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Good morning!! ☀️ Thank you for the tags @carlos-in-glasses & @ladyknight1512 💕 Y’all are queued 💛 I have started working on a World Cup fic centered around Carlos & Gabriel, grief, remembering loved ones, and Carlos & Jonah. Sharing a very rough bit…

Carlos is deeply familiar with the sensation of chasing a memory. The practice of digging through those moments in your mind, ones that felt ordinary in the present, that become larger than life once they transition into a piece of the past. Preserving them. Perfecting them. Trying again and perfecting some more.

It’s more than memorializing. It’s a time-tested testament; reinforcing the bond between the living and the dead.

He grew up watching his parents do it. His mother, spending hours painstakingly working the dough of her pan de muerto with floured-fingers, the tackiness of the dough smoothing out beneath practiced hands. Each element symbolic in its own way: the crossbones, the heart at the center, even the ball of dough itself.

She could easily purchase the bread from the family’s favorite panadería — the one that did Carlos’s sisters’ quinceañeras and his and TK’s wedding cake — but she prefers to make them herself. Her own way of keeping the connection between life and death, cooking food to honor her beloved deceased ones, while nourishing the ones that are still here.

His father did it by building the ofrenda in the den, covering it with the hand-woven serape he bought on a trip to Moriela when he was a teen to watch his beloved Atlético Morelia play the Clásico Michoacano.

Carlos and Paul became quick friends after Paul, still new to Austin, asked Carlos to help him find an African grocery store so he could buy the correct cut of goat meat for his grandmother’s curry recipe. He made it with her as a child, standing on a stool in her Chicago kitchen, he still remembers the smell of her curl conditioner, the slice of the knife in her hand dicing onions so thin they were almost translucent. He’s been iterating the recipe for decades. Carlos has been a beneficiary over the years. Every time it’s good, just not quite the same as hers.

He’s done it himself. For a long time after his dad died, Carlos thought he needed to honor his father’s memory by ceaselessly investigating his murder. He didn’t stop until he solved it. Until his father’s murderer lay dead in the dry Presidio desert just north of the Mexico border.

He didn’t feel closer to his dad in that moment, though. With nothing left to investigate, no justice to chase after, all he felt was immense emptiness. His dad was gone. No amount of detective work or righteous anger was going to bring him back.

What did help, though, was cooking his chili verde.

ladyknight1512

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for tagging me @carlos-in-glasses! This week, another snippet from Dallas Carlos, which I'm in the home stretch of (...I think).

He can’t hide in the ensuite all night. With the towel TK folded, Carlos mops up the stray drops of water around the basins and then leaves the bathroom, flicking the light off on his way out. It leaves the bedroom outlined in the dim light of the waning moon. TK’s already in bed, turned away towards the wall, his shoulders a tense line at the edge of the blankets that say he doesn’t want to be touched.

Carlos slides into the bed carefully. He can tell that TK isn’t asleep yet, but he still doesn’t want to disturb him. On his back, staring up at the ceiling, the empty stretch of sheets between them feel like a chasm.

“I love you,” he murmurs into the dark, because it deserves to be said, even when they’re fighting. Maybe especially then.

TK lets out a small, resigned sigh. “I know you do.” There’s a pause in which Carlos swears his heart stops, and then, so quiet he almost can’t hear it, “I love you too.”

ladyknight1512

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for tagging me @carlos-in-glasses! This week, another snippet from Dallas Carlos, which I'm in the home stretch of (...I think).

He can’t hide in the ensuite all night. With the towel TK folded, Carlos mops up the stray drops of water around the basins and then leaves the bathroom, flicking the light off on his way out. It leaves the bedroom outlined in the dim light of the waning moon. TK’s already in bed, turned away towards the wall, his shoulders a tense line at the edge of the blankets that say he doesn’t want to be touched.

Carlos slides into the bed carefully. He can tell that TK isn’t asleep yet, but he still doesn’t want to disturb him. On his back, staring up at the ceiling, the empty stretch of sheets between them feel like a chasm.

“I love you,” he murmurs into the dark, because it deserves to be said, even when they’re fighting. Maybe especially then.

TK lets out a small, resigned sigh. “I know you do.” There’s a pause in which Carlos swears his heart stops, and then, so quiet he almost can’t hear it, “I love you too.”

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MARJAN MARWANI & TK STRAND

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carlos-in-glasses

On another bonkersly hot summer Wednesday, please have these cuties in a heatwave of their own (chapter 1 coming soon):

It takes a while for Jonah to drift off tonight. It’s too hot. The crickets are loud. Fireflies pass by the window like tiny spaceships seeking a warm world to land on. And it’s not a school night. And tomorrow isn’t going to be a regular Saturday because they’re going on a night out, and and and and…

Jonah is talking through all the ands with TK when his droopy eyes finally close.

TK slips his hand free from both of Jonah’s, kisses him on the forehead, and sneaks out of the room. He creeps all the way along the hallway, avoids the tattle-tale floorboards, and dips into his own lamplit bedroom.

Here, TK finds his husband lying stark naked. He’s sideways across the bed, eyes closed and head practically lolling off the mattress on TK’s side. The ceiling fan rotates with soft swishes right above him.

“Mmm,” Carlos hums pleasantly. He lifts his flaccid penis to get more air to his sack.

“You okay, there?” TK whisper-laughs. He wanders over to his side of the bed to loom over Carlos’ face.

“I’m hotter than the sun,” Carlos murmurs.

“You can say that again.”

Carlos smiles. “But I’m great. My baby’s sleeping. My belly’s full…” he opens one eye. “I married the best man in all the world.”

“Stop.” TK grins and leans down, pressing both fists to the mattress either side of Carlos’ head, where he makes biscuits for a moment like a cat.

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Dallas Carlos passed 18,000 words this morning. I'm obviously very bad at judging these things, but I reckon it'll end up somewhere around 25,000 words in total. Then there's also the prequel, which I'll be writing after this, so if 25k isn't enough for you, there's also that to look forward to. Which reminds me: I really need to start thinking about a title for this thing. 😩

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911 lone star -> tarlos kisses rotated ↻

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G | Tarlos | TK & Marjan | 8k (so far)

TK & Marjan Buddy Cop fic is here!

When a missing persons case lands on Carlos’s desk, it’s one he can’t shake.

When TK and Marjan find out about it, they're curious.

They're not investigating Carlos's case... it's just a harmless stop by the bakery. Until it quickly turns into something else...leading to unanswered questions, loose threads, and a discovery they were never supposed to make.

Carlos is exhausted. Paul is entertained. Joe has learned by now to stay out of it.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for tagging me @carlos-in-glasses! As of this morning, Dallas Carlos is at almost 16,400 words – so much for my plan to write short one-shots between long fics, but I guess in comparison to Wild Hearts, which was just over 80,000 words, 16.4k isn't that many. Here are a couple of paragraphs from Dallas Carlos that I wrote a few weeks ago.

The world is a blur: a wall of noise as the crowd screams, a sea of red and white Clippers jerseys in the stands, dotted with Mavericks blue and green. Underneath it all, the smack of his shoes on the wooden floor and his own harsh breathing.

Everything seems to slow down in the way that it does sometimes, but it’s only seconds between Carlos catching the ball and reaching the key. He takes three big steps when he reaches the free throw line and leaps, already bringing the ball down to slam it through the hoop. He hears Nate yell his name a split second before the Clipper who’d been chasing him down collides with his back.

It wouldn’t be so bad if Carlos weren’t hanging in mid-air.

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Good morning everyone! I'm excited to have something new to share this week! This is a moment from a fic coming soon! In which Jonah might have got a little confused between styles of dancing:

“I’m a Texas Ranger,” Carlos explained, at which the man smiled, impressed. Older men like this cowboy are always very impressed when they learn what Jonah’s papa does, Jonah has noticed. They kind of go all swoony. It’s funny.

“Are you going to be a Texas Ranger like your daddy one day, young fella?” the man asked.

“Um. No…” Jonah replied pensively. “I’m going to be a tap dancer like my other papa.”

This was news to TK and Carlos, who looked down at Jonah with surprise. Never had Jonah expressed any interest nor knowledge in the subject of tap dancing. Neither had TK.

Without wanting to embarrass Jonah, they played along. TK found himself telling the man that he was forced to retire early from his tap dancing career due to a tendon injury.

“That must have been devastating,” the man said.

“Yes. I was very upset,” TK replied while Carlos refused to make eye-contact.

“A Ranger and a tap dancer.” The man nodded. “How did you two meet?”

“Tap dancing,” Jonah supplied.

The man looked at Carlos.

“I was…undercover,” Carlos said.

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