#Carlos Whump

[detective-giggles]

Another not WIP Wednesday!

Okay, to be fair, I have been working on a super-secret fic for a dear friend. I’m just playing in their sandbox for a bit and so I don’t want to share anything until it’s done and they approve.

But thank you @sanjuwrites for the tag! And thank you @noxsoulmate for the quick beta.

Coming in at an even 700 words: a request to fill kissing prompt #5 ( kissing them softly when they’re hurt ) from this list, from @rubinsteinsilva126. Thank you, my friend! 💜💜💜

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Carlos sighs and shifts uncomfortably. His phone keeps vibrating in his pocket; his partner, he’s sure of it, but his head hurts too much to look, so he just ignores her.

He squeezes the mostly-melted ice pack in his hand and then drops it on his lap. He’ll ask for a new one when they come check on him, if they come check on him. The ER sounds crazy busy, and he’s just grateful he has a room and isn’t sitting in a hallway somewhere.

Carlos hears TK before he sees him, and a moment later his husband rushes in with messy hair and an AFD hoodie clearly quickly thrown over, and Carlos feels bad. He realizes he has no idea what time it is, but clearly TK had been trying to catch a few hours of precious sleep on his shift when he got the call.

“Hey, baby,” TK says softly. He cradles Carlos’ face in his hands and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, then one to his cheek as he wraps an arm around Carlos and hugs him tightly. He pulls back, holding Carlos at arms length and Carlos knows he’s checking for additional injuries he hadn’t yet disclosed.

He fires a few questions at him, too many all at once, and Carlos just gives him a blank stare while his brain tries to catch up.

“Okay, then,” TK grabs his chart and frowns as he looks over the chicken scratch.

“I want to go home,” Carlos whines as he shifts and attempts to swing his legs over the side of the gurney. The ice pack falls and makes a sad plop on the ground.

“They want to do a CT scan and then I think they’re admitting you,” TK says, settling him back onto the bed. He grabs the ice pack off the floor and shakes his head. “Gimme a sec.”

“Don’t leave,” Carlos begs.

“I’m gonna get you another. Give me just a minute.”

TK disappears and is back in less than a minute with a fresh ice pack, a little paper cup with a couple of pills, a plastic container of pudding, and a spoon.

“Wow.”

TK shrugs and smiles slyly. “Amber’s working so I-”

“You flirted?”

TK shakes his head and hands over the Tylenol. Carlos swallows them dry before TK can hand him a cup of water.

“I did not flirt.”

Carlos winces as TK places the ice pack behind his head. “Thanks,” he murmurs. He reaches up and holds the ice himself. As soon as TK’s hand is free, he gives Carlos’ thigh a squeeze and then grabs the pudding.

“Amber said they’re going to get you back for tests soon, and then they’ll get you upstairs for the night.” He carefully pulls the lid off the cup and sticks the spoon inside, offering it to his husband.

Carlos hesitates and TK sighs as he sits on the edge of the bed. “Come on, you’re always a little queasy after Tylenol on an empty stomach and it was either this or orange jello.”

Carlos wrinkles his nose. Orange is the worst. He nods and TK takes the spoon, feeding him a bit of the pudding. He’s almost done with it when the nurse walks in pushing a wheelchair.

TK sets the cup aside and stands close by as Carlos transfers himself from the bed to the wheelchair. He manages to make it without help but reaches for TK as soon as he’s settled.

“I’ll be up as soon as they get you into your room.”

“You should go back and get some sleep,” Carlos says. “I’ll be fine here.”

“Absolutely not!” TK says. “I am, however, going to call your mother if you haven’t already.”

“Absolutely not!” Carlos echoes. “You should save that for tomorrow after I’m home because my head hurts too much to deal with her tonight.”

“It’s fine, Carlos, I can handle your mother,” TK assures him, pressing one more kiss to the top of his head. He pulls out his phone but watches as they wheel Carlos out of the room and into the elevator before he slinks into the waiting room to call his mother-in-law.

Taglist: @chaotictarlos @noxsoulmate @sanjuwrites @meditating-honey-badger @plaidbooks (if you want to be added please let me know!)

[chaotictarlos]

Searching for my heart

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: Mature | Warnings: Season 4 Speculation, Carlos Reyes Whump, Feral TK, Hostage, Kidnapping, Kidnapped Carlos, Feral TK Strand

Summary: Carlos goes missing. Episode 4 x 03/4 speculation

Authors Note: that synopsis is to blame for this fic. I have others I'm working on - including coda's for episode two - but I had to write this too. 😂😂😂😂

thank you to @noxsoulmate for the beta

“...she was fine when I talked to her, Carlos,” TK says, walking after his fiancé as he storms through the house, clearly on a mission.

Carlos whips around and glares at him. “She’s not fine now, TK. She’s missing and I’m not just going to sit around and not go look for her, not like last time.”

“Carlos, you barely know her now, how are you going to be able to find her?”

TK watches as Carlos angrily yanks on his jacket. “I know enough about her and who she used to be. I’m going to look for her and I’m going to find her.”

“Carlos, please just think about this,” TK tries again, an edge of desperation in his voice. He doesn’t have a good feeling about any of this. “Please, just let the police do their jobs.”

“I am the police, and I am going to go look for her,” Carlos says.

“Carlos-” TK tries, but Carlos is walking out of the door, slamming it shut behind him.

TK runs a hand over his face and lets out a frustrated groan. He’ll give Carlos a few hours to cool off and then he’ll call him and get him to come home.

They’ll talk through things then.

FINISH ON A03

tags: @strangefurychaos @ronensass @sapphire11 @first-kanaphan @angeltk @noxsoulmate  @beautifulhigh @rangergurlgleek1211 @detective-giggles @tarlos-spain @lonestardust @bubblesandroses8 @thebumblecee @mooshkat @importantbailiffpaperpony @cowlos-reyes

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

9-1-1 : Lone Star 4x04 Opening Scene | Carlos being held in hostage by t...

This is so fucking nice 🥹 That show is pushing so many of my whump buttons, man. 

[noxsoulmate]

And we're back to Tarlos whump 😁 this time on Carlos' part, the 3rd most voted option on the poll.

Thanks for tagging me, @carlos-in-glasses 😘

If ever Lexi was grateful for not having the 126 present at a scene, it’s today. Not because she doesn’t like them but because she’s sure she wouldn’t be able to look any of them in the eye. “Lexi, will you please calm down?” “I am calm,” she replies automatically but looks at him nevertheless. Her partner is giving her his puppy eyes and even though his face is currently half hidden behind the hands of the paramedic working on him, she still knows that look far too well not to react. Groaning, she gives up on her pacing and steps over to the ambulance, leaning against the open door. “It really wasn’t your fault,” Carlos tells her even though the evidence is right there. She points at his head where the medic is still taking care of the wound on his temple, his eye slightly swollen from the blow he took. “Your bleeding face and that shiner you’ll get beg to differ.” “It was an unpredictable situation. Home invasions always are, if I may remind you.” Lexi rolls her eyes, not deterred so easily. “I was supposed to have your back and–” “And you did,” Carlos interrupts, reaching for her hand to squeeze it. “You all but pulled a 300 pound guy off of me before he could kill me.” She shouldn’t even have let the guy get on her partner in the first place, is the problem here. She should’ve seen the guy coming, should’ve prevented this from happening instead of just rushing to her partner’s aid. She’s about to say all that when Carlos squeezed her hand again. “You saved my life, Lexi, that’s all that matters.” Instead of arguing, she nods. She knows her partner is too good a human being to ever blame her for what happened, no amount of arguing will change that. Maybe she’s looking forward to seeing her partner’s husband after all… at least he’ll probably rip her a new one, just like she deserves.

Tagging:

@heartstringsduet, @catanisspicy, @chaotictarlos, @detective-giggles, @ravens-words, @sgirl18, @bonheur-cafe, @firstprince-history-huh, @rangergurlgleek1211, @shadesofdeviant, @actuallysara, @paperstorm, @wtfuckevenknows, @lightningboltreader, @meditating-honey-badger, @just-inside-her, @alidravana, @morganaspendragonss, @lire-casander, @otter-love-asl, @ramblingdisaster73, @first-kanaphan, @xtltokio, @buckybarnesalways, @mangacat201

[letthewhumpbegin]

911 Lone Star, s2e8

[where-is-my-whump]

9-1-1 Lone Star Season 5 whump preview

[guardian-angle22]

This or That: Tarlos Edition -> Monster Inside (1x08) or Push (3x04)

[tarlosstory]

TARLOS | S1E3 | Part 5 FULL TARLOS STORYLINE | ONLY TARLOS SCENES

[doumidas-whumps]

"Why do I have the feeling this is goodbye?"

three scenes from @deluxewhump's series Erik's Journals, featuring her lovely Carlo (and the hands of Erik Holstrom)

scenes from may 2015, dec 2016, jan 2024

[strandedbuckley]

TK STRAND IN EVERY SCENE 1.08: monster inside

[rogue205]

I just need Carlos whump. I will take it in any context that doesn’t involve TK getting whumped too or even whumped worse. Give me some GOOD (physical) Carlos-only whump!

Okay. Thought.

I know we have people in “Carlos gets hurt on the way to the wedding” and “the wedding goes off without a hitch” camps.

BUT

What if Carlos gets hurt AFTER the wedding?

Like what if TK comes back to work still riding high from the honeymoon and THEN the 126 get a call about Carlos in an accident…or shot…or stuck in a building…or one of the million other ideas the writers could come up with?

👀

[detective-giggles]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Okay- so it’s definitely past my bedtime, but it is still Wednesday for another hour and ten minutes. This is in the works to become my longest fic, and I’m very much stressing about that.

@bonheur-cafe , @marchingatmidnight and @noxsoulmate, thank you all for the tags!

I’m sharing a small snippet of the AU weekend fic. I have two sections to go (it’s a 5+1) but also, I guess I should check, I really hope they do AU weekend again!

🚔🚑🚔🚑

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, kneeling at Carlos’ side as he gently smooths Carlos’ sweaty curls back.

Carlos’ hands are shaky and blood-stained as he reaches for TK and lets out a relieved sob.

“TK, I-”

“I know,” he whispers. “Come on, we need to get you up. Can you stand?” TK asks.

Carlos shakes his head and lets out a whine but then swallows hard and huffs out a few shallow breaths, “If it gets me out of here, yes.”

It’s so late, I’m not going to tag anyone, but if you see this and want to do it, please do!

[takendreams]

why do i lowkey have a feeling that ranger campbell is going to threaten TK next episode. just the way he said ‘you didn’t introduce me to your husband, the pretty paramedic right?’ had my senses tingling

[aussiepineapple1st]

Have some Valiveira and Chreon Angst/Whump.

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #7

xxx it's us or them

"Help is coming," TK says, nodding like he's trying to convince himself as he looks out over the flooded street. "It'll be okay."

"TK." Carlos's voice is low, and he reaches toward TK with a lightly shaking hand. "Baby. Look at me."

TK does, turning and staring into Carlos with those big blue-green eyes. Carlos cups his face, and TK leans into the touch.

"When they get here, there probably won't be room for all of us," Carlos says, and both of them look over at the couple that are huddled on the other end of the metal roof. "Not on the first trip, anyway. What happens if it's us or them?"

"Them," TK says immediately, no hesitation, no regret. He turns back to Carlos. "Obviously them."

Carlos swallows, blinking back tears even as he smiles, because he knew how TK would respond before he even opened his mouth. "I was hoping you'd say that," he says, sniffling. "And also kind of hoping that you wouldn't. You're right, though. Them first."

"I don't mind holding on a little longer," TK says, smiling back. "As long as I'm with you."

"C'mere," Carlos says, and TK scoots over, careful of his shoulder, and sits in front of Carlos before leaning back against his chest. Carlos lets his chin rest on TK's head as he wraps his arms around his waist. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I could really used some donuts right now."

Carlos frowns. "You know what I mean," he says, and TK sighs.

"The bleeding stopped, and it doesn't hurt too bad if I keep my arm still. It's just kinda in the background. Like when your ears ring really bad the day after a concert, and it's annoying at first but then you just get used to it."

"Hm. Sounds like someone I know."

Carlos smirks as TK make a noise of mock offense.

"That is so rude."

"You know I didn't mean it," Carlos says, planting a kiss on the top of TK's head.

"Sure," TK says, and then stifles a yawn. "Sorry."

"That's okay. Why don't you try and get some sleep?"

"What about you?"

"I'm fine. You need the rest." Carlos runs his fingers through TK's hair, down his forehead and the bridge of his nose, and back up. TK twists his head, trying to look at Carlos.

"Are you trying to put me to sleep like a baby?"

"Yes. Now hush and close your eyes. I mean it. Sleep is good for healing."

TK humphs, but doesn't argue, settling back against Carlos. Carlos brushes his fingers across TK's forehead again, gently, keeps going until TK's breathing evens out, and then he keeps going after that.

xxx

[hurt-comfort-cache]

WE DID *NOT* WAIT 10 WEEKS FOR HIM TO HEAL IN 5 MINUTES