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It’s easy for Carlos to obsess over every detail of the wedding with his color-coded binder and multiple Pinterest boards. He’s got lists and Post-It notes and highlighted sections. He’s got phone numbers and date preferences written down, cross-references from both of their possible schedules and any set-in-stone commitments. Everything is in order, and it all makes sense to him because he’s good at this. He’s good at maintaining a sense of control over these sorts of things.
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Carlos is wedding planning. TK proves a point.
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- Part 9 of tarlos as fiancés (misc.)
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“If we run into anyone we know,” Carlos says as he manoeuvers the shopping cart up to the bell peppers, “you’re going to give us away.”
TK picks up a red one, then an orange one and a yellow one—green bell peppers should be illegal, babe. You’ll have to start arresting them—and, at Carlos’ nod, places them in the cart. He practically skips back to Carlos’ side despite it only being three paces away, kisses his cheek, and threads his arm around the one Carlos is using to hold onto the cart.
“How am I giving us away?” he asks in that tiny, slightly whiny voice, a frown etching into his features.
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or, TK and Carlos go grocery shopping for their engagement party.
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- Part 5 of tarlos fiancé era
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“Reyes-Strand,” TK whines, pouting. He folds his arms against his chest for extra effect because he really is just an over-dramatic child who sulks when he doesn’t get his own way.
Not that this is about getting his own way. He can’t help it if he’s right.
“TK.” Carlos sighs, exasperated. He flicks over to the next page of his too-big wedding planning folder and tries to ignore his fiancé’s antics because they’ve had this conversation. Okay, yes, maybe it’s a conversation they need to have again because they are getting married soon, and something like a shared last names needs to be decided more promptly than the colors of flower arrangements.
But it’s not Carlos’ fault that they can agree on everything but this.
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in which TK and Carlos argue about Strand-Reyes or Reyes-Strand.
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- Part 7 of tarlos fiancé era
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“My name is Tyler,” the guy says softly. “Tell me what you'd like to do tonight.”
It's still unspoken what's really going on here. Tyler licks his lips as he looks Carlos over again. It's simple, assessing look, yet so charged.
"I just want to talk." Carlos swallows. “You're very pretty." Too honest. Maybe he's also the one who needs help, for flirting with a sex worker he's trying to get enough evidence to arrest.
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Alternate first meeting AU.
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“Morning, fiancé,” TK murmurs, and Carlos absolutely cannot believe how lucky he is. He’s here, in the loft he shares with the man he loves, and they’re going to get married one day. There will come a day when he can legally call Tyler Kennedy Strand his fucking husband. For now, though, fiancé is more than adequate; Carlos can’t wait to annoy everyone by constantly referring to TK as his fiancé every single second of every single day. It’s what they deserve, especially given the turbulent journey they’ve taken to get to this point.
“Mmm, fiancé.” Carlos hums, slowly licking his way into TK’s mouth. “I love the sound of that.”
“You and me both.” TK grins, hooking a leg around Carlos’s and pulling until he’s on his back with Carlos hovering over him. “Thank you for saying yes.”