#writing is a lonely game

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Writing fanfic these days is like playing a game nobody wants to participate in, while everyone flocks to the cool kids, ie fanartists.

I love fanart. I do. But I spend at least the same amount of time and care to write stories about the characters we love, and get practically nothing for it.

No matter how excited I get about my fic, no one really engages with me. No one goes feral over my ideas (that I know), or rush to read the next chapter, or leave unhinged comments.

It's like nobody cares. Nobody wants to include fic writers in the community anymore.

Someone told me on here "you are your own fandom" and that's like... If that's how people feel these days, I may as well quit writing altogether.

Go gush over your favourite fan artist. Forget the fic writers.

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Speaking as a writer on ao3: COMMENTS ARE NEVER BOTHERING THE WRITER. You'd have to leave a mean, thoughtless, rude comment first, and then we can talk about bothering the writer. ❤️❤️❤️ Seeing the same username come back chapter after chapter is one of the most rewarding things about fanfic writing. And getting to chat with the readers!! I love it when someone has theories on what's going on, or what's coming next, and it doesn't happen nearly often enough in my humble opinion.

So bottom line? Feed your fanfic writers. Be fans right along with them. Boost their fragile egos 😘 And don't just leave it at hits and kudos. Even a dump truck of heart emojis gets the point across and might just make someone believe in their story and/or themselves again.

I'm reading a fic on ao3 right now and I'm realizing how fun it actually is leaving comments! Like, after I got over the feeling of being nervous about bothering the author with a lot of comments, I found that it was fun to comment on all the little things I loved about the chapter. Having a conversation with the writer is a lot of fun too!

[strandnreyes]

"I quit the team."

Carlos yanks TK through the doorway of his Dallas apartment. His shellshock over TK being here is wiped away in an instant, replaced by disbelief over the words that just left his boyfriend's mouth.

"You— what?"

Carlos is about to turn around and march through his home to turn on any news outlet or check his phone. One of hockey's biggest stars just up and left? Oh god, what is going on?

TK's hand curls around his wrist and stops him. TK doesn't look panicked or scared. He looks... happy. Happier than he's been in a long time.

"I quit," he repeats. "Obviously I can't just move in here tomorrow, there are things I still have to do in Montreal, but... I needed to tell you in person."

Carlos still can't wrap his head around the fact that his NHL star boyfriend left the world of hockey. "But... you love playing."

TK shrugs his shoulders as he wanders farther into the apartment. "Eh, my team sucked. Besides, I'm kind of looking forward to being a HAB of the Cowboy's starting quarterback."

"We also suck," Carlos points because it's easier than talking about the real parts of this conversation.

"It's a rebuilding year," TK counters. He stops in Carlos' living room and perches on the armrest of the couch. "I do love hockey, but I don't love playing professionally. What I do love, is you."

The air rushes out of Carlos' lungs as he finally begins to come to terms with this. They could be here, in the same city—the same country—for good. No more long distance and stolen moments. It's everything he's dreamed of since he fell in love with TK in high school.

"When can you move in?"

[emsprovisions]

I know I am being greedy here but,

3. I can't seem to take neither my eyes, nor my mind off of you, TK

8. being ur partner's mum's favorite.

from romance prompt please.

From this list of writing prompts that I am no longer accepting. Hello anon! Someone else has also asked for no. 3 so I will answer theirs :)

being ur partner's mum's favorite.

Carlos sits on the couch, his ankle crossed over his opposite knee and a beer in his hand as he watches his husband playing firefighter with action figures and a toy fire engine with their young sobrinos on the floor. They keep pausing because they want to hear TK’s stories from his firefighter days, since apparently–according to Six-and-eight-year-old Diego and Juliana–paramedics aren’t as cool. They giggle as TK keeps playfully correcting their terminology of the ladder truck and exactly how many inches of line they should start and Carlos’s heart just swells. 

“Ay, TK?” Carlos’s mom pops her head in from the backdoor, “Are you in here, mijo?”

“What do you need, Ma?” Carlos sits up, uncrossing his legs and making to get up.

“Oh, no, you stay right there, Carlitos. I need TK’s expertise.”

“It’s fine, babe, I could do with stretching my legs anyway,” TK smiles up at Carlos. He gets up, much to Diego and Juliana’s dismay, and promises he’ll be back. He purposely walks around the couch so he can pass Carlos, stooping to kiss the top of his head as he does so. 

After TK disappears, Carlos is left alone with his sobrinos, and they coax him into playing firefighter with him instead. But Tío TK does it better than Tío Carlos, evidently. 

When TK’s been gone for too long, and Carlos’s brother-in-law wanders in to check on his kids, Carlos stands up. 

“Have you seen TK?” He asks Ricardo as he approaches. 

“He’s out on the back porch,” Ricardo says, almost bitterly. “With your mom, and Tía Lucy, and my wife.”

“Uh, thanks,” Carlos says, looking at Ricky apprehensively before excusing himself in search of his husband. 

TK’s got a glass of sweet tea in his hand, slapping his knee, while Ana clings to his arm, gasping for breath. 

“No way!” She laughs. “Tonterías! That did not happen.”

“It did,” TK nods. “I swear it on my mother’s grave.”

TK looks up as the screen door swings shut and sees Carlos step out before anyone else. 

“Hey, baby!” TK calls. “Come join us.”

Carlos lingers by the door, watching TK fit in with his family so seamlessly. They’ve been married for nearly a year now, but sometimes it still surprises him that he has this. He not only gets to be himself, he gets to be himself around his family, and they are all enamored with TK, too. 

TK’s smiling at him, patting the empty seat beside him and Carlos smiles and slides onto the long bench beside his husband, an arm going around his shoulder and TK’s hand falling into place on top of his knee. 

“What did I interrupt?” Carlos asks. 

“Oh, I was just telling everyone about that call we got the other day, where the neighbors were having a domestic dispute and one of them threw pickle juice all over my patient and it turned out she’s allergic to pickles,” TK grins, catching Carlos up on the story. “Ana here doesn’t believe that we get calls as ridiculous as that all the time.”

“That’s because that’s impossible!” Ana scoffs. “Who’s allergic to pickles??”

“My patient, evidently,” TK smirks at her. 

Carlos laughs, “There’s a lot of stupid people in this world, Ana. You would not believe the absurdity of some of the calls I used to get under APD.”

“Babe, you get ridiculous cases now too,” TK reminds him. 

“Cuéntanos más de tus historias, TK.”

TK smiles warmly at Tía Lucy over in her blue adirondack chair in the deck before looking up to Carlos for help. 

“Tía wants to hear more of your stories,” Carlos tells him, looking up at his great aunt and the delight on her face. She can’t speak English, but she can mostly understand it, and joy and humor are universal languages anyways. 

TK launches into more funny stories from different calls before Ricardo comes outside with a screaming Diego, and it’s time for Ana to go home. 

Andrea takes TK inside and Carlos is tasked with helping Tía Lucy inside and to her chair in her room. 

“You have a sweet young man, Carlitos,” she tells him in Spanish. “Muy guapo y divertido.”

It’s not the first time she’s commented on TK. Honestly, Tía Lucy always fawns over Carlos’s husband to the point Carlos wonders if she doesn’t have some schoolgirl type crush on him. Carlos has no idea how TK charms everyone that comes into his orbit, he’s just happy he’s the lucky guy TK vowed forever with. 

“I think so too, Tía,” Carlos responds in Spanish, winking at her. 

They chat for a while longer before Tía Lucy says she’s tired. Carlos kisses her cheek and wishes her a goodnight. He wanders back out into the main room to find TK and his mom chatting in hushed voices on the couch. TK has his hand on Andrea’s arm, rubbing his thumb back and forth over her skin. She pulls him into a tight hug, then kisses his cheek and whispers something into his ear.

Carlos watches the scene unfold, feeling a little bad for interrupting. But before he can duck into the kitchen unnoticed, his mom catches sight of him. 

“Oh, Carlitos!” She pulls away from TK and wipes delicately at the skin beneath her eyes. 

“Hi, Mamá. Everything okay?” Carlos asks, coming nearer to them.

“We’re okay,” TK reassures. His eyes are a bit shiny too. He reaches out for Carlos’s hand and Carlos comes close enough to give it to him.

Neither of them offer up any hint of what their conversation was about, but Andrea stands up and gives Carlos a warm and tight hug. And even though he’s almost twice her size, he still folds easily into his mother’s arms. 

It’s not until they’re in the car, driving down the 35, the darkness of the night stretching all around them and Carlos’s hand extended over the console on TK’s thigh, does Carlos find the bravery to ask what that was about.

TK plays with Carlos’s fingers with both hands and says in a quiet voice, “She was talking to me about being a Ranger’s spouse…”

Carlos glances over at TK. It’s hard to get a read on him as they pass through swathes of light from oncoming headlights and the rare street light. 

“Oh?”

TK shakes his head, “You’ve been in law enforcement the entire time we’ve been together, baby, it’s not like her advice was anything I haven’t already worried about before.”

“What did she say?” Carlos asks, his anxiety spiking and suddenly wishing he’d saved this conversation for home so he could see TK better. 

TK’s fingers keep brushing over his knuckles. “She just wanted me to know you could be in danger sometimes, which again, isn’t really new. But she also wanted me to know if I ever need to talk to someone about what I’ll go through as your husband, I could talk to her.”

Carlos glances over again, softening a bit at his mom offering that to TK. “What do you think about that?”

“I think it’s nice.” Carlos can hear the smile in TK’s voice. “I love your mom, and I love that she would want to be there to help me support you.”

“Buuut…?”

“No but’s,” TK says, shaking his head. “She says we’re a strong couple, and sees how much we love each other. She thinks we can handle anything.”

“She’s not the only one,” Carlos smiles, squeezing TK’s thigh. 

“No,” TK smiles. “She’s not the only one. She told me the best thing I can do for you is love you, and remind you you’re never alone in life, and remind you to take care of yourself and put work away when you’re home.” 

Carlos turns his palm up and TK gives him his hand, lacing their fingers together. He takes it a step further by cradling Carlos’s arm and tilting sideways to lean against Carlos’s bicep. 

“You do a good job of making sure I’m taken care of, baby,” Carlos says softly as he takes their exit for home. 

“You’re worth it,” TK says simply, turning his face to kiss Carlos’s shoulder. 

“You know my family’s enamored with you, right?” Carlos smiles.

TK laughs and teases, “Are you jealous Tía Lucy dotes on me now more than you?”

“No,” Carlos says, his voice light. “I love seeing you with our family. It makes me happy.”

TK snuggles up against Carlos’s arm even more in the passenger seat and Carlos tells him he better not fall asleep when they’re five minutes from home. He feels TK’s smile against his arm, and fondness for his husband impossibly grows. 

TK sure does know how to steal a Reyes’s heart.

[rmd-writes]

A series of multifandom prompt fills aimed at breaking my writer’s block.

A Christmas Mix Up Tarlos | T | 952 words

easy like (any) morning firstprince | M | 836 words

kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Tarlos | T | 520 words

floating around in ecstasy firstprince | M | 762 words

green is the colour of the grass Tarlos | M | 1,522 words

for the prompt: two strangers stuck in an elevator or and “are you wearing my clothes?”

TK waits until he can hear the water running and quickly locates his underwear and jeans on the floor and slips them on. He can’t find his shirt.

Carlos – he’s pretty sure that the dude’s name was Carlos; TK wasn’t really listening, far more interested in the way Carlos rolled his hips in time to the thumping bass and whether he might get to see what those plump, pink lips might feel like against his own – was really hot, and an excellent fuck, but he seemed like the kind of guy who’d invite TK to spend the night and then make breakfast for him in the morning, and TK’s not interested in that.

read on ao3

find the whole series here

[theghostofashton]

thank you @carlos-in-glasses for coming up with this game/tagging me, and @heartstringsduet @herefortarlos @alrightbuckaroo @carlossreaders

@reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @whatsintheboxmh @henrygrass @dear-viv for the tags as well <3

should have asked you how to be

otherwise known as the grief group au, coming very soon!

gonna leave an open tag for anyone that wants to share a moodboard of their own :)

[rangersoup]

This is my mood board for my new and entirely self-indulgent wip about Carlos being good with horses, tentatively titled “Turn and Burn”

@annoyingcloudearthquake @carlos-in-glasses @thisbuildinghasfeelings @herefortarlos and @futures-tense thank you all for the tagging me in this mood board tag game!!

The rules: Either: choose one of your published fics (or a WIP if you'd prefer), create a moodboard for it and share it along with a snippet. Or: Create a moodboard for your fave episode of the show, fave character, or a fic someone else has written that you love, and share it with some sentences about why it's a fave! (And tag people!)

Here’s a little snippet:

“Did you have fun?” Carlos asks, sidling up behind TK and tucking his chin onto his shoulder as they walk back towards the barn after releasing Luna back out into the pasture with the rest of the herd. Jonah is ahead of them doddling and kicking the ground, clearly getting a great amount of joy out of the little clouds of dust it makes.

“I did.” TK smiles, leaning his head against Carlos’s. “I really did. Thanks for making me actually get on.”

“See,” Carlos sings, a little smugly. “I told you, you’d thank me.”

“Shut up,” TK says and playfully pushes his face away.

Carlos stumbles away dramatically before leaning back into TK and wrapping his arm around his shoulders. “Just wait til we start going on trail rides. Then you’ll really be thanking me.”

“Whatever you say, babe,” TK says, and stops walking to admire a red colored horse grazing near the fence. She’s alone aside from a small donkey munching away contently next to her. “That one is pretty.”

Carlos peaks over his shoulder to see which horse TK is talking about.

“Who? The donkey? He’s nothing special.”

“No, the horse, stupid,” TK teases.

“Oh,” Carlos says, seeming to lose his train of thought for a second, before looking back to TK with a cheeky grin on his face. “Don’t be jealous, but she’s the only girl I’ve ever fallen for.”

“You’re ridiculous,” TK snorts.

“I told you not to be jealous.”

TK rolls his eyes before looking back at the horse. “What’s her name?”

“Bat Outta Hell,” Carlos says. “But we all just call her Roja.”

The horse lifts her head as he says this, as if being summoned at the sound of her name or maybe the sound of Carlos’s voice. She looks at them, ears pricked forward, and swishes her tail before snorting and turning on her heels. She takes off at a gallop across the field, her donkey friend following suite. The sun catches her fiery red coat and seems to set it ablaze as she crests the top of the hill overlooking the ranch and disappears over the otherside, leaving behind a little cloud of dust in her wake.

“She was my horse,” Carlos says with a fond smile but his voice has a tinge of sadness in it. He lets his gaze linger as she vanishes from sight. He takes a moment before shrugging off whatever emotions had come over him, and takes TK’s hand in his. “We better catch up with Jonah before he takes off too.”

No pressure tagging: @nisbanisba @paperstorm @ironheartwriter @mrs-corrections-78 @reasonandfaithinharmony @hail-hawk-eye

[pavus]

share something sunday —

i was tagged by @impossible-rat-babies to share something i'm currently working on! this time, i actually have fic to share. i'm still torn on whether or not i'm going to post this little dascha x lucanis thing, but this is what i've most recently plucked out of my brain matter. i'm tagging @beresaad, @vorgoth, @camelliagwerm, @tethrras, @tactician, @fereldanwench, @leopardmuffinxo, @taamlok, @happilyobsessing, and whoever else is interested in sharing some of their work! no pressure, obviously!

Dascha whimpered. There were no more tears, no matter how many times her chest and belly seized up as if her body was not quite finished sobbing. She sniffled and rubbed her face on her bare forearms and curled over her crossed legs. The muscles in her back pulsed painfully from all of the crying, from all of the tension that had not yet left her. Every slow breath she took smelled faintly of the wild daffodils that grew between the trees outside of her childhood home. The Lighthouse was kind. She curled her arms around herself, a callused thumb brushing absently over the curve of her own shoulder in a comforting, repetetive motion. How long had it been since she'd been in someone's arms? Three years. How long had she been a Warden? Three years. How long had it been since her village had been swarmed with darkspawn? How long had it been since her face had been gouged open by a swipe of a shriek's claws and her blood blighted? How long had it been since she'd lied to the Wardens' face about her age in order for them to take her into their ranks? Three years. She felt like she was still there, sometimes. She felt like she was still cowering between her parents' bed and the one she shared with her brother in their tiny cottage, her mother's blood soaked through the hem of her dress and one of her two braids tattered and hanging limply against her shoulder. She felt the fear and the isolation and the loss as if the darkspawn blood was still warm on her tongue.

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was not tagged but I saw this and I wanna do it so I’m TAGGING MYSELF

1. How many works do you have an AO3? 23

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 191,481

3. What fandoms do you write for? 911 Lone Star!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Make Me Laugh 'till I Die, I Stand Beside You With Pride - Tarlos | 2k | 4x06 coda where TK and Carlos discuss TK’s unusually close relationship with Owen, and Carlos confesses he’s a little jealous of it 💛

getting past the wounds of love - Catan Crew + Judd & Grace; Tarlos | 5k | Early s1; Paul, Marjan & TK explore their new city; Carlos attends his first 126 hang; Paul hosts a listening party for a rare record he’s acquired

The Greatest Gift I’ve Found, The Sweetest Thing I’ve Known - Tarlos + Reyes Family | 7k | Nochebuena at the Reyes house. It's Tarlos's first Christmas as husbands, and the family's first without Gabriel.

TK Strand’s Sweet 16 (times 2) (minus 2) - Tarlos + Catan Crew + Reyes Family | 7k | TK 30th Birthday Fic!!! The extended Reyes family gathers to throw TK a blowout “surprise” party. [Contains what I’ve been told by several people is one of the best opening scenes to a fic ever 🤭]

Chain of Fools - Tarlos + Paul | 4k | Carlos and TK try handcuffs in the bedroom and they end up in an awkward position. [This is a crack fic!!]

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! Always! Always always always!!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don’t have any with angsty endings 😇

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think they are all pretty happy, but I’m going to go with love in a series of bursts & inches because it ends with this really beautiful and cathartic moment between Marjan and her parents, and when she goes to get in her car to drive home and process the day she just had, and how a lot of the assumptions she’s been making about what her parents think about the decisions she’s been making with her life have really been turned on their heads in the last several hours, the first thing she does is call TK and Carlos. Her chosen family, and that’s really the heart of this whole fic 💛

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I’ve never gotten any hate in comments or directly to my face, but there were a few people in the fandom who made it pretty clear they were mad that I included Iris in my Tarlos bachelor party fic All The Stars Are Closer But the feedback I got from folks who actually did read it was really lovely.

9. Do you write smut? Hehe yeah, sometimes!

10. Do you write crossovers? No

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I have never had anything straight up plagerized

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No! That would be kind of neat.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes!! A couple! For Lire with Love and Lots of Whump; a series of Carlos getting hurt in (mostly) ridiculous ways and being a terrible patient for TK & The Wonder of It with @carlos-in-glasses and @ladytessa74; this one follows TK and Carlos from the moment where Carlos starts wondering if maybe he’s ready to revisit the kids conversation through them adopting a little boy 🙂

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, humor, portraying platonic friendship as equally important to romantic love

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Umm plot? Haha. My stuff is very character driven!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I love writing in Spanish as much as the story will allow!

19. First fandom you wrote for? 911 Lone Star 😇

20. Favorite fics you've written?

Como Te Quiero Yo (how I love you) - Tarlos honeymoon fic (epilogue coming soon :))

love in a series of bursts & inches - follows TK & Marjan, Marjan & Carlos, Marjan & Paul through building their found family from their first year in ATX through present

getting past the wounds of love - see #2 above

All The Stars Are Closer - Tarlos bachelor party fic

Tagging @heartstringsduet @nisbanisba @carlos-in-glasses @fifthrideroftheapocalypse @bonheur-cafe @ironheartwriter @eclectic-sassycoweyes @emsprovisions @alrightbuckaroo @orchidscript @captain-gillian @tellmegoodbye @honeybee-taskforce @chicgeekgirl89 @literateowl @ladytessa74 @welcometololaland @basilsunrise @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @freneticfloetry @herefortarlos @filet-o-feelings @fallout-mars @kiwichaeng @tinyluminaryzombie @corsage @rmd-writes @paperstorm @reyesstrand @never-blooms @decafdino @certifiedflower @irispurpurea and OPEN TAG 🏷️

[nancys-braids]

thanks for the tags - @carlos-in-glasses @herefortarlos @carlossreaders @reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @whatsintheboxmh @pelorsdyke @everlastingday (you’re all queued 💕)

The rules: Either: choose one of your published fics (or a WIP if you'd prefer), create a moodboard for it and share it along with a snippet. Or: Create a moodboard for your fave episode of the show, fave character, or a fic someone else has written that you love, and share it with some sentences about why it's a fave! (And tag people!)

i chose my other half was you as it's my favorite i've written!! snippet and tags under the cut!

Shortly after, they pulled up to Nancy’s building.  “Oh, you don’t have to park or anything, you can just let me out here.”  Marjan rolled her eyes, “I know that I don’t have to. I want to. ”  Marjan parked her car across the street from the entrance and Nancy walked side by side with her. As they stood in the elevator, she thought about holding Marjan’s hand. About intertwining her fingers with hers, feeling the warmth shared between their palms. She had grabbed hers earlier, but that was a very different moment. This was just a mundane moment, taking the elevator to her fifth floor apartment. Just when she convinced herself it would be okay, the doors opened on the third floor and a couple she didn’t recognize walked on the elevator car, and there went her already dwindling confidence.  They stepped off the elevator as they arrived at her floor, and approached her door.  “This is me. I guess this is goodbye.” Nancy solemnly stated, they had only spent an hour together tonight but she cherished even a minute in Marjan’s presence. 

no pressure tags - @captain-gillian @your-catfish-friend @pimento-playing-hopscotch @paperstorm @sugdenlovesdingle @literateowl @welcometololaland @laelipoo @nisbanisba @tailoredshirt

[daffi-990]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✍️

Tagged by @diazsdimples @giddyupbuck and @wikiangela. Thank you lovelies mwah 😘

Have a little something from LA Lonely -> this is after the fun and orgasms of Buck and Eddie’s hook up. Still don’t know if I’m going to go full spice 🌶️ or just do a quick little run down of things.

Prev snippet & mood board here

Buck expects him to start pulling his clothes on and to give him the whole “this was fun, but I gotta bounce” speel, but Eddie surprises him by climbing back into bed and nudging Buck to roll onto his side so Eddie can scoot up behind him and hold him.

Buck freezes for a moment because no one does this. They have their fun and then they leave. They don’t stay and they definitely don’t cuddle.

Eddie must feel him go tense because his hold loosens and he moves as if he’s about to pull away. “Is this okay?”

Buck grabs at the arms that are wrapped around him, stopping Eddie’s descent. “Y-yeah. It’s-it’s okay.” He pulls at Eddie’s arms and the man settles back behind him, burrowing his face into the juncture where Buck’s neck meets his shoulder as he shuffles closer.

Soft kisses are pressed into his skin and Buck is helpless but to relax back into Eddie, letting the comfort and warmth of whatever is happening wrap around him.

“Stay?” He whispers, not sure if Eddie can hear him but not being brave enough to say it any louder. He feels like he’s asking too much.

A kiss behind his ear. “Okay.”

No pressure tagging: @hippolotamus @puppyboybuckley @exhuastedpigeon @spotsandsocks @devirnis @wikiangela @hoodie-buck @honestlydarkprincess @homerforsure @monsterrae1 @missmagooglie @mellaithwen @nmcggg @lover-of-mine @ladydorian05 @loserdiaz @bekkachaos @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @weewootruck @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @evanbegins @rewritetheending @rainbow-nerdss @captain-hen @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @glorious-spoon @fortheloveofbuddie @fiona-fififi @disasterbuckdiaz @thewolvesof1998 @try-set-me-on-fire @theotherbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings @tizniz @athenagranted @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @spagheddiediaz @sunshinediaz and as always, anyone else who wants to share something -> consider this your tag ☺️

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Feels like the moment I'm not updating regularly the kudos and comments stop 😆😅 Woe is me

[nisbanisba]

I still need to write my fic roundup post but. Give me a number between 2 and 20 and I’ll tell you one of the plotbunnies in my plotbunny doc 🐇 🐇🐇

(Here’s #1 for free)

Tk broken bone from doing something dumb at work with Mateo. Carlos is very worried and sad to see his baby hurting but also extremely amused. Buttercup is also very protective. mateo feels guilty and worried Carlos is mad at him

(Lmk if you have an idea for how TK would get hurt being dumb with Mateo)

Idk

Open tag to anyone who wants to request a bunny or share your own. plus no pressure tagging-

@rmd-writes @thisbuildinghasfeelings @bonheur-cafe @liminalmemories21 @strandnreyes

@everlastingday

@reyesstrand @sunshineacd @theghostofashton @ironheartwriter @emsprovisions

@carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @corsage @lemonlyman-dotcom

@ladytessa74 @three-drink-amy @butchreyes @decafdino @never-blooms

@sugdenlovesdingle @freneticfloetry @eclectic-sassycoweyes @herefortarlos

@alrightbuckaroo @tellmegoodbye @chicgeekgirl89 @lightningboltreader @captain-gillian

@paperstorm

@nancys-braids @pimento-playing-hopscotch @goodways @literateowl @carlos-tk @welcometololaland @henrygrass @rangersoup @annoyingcloudearthquake

[strandnreyes]

“Better than handcuffs, right?”

Carlos was insistent that he wouldn’t use his work cuffs on TK and while his concern for the safety of TK’s skin is sweet, TK doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of admitting that this is a good plan B. “I guess.”

Carlos grins and shakes his head. “You’re impossible.”

TK smirks, trying to press closer to his boyfriend as best he can when he’s tied to the headboard. “What are you going to do about it?”

Carlos’ eyes darken and he cups TK’s cheeks, letting his thumb pull TK’s bottom lip down slightly. “I—”

A knock from downstairs interrupts them and they both sport matching frowns.

“Ignore it.”

Carlos pulls back a little bit and the knock comes again. With a kiss to the corner of TK’s mouth, Carlos slips off the bed. “I’ll get rid of them. Stay right here.”

TK yanks on Carlos’ silk tie that’s wrapped around his wrists. “Don’t really have a choice!” he calls out to Carlos’ retreating frame.

Twenty minutes later, when a sheepish Carlos reenters the room mumbling something about how his mom wouldn’t take a hint, all TK can offer is a glare. Next time, he’s tying Carlos up.

[emsprovisions]

sulking to get attention from them and they get cuteness aggression over you if you’re feeling inspired :)

from these writing prompts! Though I am not currently accepting any more requests. Hi Jen :) this one was fun to write and I hope you enjoy <3

10. sulking to get attention from them and they get cuteness aggression over you

Carlos snaps his AirPods case shut before he climbs off the exercise bike, eyes tracking TK in the kitchen, as he has been for his whole workout. He runs a hand through his sweaty mop of curls and steps up to the open framing that separates the dining room and the kitchen, leaning against it as he watches his husband delicately braid challah on the island. 

TK notices the movement out of the corner of his eye and glances up with a smile.

“Hi babe.”

“Hi,” Carlos takes a step closer to kiss TK’s cheek on his route to the fridge for a bottle of water but TK stops him in his tracks. 

“Nope, do not come in here and schvitz all over my bread. Go take a shower first,” TK laughs, with a raised eyebrow, entirely too adorable for his own good. 

“I’m not allowed to get water?” Carlos raises an eyebrow of his own. 

“I’ll get it for you,” TK says, dusting off his dough and flour-covered hands on a kitchen towel before stepping up to the fridge to procure a blue, glass bottle of mineral water that he hands off to Carlos. “Now go shower.”

Carlos rolls his eyes and heads for the bathroom.

He emerges from the bathroom twenty minutes later, all clean and fresh from the shower. TK’s still in the kitchen, though he’s moved on from his bread–which Carlos can already smell baking in the oven–to start on lemon bars. Carlos walks up to the island and is completely ignored by his husband who’s too focused on his lemon bar crust.

“Hello,” Carlos says, leaning against the island on his elbows.

TK glances up from measuring flour with raised eyebrows. “Hi, baby.”

“Whatcha doing?” Carlos prods, leaning closer to TK across the island. 

TK doesn’t answer, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrates on measuring and leveling his ingredients. 

Carlos frowns. He rounds the island and sets his hands on TK’s hips, and tucks his chin against TK’s shoulder. He looks at the lemons on the countertop, and the crust TK’s working on in the mixing bowl. TK leans his head against Carlos’s for a moment. 

“Carlos, it’s really hot in here,” TK tells him gently. 

Carlos huffs and drops his hands, stepping away from his husband to lean against the sink. 

“What, baby?” TK laughs, throwing a glance over his shoulder at Carlos’s pout. 

“Nothing!” Carlos grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest and looking the other way, towards the desk at the other end of the room. 

“Babe, I have to get these lemon bars done for Nancy tomorrow,” TK says, pressing his crust into a greased glass baking pan. “She requested and I promised.”

“And what about me?” 

TK pauses, finally setting his bowl down to face Carlos with a raised eyebrow. “What about you?” 

“You’ve been baking all day.”

“You went and worked out!” TK crosses his arms now, mimicking Carlos’s stance.

“Because you were baking! It’s our joint day off,” Carlos huffs again, pout returning in full force.

“Babe.” 

Carlos tips his face away, knowing he’s being petulant, and not caring. He’s barely gotten any attention from his husband all day.

“Oh my god.” TK steps into his space and grabs his cheeks, forcing Carlos to look at him. He just sulks even more, eyebrows knitting together as he stares into TK’s bright, green eyes. “Are you actually pouting right now? My big, strong, scary, ranger husband?” 

TK’s eyes are gleaming with delight. Carlos scoffs, turning his face away in TK’s hands to pull out of his grasp.

“You are pouting! Oh my god, baby, you’re so adorable.”

“I am not adorable,” Carlos groans. 

“Oh, you are the cutesttt,” TK teases, grabbing Carlos’s face again to squish his cheeks together. “And I love you very much…Tell you what, babe. After the challah and the lemon squares are done, let’s order in for dinner and spend the rest of the night on the couch.”

“You’re actually going to stop baking?” Carlos raises an eyebrow.

“Promise,” TK smiles. “But if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask.”

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