rnm

day 2: 20 April 2021 + rnm

day 3: 21 April 2021 + rnm

day 4: 22 April 2021 + rnm

day 5: 23 April 2021 + rnm

day 6: 24 April 2021 + rnm

day 7: 25 April 2021 + rnm

sequel to only have my heart to spend

5+1 malex dates

#1 – June 4th + rnm

#2 – June 5th + rnm

#3 – June 6th + rnm

34 + fluff + tarlos

39 + tarlos + hurt/comfort

malex + a breathy demand

25 + fluffy + 911ls

2 + tarlos + hurt/comfort

1 + tarlos

you will be found

temporary love

every word i say

love like this

dynamite

can’t help falling in love

all of me

collide

can i be him

never stop

the mess i made

wildfire

home

save me

welcome to wherever you are

i want us

alice

beg, steal, borrow

endlessly

in a world like this

i don’t think i know enough people who haven’t done this yet to tag with so many WIPs, so please feel free to do it if you want to and say i tagged you! anyway i’m tagging @meloingly @mansikkaomenabanaani @laelipoo @immortalstrand @trkstrnd @silvarafael @marjansmarwani @djdangerlove

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