So Happy And In Love! But What Happens When The Unexpected Happens And Tears Them Apart?

I hate this theme. I can’t imagine Carlos is this way ever! He has so much love for TK and I just can’t imagine he’s not home for him more often. Not having dinner with him, spending every second possible with him. One reason I adore Carlos so much is because of how much he loves TK and how he will do anything to make sure the love of his life is happy! Hardly being home for dinner does not show that.

I do understand why people are running with it though. It’s because this is what the writers gave us in season 5. They showed him as distant and not as loving. Yeah he was grieving and had tunnel vision, but personally I do not feel like even in his grief, he would’ve ignored his husband. It’s just not in his character. The final season was their worst and I’m so sad they ended the show with Carlos this way and made TK, more or less, a housewife (not his passion). They changed our boys and took away the things we loved most about them. Season 5 pretty much just does not exist for me.

is it just me or is there this weird theme in future tarlos fics where Carlos is never home for dinner and sees his family for a few waking hours a week. and it’s not because they’re having problems or he’s avoiding them. there’s not even tension with this. he’s just often portrayed as always out of the house and only eating family dinner occasionally and working all the time and an outsider in his own family … for no reason

more than SEVEN-SENTENCES SUNDAY The new story is coming along well... here's a tease of it.

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TK closes his eyes just to rest them. He’s so tired. He must have drifted off because he doesn’t remember the door coming to a stop. He doesn’t remember getting up, walking, or moving at all. When he opens his eyes, he’s in an overcrowded hospital. There’s chatter, moans, soft screams, and crying. It’s not loud, but it’s noisy. His head is pounding, his throat is dry, and he just wants to get up and find Carlos. 

When he sits up, he winces. The pain in his ribs is excruciating. He folds his arm around himself only to find that he’s been bandaged. The piece of metal in his thigh is gone, and it, as well as his calf, have both also been bandaged. Though incredibly grateful, he’s confused as to how he got here; how he had been so out of it that he remembers none of it all.

WIP Wednesday

A Work In Progress

Hi All! I am new to the fanfic world. Well, I say that because it's been over 15 years since I last wrote any kind of fanfic. But here I am attempting it. This will be my first Tarlos story posted to ao3, but it's not up yet. I thought I'd join in on the wip fun and see how well this snippet is received. I am happy to take any and all advice. Please, if you have any criticisms, be kind and make it constructive. I hope you all enjoy it! I've been having a blast writing it!

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After dinner, TK went straight to his room when they got back to his dad’s house. He didn’t stop to talk and they had been silent on the drive home for the most part. There was a little conversation about how the night had gone, but mostly, it was a quiet ride. Back at the house, TK made a beeline for his room. He should’ve gone home to his place, but it was late and he needed some quick relief. So he stayed at his dad’s place. In his room, he was quick to find himself in the shower and releasing the tension that had built up through the evening. 

After his shower, he collapsed on his bed, not even bothering to get dressed. He wanted Carlos out of his head. At least for the rest of the night. He just wanted some peaceful sleep. Unfortunately, the man crept into his dreams and he woke up needing another release. 

The morning seemed to move quickly and before he knew it, they were at the firehouse. It was a pretty normal morning so far. Coffee, b.s.ing with his brothers, and just chilling until a call came in. 

Hearing his name, TK left the conversation he was in, turning his attention to his dad. But when he looked, his eyes instantly found Carlos and that dry throat thing was a problem once again. He swallowed hard as the man got closer. Fuck, how am I supposed to do my job with him here? He looked so good in the tight hunter-green tee shirt he was wearing. That color really seemed to work for him. 

They greeted each other and Carlos was offering up that gorgeous heart-shaped smile of his and it seemed to cause a flipping in TK’s stomach. With his eyes fixated on Carlos, it was his dad’s suggestion that pulled him out of his trance. “Uh, yeah. Sure. Come on, I’ll um, I’ll show you… the kitchen!” He pointed in that direction and led the way. 

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“I believe my dad mentioned you’d be riding along with us as well. What size shirt do you wear?” He asked as he moved to grab a firehouse shirt for Carlos. “Here. You’ll need to wear that and uh, pants. There should be some here in the wardrobe.” He opened the wardrobe and pointed out the pants for Carlos to choose from. 

“Cool, thanks.” Carlos took a look and found his size. “Um, I’ll just go change then.” He said and gave a nod, 

When Carlos left the room to go change, TK fell to the mattress of his bunk, hands covering his face. He had no idea how he was going to make it through the day with Carlos around. Was he staying for the whole shift? He had no clue. He hoped not since there was nothing he could do about his urges. 

“What do ya think?” Carlos asked as he came back dressed in the same uniform. “Is it too snug?” He asked with a smirk.

Sitting up on his elbows TK looked at him and he seemed to forget how to breathe. Fuck, he looked sexy as hell. Then Carlos did a spin to show the whole outfit. That and the question did not help. Yes. Yes, it is too snug. “Mm, yeah. Looks good.” He said and pressed his lips tight together as he gave a nod.

Then he heard the bells and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank you. He thought to himself. He’d never been so happy to hear the bells go off. “That’s our cue.” 

TK was up and dashing to the truck, Carlos hot on his heels.

THE IMPOSSIBLE

by davilovesty aka impackinapiece

CHAPTER 2 is now posted!

Lets find out how Carlos is doing...

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I’ve been seeing some frustration in the LS fandom lately, and I totally get it!

It’s upsetting how often Carlos is being written as a neglectful workaholic in every new Jonah fic. And honestly, I don’t blame the writers who write him this way - this is what the show gave us. They wanted to portray a distant Carlos, and if people interpreted that as neglect, well, they’re not wrong. And yes, he was grieving and trying to find his dad’s killer but it doesn’t mean he wasn’t neglecting and treating TK like shit. Both opinions are correct.

But what really gets under my skin even more is how TK is being portrayed in so many of these fics - like a housewife. It was already disappointing enough that the show made him quit his job for some made-up reason, but now these stories are doubling down and reducing him to nothing more than that. No passion, no fire, no spark. Just a soft, domestic placeholder for boring, emotional kicks. I don’t read Jonah or kid fics, and I don’t plan to ever - but the way Tarlos is being written lately as this sexless, lifeless pair with no real depth is starting to wear on me. They were never like that. That’s not who they are.

THE IMPOSSIBLE

by davilovesty aka impackinapiece

First chapter to be posted 4/10/25

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SEVEN SENTENCE SUNDAY

I wanted to join in the fun of this little game and share more of my first ever Tarlos story, Ruined - Chapter 1 is up now. This little bit (maybe a bit more than 7 sentences) is from Chapter 2. I am hoping to get chapter 2 posted in the next couple of days.

With TK pressed up against the bathroom door, Carlos kissed along the man’s neck, savoring the taste of his skin. With one hand gripping tightly at TK’s hair, the other slid between them, unfastening his jeans and invading his space. Fingers coiled around his hardened cock, stroking and tugging in a frenzied manner. 

TK mimicked Carlos’s actions. His hand dipping into Carlos’s pants and gripping onto his cock. They pawed at each other and kissed in a way that made them seem desperate for each other. 

They switched from kissing along each other’s necks to bruising kisses against each other’s lips and back to the necks again. 

Bang bang bang “Hey! Some people gotta take a piss out here!” 

Carlos grunted in response. He had every intention of ignoring whoever that was. His hand gripped tighter around TK, tugging slowly and pulling long drawn-out moans from him.

  Bang bang bang “I’m getting the manager.”