#wiltytoit

[thebumblecee]

WIP Wednesday (even though it’s Thursday here)

I was tagged by @paperstorm thank you 🫶🏻

He’s tired all of a sudden. Tired of TK’s inability to communicate and tired of feeling like the bad guy without knowing what he can do to make it better. Tired of feeling this sense of rage building inside of him, spiralling any control he has left into nothing but a memory. “Then why come here? You clearly care enough to want to make sure I’m not fucking someone else but you don’t care enough to tell me why you’ve come here after midnight?”

Fuck, they’ve had an echo of this fight before but the other way around. You invited me here after midnight, dude.

Except this time TK invited himself over and yet it’s still Carlos’ fault.

There’s a dark look on TK’s face, cruelty that covers hurt, and he smirks nastily. “What else do people come over after midnight for?” He looks Carlos up and down openly and it stings to be objectified in that way as a weapon in TK’s arsenal.

He’s trying to rile him and it’s working. Carlos finds himself rising to the bait despite himself. God knows he wants to give in and pretend that TK is here for him and not to get his frustration out. The things he would do to take him to bed again.

“Yeah?” He counters, he can’t let TK win this because one word from him and Carlos knows he’ll break and give him what he wants. He has never been able to say no to him. “Is that what you’re here for TK? To get fucked fast and dirty like the night we met, huh?”

TK bristles, not excepting to be called out on his shit.

Sorry I never have anything happy lmao

No pressure tags: @chaotictarlos @spikewritesstuff @cowlos-reyes @mooshkat @detective-giggles

[thebumblecee]

WIP WEDNESDAY

I was tagged by the lovely @chaotictarlos thank you honey

“Hey, Officer Reyes.” Tommy says kindly when he stalks over.

“Captain Vega,” he greets. He pointedly nods to TK and Nancy as their only greeting. “He ready to speak to?”

“Lawyer.” The drunk asshole slurs, “not without a lawyer.”

He sees a flash of red but contains it enough to spit out, “it better be a hell of a lawyer because he was only nineteen.” He takes a step closer to the car and he only realises he does it when the driver flinches. He sees Tommy take a step along side him with a worried look on her face. He doesn’t get how they aren’t furious, bring dragged out here to work on some piece of scum like this.

Nineteen years old and your life is taken away by an over pompous banker in a Rolex who thinks he’s above the law. In Texas he just might be which makes Carlos angrier.

The driver has the audacity to snort and Carlos clenches his hand into a fist by his side. He isn’t usually so ill-tempered but he can’t control anything right now, his grasp on himself is like water running through his fingers.

There’s a hand on his arm. It’s fleeting but it’s there enough time to squeeze his forearm. Carlos can follow it along to TK who looks at him concerned. He releases his grip and Carlos shakes off the feeling of being hit by lightening.

“Sir, step out of the vehicle.”

“Lawyer.” He says again with a drunken jab of his finger in Carlos’ direction. He hears Tommy calling her team back, now medical care is over and he’s deemed fine they can retreat to the next job. He can’t get TK’s face out of mind, he looks almost like he cared. It’s petrol on the flames of Carlos’ anger.

“Sir, get out the vehicle or I’ll drag you out.”

No pressure tags for: @spikewritesstuff @mooshkat @cowlos-reyes @detective-giggles @wtfuckevenknows @paperstorm

[thebumblecee]

Seven sentence Sunday!

Thank you for the tag @chaotictarlos 😘

You’ve all seen a lot of this one you can probably piece it together by now but I’m horrible at the whole secret thing. It’s also not 7 lines lmao

The glove is weighted but not spiked. The first strike on his ass makes him jolt forward, his hands slipping on the material of the sofa. He realigns his position as quickly as possible but Carlos obviously notices. “If you can’t hold a simple position I can bend you over a table to make it easier?”

TK grits his teeth in seething annoyance. He’s not some wide-eyed amateur who wandered into Torture Garden by accident. “I can hold my position, sir.” He says through clenched teeth. “It won’t happen again.”

“Count.”

He hits him again and this time TK is more prepared. It stings even through his boxers. There’s a bite to the leather and the thin weights are not distributing the impact evenly causing it to localise the stinging. “Two.”

On five Carlos asks him a question. “Why are you being punished?”

No pressure tags: @mooshkat @cowlos-reyes @spikewritesstuff @wtfuckevenknows @detective-giggles

[thebumblecee]

One sentence Friday

I got tagged by the lovely @paperstorm and @chaotictarlos thanks my loves 🫶🏻

Rules: tag the sentence you have been most proud of this week, whether it’s from a WIP or a posted fic.

He clicks accept call. “Is something wrong?” He used to answer the phone to TK with hi baby.

I actually stuck to the one sentence thing almost.

Tagging: @spikewritesstuff @mooshkat @cowlos-reyes ❤️

[thebumblecee]

One Sentence (ish) Friday

I was tagged by @chaotictarlos ❤️

It’s most likely for the best. Carlos nods. He looks down at the mug between his hands, there’s a few stray tea leaves floating on the top because TK never double strains. He’s always been too impatient. They make Carlos’ chest feel hollow.

Tagging: @spikewritesstuff

[thebumblecee]

Just in case we’re not hurting enough, here’s a peak at something I’m working on since it’s Wednesday:

He spins on his heels and heads for the exit. He doesn’t want to see if Carlos is here with someone. He doesn’t want Carlos to know he’s here alone either. It’s a pride thing.

The air is as sticky outside as it is in the club. Fucking Texas humidity.

He leans against the wall and tries to calm himself down. He hates this and he hates that he did it to himself.

He swears under his breath when Carlos follows him outside. He’s been avoiding him nicely until now. He looks him up at him and with as much vitriol he can muster he asks. “How can I help you, officer?”

Carlos rolls his eyes not taking the bait. “I want to see how you are? You haven’t been answering my calls.”

TK clenches his jaw. He didn’t block Carlos’ number but he thought about it. He didn’t because seeing his name flash up on the screen every time was a punishment, it gave him a painful jolt that was too addictive to give up.

“There was a reason for that, I didn’t want to talk to you.” TK says quietly. He knows Carlos hears him because he sees him flinch.

“I’m not trying to corner you, TK, but I’m so confused about everything.” It’s too vulnerable out of Carlos’ mouth and TK can’t take it right now. He has a right to be confused and upset, TK never explained himself when he cut off all contact.

“And yet, you’ve cornered me.” He replies, he can feel a complex bubble of emotions rising within him which he doesn’t want to deal with. He quells it down by focussing on anger, “so are you happy now, you can see how I am? Fine and enjoying a fun night out.”

Fun might be pushing it. The itch inside of him growing stronger with each passing moment driving him to madness.

“Are you alone here?”

“Is that your business?”

[thebumblecee]

Cee, sorry about the horrors (stomachache). Which WIP are you most excited to finish?

Hiiii, thank you the horrors are unceasing!

I’m quite excited to finish Just Like Heaven because it’s giving me plot troubles I didn’t anticipate before I started, so not for a good reason.

The one I’m most excited to share with everyone is my break up era one, but it’s only about 5% actually written and the rest is notes, plans, scraps, no context scenes, but I think it might hit two audiences (angst lovers and kink lovers) so yeah that. It’s called when I’m like this you’re the one I trust here’s a bit of it:

“What are you doing here?” Carlos asks when enough time passes between them it’s becoming awkward. He expected TK to say something but he just stood there like he was in a daydream. The question knocks him out of it.

There’s a breeze coming from the corridor and it’s remind Carlos how naked it actually is.he suppresses a shiver. There’s a selfish victory when he catches TK looking at his chest before darting his eyes away.

“Don’t you want me here?” He demands and it sets Carlos’ teeth on edge. That’s the tone of voice he used during play when he wanted to be punished and Carlos fights down the reflex to counter it with a command. How did their lives get so fucking complicated? He won’t let TK pass the blame if this goes badly onto him.

“Why now?”

“Are you fucking someone else?” TK demands ignoring the question he’s presented with. Carlos wants to scoff at the audacity of him turning up out of turn blue after been gone for weeks to ask that. TK is peering behind him into the loft and he looks uneasy that there’s someone else there. “I should go.”

“There’s no one here. I was in the shower.” Carlos tells him hurriedly, he doesn’t want to lose whatever chance this is by letting TK bolt. “There hasn’t been anyone.”

That inexplicably seems to piss TK off more.

It’s been quite challenging for me but I’m actually enjoying writing it, which is nice. I’ll be excited to see what other people think when it’s finished!

[thebumblecee]

I’m not really into explicit fics, but I love the ice storm saga and anything related so I decided to read your new fic and I’m glad I did! It was really interesting to see them try to figure out how to navigate that situation and it was a great dramatic touch for the conversation to start as the snow began to fall.

Hiii, thank you so much for sending me this 🥰

Thank you for trying it out when it’s not your usual thing, I’m glad it worked out for you - but please remember to keep yourself safe!!!

I agree there’s something so seductive about the break up era 💔

[thebumblecee]

9, 11, 15

Hello sweetie,

Once again I’m just doing WILTYTOIT because I’ve been consumed with it for the past few days.

9. What is your favourite dialogue you’ve written so far?

I love pain

There’s some pretty big conversations our boys have in this I really enjoyed writing but I love a sharp punch to the feels like this one:

“I-” love you, please stay, Carlos clears his throat, “I’ll call you an Uber.”

“Right.” TK says again, “thanks.”

11. What scene are you most hyped for?

I’ve written almost the entire thing except the last “big” conversation that needs worked and I’m quite hyped to write that. It’s going to be my spin on the reasons for the break up and I’m fairly enjoying bending canon to fit my whims.

15. In as vague terms as possible (to avoid spoiling), how do you anticipate this fic to end?

❤️‍🔥🧊I think you’re all going to hate me….

Thanks for asking T!!!

[thebumblecee]

7 for the wip game ♡

7. What is your favourite scene you’ve written so far?

Hi Moosh 💙 thanks for asking and letting me ramble

In the context of my current WIP When I’m like this you’re the one I trust it’s funny because I actually like a lot of what I’ve written for it, which doesn’t usually happen to me. I don’t mean to sound all woe is me but I do have bad imposter syndrome so to actually enjoy large chunks of this fic is a new feeling.

My favourite scene (without spoilering too much of you want to read the full thing) involves TK offering Carlos some much needed after care.

Here’s a little bit of it.

“I made tea.” TK’s soft voice says. Carlos snaps his eyes to the kitchen where TK is standing holding a mug between two hands. He’s fully dressed and looks a little unsure. “Camomile. It’s all I could find.”

“Thank you,” Carlos croaks. His voice is rough from choked back tears. It’s old loose-leaf tea his mama brought around for them because she knew TK loves it, Carlos didn’t have the heart to tell her they broke up that day so he played along. He feels like he’s been playing along with his life for weeks now. “You didn’t-”

“If you’re about to tell me I didn’t have to stay, I’ll pour this down the drain.” TK threatens but his heart isn’t in it. He’s looking at Carlos with concern as if he’s an animal with an injured wing that’s going to bite at him. Carlos hates that look. Hates he’s the reason for that look.

[thebumblecee]

Happy Saturday lovelies 😘

TK’s eyes dart around the loft like he’s an animal that’s been cornered and looking for a way out. He put himself into this position by coming here unannounced, not Carlos. It occurs to Carlos then that TK has never seen the loft since he started decorating it. He watches TK’s scrutiny pass over every piece of art on the walls and he feels exposed and vulnerable. This was to be their home and even after everything he wants TK to like it.

The silence between them stretches uncomfortably long and he can’t stand it anymore. “Why did you come here, TK?”