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The Only Exception - AcewithaMace - Video Blogging RPF [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
George's heart is pounding against his ribs—from the horror-induced adrenaline rush or the certainty of what he wants, he isn't sure.
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George listens to The Only Exception, and there's only one person he's thinking of.
+ Halloween Horror Nights!
Hi, T!! Was beyond happy to see you doing writing prompts! Tarlos and 23, please! 💕
Hello! I am so sorry that this took so long, but I hope you enjoy this!
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“Baby I’m home,” Carlos called as he walked into the loft, letting his bag hit the floor with a soft thud. When TK didn’t reply, Carlos frowned, sliding the front door closed behind him before making his way further into the loft.
Everything was quiet - more quiet than it normally was. He looked around the living room and peered into Jonah’s makeshift room. He didn’t find either of them. Carlos made his way into the bedroom and smiled at the sight that greeted him - TK and Jonah were curled up on the bed, taking a nap together. It warmed Carlos’ heart to see them together. He still had his reservations about being a dad but he loved seeing TK thrive at being a parent.
Carlos toed his shoes off and crawled into bed next to TK. He settled in beside him and wrapped a loose arm around his middle as he started to stroke TK’s hair softly. Since quitting his job, Carlos saw how less stressful TK had been and how much he seemed to really settle into the stay-at-home dad life. It was almost enough to have Carlos considering bringing up the topic of having more kids together. Maybe he would someday soon.
Carlos leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to TK’s temple before laying his head on his shoulder. He yawned softly before letting his eyes drift shut, joining his two favorite people in a late afternoon nap.
prompt taken from this list
Luminous Lux Tides - AcewithaMace - Video Blogging RPF [Archive of Our Own]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/69267066
He thinks Dream would look marvelous as a statue, like the ones of Greek heroes and deities, crafted with precision, yet a devotion that made stone and metal seem soft.
Or
George is soft for Dream, and they hang out in their hot tub
16. Taking naps together, from day till night, waking up every now and then to get more snuggles in.
thank you to my sweet friend @this-is-ali for picking this number. here's the list that it's from. if you want me to write one, send me an asks!
couple: Tarlos | word count: 356
It was one of those rare, peaceful slow Sundays that they didn’t get often enough anymore.
They were both off work for the next two days, schedules aligning for the first time in months - TK was sure that Carlos called in a few favors for that to happen. It was needed, of course, the time to just be together, slow down, and talk. It had been too long, much too long since they got time to be together and just exist in the moment.
TK sighed contently and snuggled deeper into Carlos’ arms. He felt the warmth of the morning sun on his back but it wasn’t as tempting as feeling Carlos’ strong arms around his body. There wasn’t anything in the world at that moment that could convince him to get out of bed and out of his husband’s arms.
“Good morning,” Carlos murmured, and TK felt the words more than he heard them as he rested his head against Carlos’ chest.
“Good morning to you too, sweet husband,” TK said. His voice was still thick with sleep and he didn’t have any plans to do anything about it. He wanted to spend his entire day wrapped up in Carlos’ arms, weaving in and out of sleep and finding small moments to talk.
Carlos shifted and for a moment TK thought he was going to get out of bed, but he didn’t. Instead, he pulled TK closer, brushing his lips against TK’s forehead, and held him tighter.
“Let’s not get out of bed today,” Carlos murmured, already sounding like he was going to drift back to sleep.
TK smiled, “I like the sounds of that.”
Sure there were people who would say they wasted their day off by napping for most of it, but TK would disagree. There wasn’t anything better than getting to lay in his husbands' arms and just exist while the world outside of their shared space moved on. It was days like this that he lived for, days that reminded him that Carlos loved him and wasn’t going to let him go - no matter how many rough patches they went through.
West Wing - AcewithaMace - Video Blogging RPF [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Dream's mind is a palace. George stays in his wing, though in the kitchens, he exists in a different capacity.
It's sort of romantic, Dream's vision of him here. His face looks unguarded and radiant, his smooth skin, shadowed by stubble and touched by the moon and firelight.
(New fic! Go read :D)
Will you miss me?
Author's Note: This is an old work of mine, a couple that I grew to love deeply. A crackship my good friend, @daytonsferrari had a hand in creating. A beautiful mix of angst and sexy, feelings and intimacy, Ransom and Frank hold a special place in my heart. I'm posting old work to introduce people to it, and while I know it's hard to read about characters that you're not familiar with. I hope you give it a try. There's really no fandom for this, a crackship based on some roleplay and silly little ideas thought up between friends, but I think it's Frank and Random are a beautiful couple with the angst that we all need sometimes. I hope if you take the chance on the fic, that you like it. Drop me an ask or a message and lets chat. Happy reading.
Characters: Ransom Drysdale x Frank Movies: Knives Out and Endings Beginnings Rating: E, 18+ Only, this fic contains smut Warnings / Tags: Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Smut, Hand Jobs, mentions of later intercourse, Smoking, Cigarette Smoking, drinking of whiskey, Alcohol
There’s a smell of nostalgia filling the air in the form of cigarette smoke. The harsh burning smell infiltrating the clean air around them, as the smoke floats up, curling it’s way away from the bright tip of the cigarette, fading away into the dark of the night, almost as if it was never there in the first place. Another drag is pulled from the cigarette before fingers close around it and pull it away from pink lips, a slight cough and remnants of smoke slipping from the lips along with a heavy sigh. Frank makes a soft noise as he turns his head, looking over at Ransom, sitting next to him on the hood of the car and taking a swig of the whiskey they had brought in the flask they seemed to always have with them.
They had been sitting on the hood of Frank’s beat up car for a while now, silence stretching around them for hours. The only sounds were the occasional bugs that came out at night, the flick of a lighter, and the swallow of whiskey. They hadn’t spoken, not since they got out of the car, because how could they say all of the words that they didn’t know how to say, that they wanted to say but couldn’t quite put into words? Knowing that this was the last night they had together for however long didn’t help, it just gave them a deadline that was quickly approaching that neither of them wanted to face.
“Will you miss me at all?” Frank breaks the silence when it becomes too much, when it feels more like it was strangling him instead of peaceful. He needs to know. He needs to know if Ransom was going to miss him as much as he was going to miss Ransom. Frank might not have a care in the world, he might live his life from one adventure to the next, but the one constant he had in his life had always been Ransom. Ransom had always meant something to him, so it wasn’t easy to leave him behind like this - even if Ransom thought it was.
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Hi T! 21 for Tarlos please 💜
Hey friend! This is a shorter one but I hope you enjoy it!
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Some of TK’s favorite moments with Carlos also happened to be some of the most mundane. He loved the simple moments, the moments when the world moved slowly and they could just exist in the peacefulness of their relationship.
TK let out a content sigh and snuggled closer to Carlos and laid his head on his chest. He knew that they had a list of things to do that day, but at the moment it didn’t matter to him. He just wanted to enjoy the morning cuddling with Carlos.
He reached out and grabbed Carlos’ hand and linked their fingers together. He wanted to be connected to his husband in every way that he could be. TK turned his head and pressed a kiss to Carlos’ chest.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” Carlos replied as he brought their linked hands up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand.
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For the angsty prompts- Tarlos- “you never listen to me”
Thank you! I'm a bit rusty but I think this is decent!
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The exasperated sight that fell from Carlos’ lips told TK everything he needed to know. He shook his head and turned away from his husband, shoulders dropping as he shook his head. He knew better than to bring the subject up - and had known better several rounds ago but it was hard to let go. It was hard just to walk away when it was one of the very few things that they disagreed on.
“Tyler-” Carlos started and TK could feel his husband start to walk towards him.
“You never listen to me anymore,” TK interrupted before Carlos could say anything else. He moved forward, putting more space in between them.
“What?” Carlos asked, the shock lacing the word and making TK turn back around. Carlos’ eyes were rounded, shock in them and the corners of his mouth were turned down more than they had been just moments ago. “That’s not true. I listen to you all the time. You tell me about your day, the random things Lou Two has done, the random shit you and Mateo get into. I listen to you.”
“You listen to everyday things,” TK said simply, shrugging a little. “But you haven’t listened to me about bigger things. Deeper things.Things that mean more than what I had for lunch two days ago. We’ve been married for so long that we’ve fallen a bit out of touch with listening to each other. I’ve noticed, I’m working to do better and I’ve talked to my therapist about it. Now I need you to realize it too.”
“I-”
“I know it’s hard,” TK said. “I know it’s hard when you’re so rooted in holding a stance that you don’t want to listen, but I need you to hear me out. I need to know that what I am saying matters and is valued.”
Carlos sighed again and rubbed his hand over his face. “I’m sorry that it’s felt like I haven’t been listening to you and hearing what you have to say.”
TK took a step forward, “I’m sorry too.”
“What you say does matter,” Carlos said as he closed the rest of the distance. “Even if I don’t like what you have to say.”
TK wrapped his arms around Carlos and gave him a ghost of a smile, “I’m glad to know that. What you say matters too.”
TK leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to TK’s lips, “But?”
“The answer is still no.”
TK sighed, feeling just slightly bad about the decision. “Will you at least think about it?”
Carlos pulled back so that he could look down at TK, searching his eyes for a few long moments. “Yes, I’ll think about it.”
