#Whump Tarlos Week

[chicgeekgirl89]

911 Lone Star Favorite Memories

Thank you to @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @carlossreaders, @nisbanisba, @heartstringsduet, @firstprince-history-huh, @carlos-in-glasses, and @bonheur-cafe for the tags!

In no particular order:

Absolutely losing my ish after 2x08 and chatting about it to @bluenet13 for the next twenty-four hours. I was an OG watcher of the show, but that's episode where I went "OH. TARLOS. I LOVE THEM." Amazing what a little whump and panic can do to a girl 😜

COMPLETELY FOOLING @lemonlyman-dotcom IN THE GREATEST CON OF MY LIFE BY CREATING A FAKE SECRET SANTA FIC SO THAT THE REAL ONE COULD REMAIN A SECRET UNTIL THE TIME WAS RIGHT!! 😈🍋

Answering @lemonlyman-dotcom's unhinged polls!

Writing and sharing The House in the Pines Where the Road Ends and crafting my own little version of the Reyes family. I am forever grateful to everyone who loved them and made sure to tell me so!

The incredible response of everyone to Thirst Trap Thursday. I'm still blown away by it!

As for episode moments: The sexy times in "The Big Heat", T.K. waking up in "Push", the lizard shenanigans in "Down to Clown", the proposal, the soulmates scene, and the deleted cake cutting scene from the wedding.

And of course reading so much amazing fanfic!! I loved our WIP Wednesday and Seven Sentence Sunday shares so much!

I have so much more to say, but I'm not sure I'm ready yet. Maybe next week.

Tagging @lemonlyman-dotcom, @henrygrass, @ladytessa74, @emsprovisions, and anyone else who wants to share!

[freneticfloetry]

It's been so much fun reading everybody's year-end roundups (and making my way through this round of Tarlos Secret Santa fics!). I wrote so much this year, y'all. But as my 2024 was nowhere near as prolific where actual published fic is concerned, I'm taking a page from @tellmegoodbye's book and using this Sunday to feature seven sentences from the things I actually posted, plus a single sentence from seven things to come.

Thanks to @heartstringsduet @whatsintheboxmh @alrightbuckaroo @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-in-glasses @nisbanisba @reyesstrand @paperstorm @strandnreyes @carlossreaders and @tellmegoodbye for the tags!

words to get off his chest (9-1-1 / 9-1-1 Lone Star, 3.7k)

Carlos hums, right hand circling his wrist for a moment before he reaches back to the stovetop to tip stalks of asparagus into a skillet. But his left stays low, fingers slipped between TK’s, ring pressed to the skin where his own should be sitting. “And a batch of my mom’s Texas toast.” TK’s stomach rumbles again, which is almost enough to cover the whipped-sounding whimper that leaves his lips. “That might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.” “TK, I really hope that’s not true.” TK tucks a smile into the side of Carlos’ throat. There’s also this — the playful pattern of call-and-response they’ve shared since the very beginning, where TK comments and Carlos cringes and somehow they’re both saying I love you.

Buck Up, Cowboy (9-1-1 Lone Star, 3.7k) My part of the collaborative Carlos Whump Project for Lire's birthday

TK’s face is as flashcard quick to react as always, and Carlos watches the delight turn to intrigue turn to a thoughtful contemplation that might mean trouble and tries to head it off at the pass. “What, you didn’t work out all your bucking bull curiosity with the bloody one you cut out of a car?” “I mean, yeah,” TK mumbles, “but this one’s not gonna gore anybody half to death.” He shrugs, shaking his head a bit. “I don’t know, it’s just…” He lingers on the machine for a moment, then looks up at Carlos through a curtain of lashes with sea glass eyes gone smoky and dark. “There was this video.”

esta noche es de alegría (9-1-1 Lone Star, 27.8k)

“I swear it’s okay if we don’t perfectly mashup every aspect of our holidays. To be honest, Hanukkah isn’t even that big a deal.” Carlos raises an eyebrow, which almost erases the anxious, apologetic expression that had actually hurt to look at. “Really,” he scoffs. “‘Cause that’s not what you said yesterday, when you were busy stuffing our brand-new piñata with the bag of gelt you bought in bulk.” “I mean…” TK bunches his shoulders up around his ears. “That’s chocolate.”

And coming in 2025:

the same in every language (9-1-1 Lone Star)

There are words on the tip of his tongue, the three syllables you’re never supposed to say in succession during sex, and he cranes up to catch Carlos’ mouth and lets himself feel it instead, lets it carry him into oblivion.

don't ruin this on me (RWRB)

"He blew me until at least half my brain cells permanently relocated to my dick, and I gave him a half-assed handjob while I babbled about what a baby bisexual I am."

had we but world enough (and time) (9-1-1 Lone Star)

“I’m so glad you’re okay, I really am,” Carlos says, and swallows, and sweeps his eyes to the floor. “And now I need you to leave.”

the full extent of what forever is (RWRB)

Alex is a lot of things: bright and brilliant and blindingly beautiful, and blessedly, miraculously, Henry’s.

a strong enough foundation (9-1-1 Lone Star)

After hauling all of TK’s stuff into the townhouse that had already housed all of Carlos’ for years, then filling the loft piece by piece by himself from the ashes of what they’d had together, it’s a heady, heavy thing to hold the keys to an empty space he finally gets to make a home with TK, not for him.

i was fixed on your hand of gold (RWRB)

"I mean, who among us has not had a spontaneous bi awakening in a midnight showing of The Mummy, freaked out about it for a week, and finally found themselves in a bar in the Meatpacking District doing body shots off the first hot guy in all black they could find?" Alex glances around, utterly guileless. "No? Just me?"

what should've been you (9-1-1 Lone Star)

TK swallows, thinking of all the ways that was true, of every unspoken question Carlos has asked since they met, with his heart set on some flat surface, served up soft and sweet and hopeful and just waiting for TK to take — Can we be more over untouched champagne at a midnight dinner and Can we be real over unfinished bubble tea at a street cafe and Can we be everything over unexpected sparkling cider on a stretch of countertop in an empty loft — and all the ways he had found to ignore everything beating between them, to hand that heart back and say No.

Why yes I did alternate those on purpose, though these are in no particular planned posting order. Also, count the Hozier lyrics! (Hint: it’s all the FirstPrince.)

It's late, so consider this an open tag, but I would especially like to hear from @liminalmemories21 @never-blooms @rmd-writes @ladytessa74 @orchidscript and @welcometololaland!

[detective-giggles]

TWP word of the day prompt: pain

Just a silly little thing I’ve had mostly finished for a while. Pre-Tarlos, takes place mid-season 1. Off-screen Carlos whump.

💜💜💜💜

“Ugh,” Carlos groans in pain as he unbuckles his seat belt.

“Here, I’ll come around,” TK offers, sliding out of the car and hurrying around to the passenger side where Carlos had already opened the door and was slowly trying to get out of the car.

“I got it,” he murmurs. TK watches as he manages to get out of the car okay but then turns too quickly, jarring his broken ribs and he almost crumples to the ground. “Fuck,” he murmurs.

“Take a second,” TK says. “Just take a couple of deep breaths.”

“That hurts too,” Carlos complains. He takes a few shallow breaths and then slowly starts making his way up the walkway. “I didn’t realize pain was so exhausting, I just want to lay down in my own bed and sleep for the next week.”

“I’m guessing this is your first broken rib?” TK asks. “I don’t recommend laying down. It’ll probably be harder for you to breathe, and it’s going to hurt like a bitch to get up.” Carlos digs his keys out of his pocket as TK talks. TK takes the keys while Carlos leans heavily against the doorframe, panting shallowly. “Speaking from experience, I really recommend a recliner. At least for the first couple of weeks.”

“I don’t have one,” Carlos points out as TK pushes the door open. He steps into the entryway and then pauses, staring at the battered gray recliner that had appeared in his livingroom. “At least I didn’t have one? Where did-?”

TK shrugs. “I mean, I’m a klutz and a half, in case you hadn’t noticed. That chair has gotten my dad and me through a few broken ribs. You can borrow it until you can get upstairs and into your own bed.”

“Ohhhh, my god. The stairs. All of my stuff is up there,” he gestures vaguely, looking distressed.

“Let’s get you settled down here, and then I’ll run up and get you what you need?” TK offers. Carlos nods and toes off his shoes, kicking them to the side, and he allows TK to ease his jacket off his shoulders. TK hangs it in the closet, and when he returns, Carlos was easing himself into the chair. TK hands him the prescription bottle with his pain meds and fetches him a glass of water. He watches as Carlos takes a couple of pills, and then makes sure the bottle and water are within easy reach for later.

“What else do you need from upstairs? A phone charger? Book? Do you want any other clothes?”

Carlos shakes his head on the clothes, but agrees to letting TK bring down the phone charger. TK returns with his arms full; Carlos’ current novel from the night stand, the charger, a couple blankets and the comforter off his bed.

TK sets the book down on the table and helps get him as comfortable as can be with the blanket and comforter.

“Thank you, TK,” Carlos whispers. “You really don’t have to fuss. I’ll be okay.”

“You really shouldn’t be alone,” TK says. “Are you sure you don’t want me to call your mom?”

“No! It’s fine!” Carlos exclaims. “She hates when I get hurt.” He yawns, “I’m probably going to sleep for the rest of the afternoon anyway.”

“Okay,” TK murmurs. Carlos closes his eyes, certain TK has something better to do than watch him lie around in pain. It doesn’t take long for the meds to kick in and he drifts off to sleep.

***

By the time Carlos wakes, it’s dark and the streetlights are shining through the window, right in Carlos’ face. He grabs his phone off the table to check the time, and then takes another pain pill.

He struggles to stand up, grunting softly at the pain, and makes his way down the hall to the bathroom. As he returns to the living room and passes the couch, he sees a TK-shaped lump, curled up sleeping.

He smiles fondly and slowly grabs the throw blanket off the back of the couch, draping it over TK’s sleeping form.

TK’s eyes flutter open and he sits up fully. “Carlos! What are you doing?”

“You stayed?”

“Well, yeah… Of course I stayed. In case you needed something. Do you need anything?”

“No,” Carlos shakes his head. “I just needed to…” He points to the general direction of the bathroom.

TK stands and ushers Carlos back to the chair. “Come on, you need to get some more rest.”

TK tucks him in once again and attempts to move past him when Carlos reaches for his hand. “Thank you. For staying.” Carlos sighs. “I really didn’t want to be alone,” he admits.

TK leans in and runs his fingers through Carlos’ hair and presses a soft kiss to Carlos’ forehead. He stays silent but gives Carlos’ arm a little squeeze. Carlos panics a little, worried he overstepped, when TK gives him a fond smile.

“Go back to sleep,” TK says, settling on the couch. “I’ll be here when you wake up,” he promises.

Taglist: @plaidbooks @tarlosweeklyprompts

[strandedbuckley]

TARLOS WHUMP CHALLENGE — 36 + 88

36: tissues + 88: scars

warnings: tk's gunshot scar, smut themed, carlos tears

A few weeks post solar storm, and both TK and Carlos are beyond excited to finally jump back into bed together. 

They take barely any time to strip each other of their uniforms, and TK is shuffling back against the pillows, his tongue darting out to wet his slightly swollen lips.

Carlos crawls over him, hand skimming from his hip to his abs, to his scar. His thumb strokes over it, and he can't help the memory of TK laying in that hospital bed from entering his mind. 

"Hey, hey. Baby..." TK notices and reaches for him. "I'm okay now."

"Jeez, baby, are you okay?" TK peers around to get a better look at Carlos' face. "You want a tissue?"

Carlos sniffles, nodding. "Thanks."

"No problem." TK reaches for the box, offering some to Carlos, before placing it back down on the coffee table. "That movie really gotcha, huh?"

Carlos doesn't say anything. He just wipes his eyes, shrugging, then lets his head fall against TK's shoulder.

"Aw, baby." TK whispers, wrapping an arm around to rub Carlos' arm. He kisses the top of his head, grabs the remote, and looks through some apps. "Let's watch something lighter now, yeah?"

"Jeez, Carlos, are you okay?" TK peers around to get a look at his fiancé's face, and he can't help it; he snorts and starts chuckling. "Baby, it's a cartoon."

"I know…" Carlos takes a couple of tissues from the box that TK hands him and dries his watering eyes. "But… the poor little guy, he just… shut up!"

"What–? I'm not laughing." He is.

"Ugh!" Carlos grunts, knocking TK off his shoulder so that his head falls back against the sofa instead. "You cried at the last movie."

"That's cos' it was a dog. This dude's a damn lizard."

taglist: @wandering-night19, @fortunatelydecaffeinateddinosaur @rubinsteinsilva126 @maniadeityn @just-inside-her @chaotictarlos + let me know if you'd like to be added/removed, please!

[noxsoulmate]

Decide for me what to work on over the next few days 😁

Yes, I know I still have old asks in my inbox and also just did a poll the other week... but humor me, please? 🥺

Would love it if you send a max of 3 emojis of the same kind in one ask since I get easily overwhelmed lately - but you can send multiple asks 😉

🚢 Titanic AU

🧜‍♂️ Merman AU

�� Chef/Firefighter AU

🎅 I met Santa before (alt first meeting fic)

🤕 5+1 Tarlos Whump (lemme know if you prefer TK or Carlos whump)

🌈 Drabbles (yes, the ones you voted for a while back 😅 if you remember which one you voted for feel free to add it - Poll 1 & Poll 2)

Now here's something new: if you want, please add either a 💚 or a 💙 to your ask - both hearts stand for fics I need to finish but can't share anything about before the posting date. But you'll get a heart in return to let you know that the 100 words were written thanks to you 😘

Tagging:

@chaotictarlos, @detective-giggles, @heartstringsduet, @catanisspicy, @carlos-in-glasses, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @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

[guardian-angle22]

Glad to find another soul who is not enjoying the Carlo whump / serial killer storyline. It’s really not my thing and all I can hope for is maybe some good tarlos scenes next episode.

Also I haven’t watched the whole episode ( and don’t plan to) but is the Iris storyline over? Like the annulment thing will happen, but she got kidnapped and Carlos saved her and that’s it right? Is her role over in the show?

Yeah, serial killer stuff is just too much for me personally. I was overwhelmed with those kinds of stories when I was growing up with my conservative parents cause that’s all they watched were shows like Criminal Minds and I think it really messed with my head in a way back then. I had to distance myself from shows like it. How I became this obsessed with a procedural show when I have such an aversion to cops/fbi/violent crime shows is so fucking beyond me lmao. But I can accept that this is just an aspect that the show is exploring that I need to personally stay away from and I might skip next week if I need to when we get there. It is what it is 🤷🏻‍♀️

So in regards to Iris, I would say it’s largely undetermined? I assume the Iris marriage aspect of this is over because she agreed to an annulment and they probably will mention off-hand in another episode about the annulment having gone through or something, that’s easily enough wrapped up at this point... but I don’t know what the show is going to do with her character after this. Next episode could have her involved in the search for Carlos, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they have some kind of talk between them after he’s found as some kind of heart to heart about their past since it’s been mentioned he has to reckon with his past? and that hasn’t really been seen yet imo. But going forward, I have no idea what they plan to do with her character. I know some people love her but if they add her to the main cast I will absolutely scream. This cast is already so large and they struggle so much with juggling proper screen time for everyone, they don’t need to add even more people to the juggling act.

[nine-one-wanton]

Make me write ✍️

Rules: Send me an emoji (ask) corresponding to the WIP and I'I write 3 sentences for each emoji and share it. My wips are below:

🎄- Breathing (Both Ways): my primary bucktommy WIP. Working on a chapter where they are attending the LAFD Winter Ball.

🔥 - Untitled bucktommy whump week WIP. Guess I need to make them suffer?

🧳 - Untitled bucktommy/tarlos WIP: this is probably nuts and should not see the light of day. But I sure am working on it anyway 😬

🏷️: @30somethingautisticteacher @bangpop91 @do-androids-dream-ao3acc @girlwonder-writes @judymarch15 @perfectlysunny02 @rdng1230 @sunnywithachanceofbi

[ramblingdisaster73]

14, 26, 30 😊

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

I don’t think so. I love finding new writers to love (both in published original work & in fanfic). I think that if I had stuck to only a few trusted writers I would have missed out on so many great reads. I am probably less likely to read something from a newer writer than a BNF when it comes to tropes that I am not a huge fan of, especially something along the lines of my main ship and being poly. I know that I will be seeing that BNF on my dash all day/week/month long – but that new writer – I might only see them once (I get that I am in the minority on this). The newer writers need to know that people enjoy their writing just as much as the BNF – but so many more people will scroll on by the newer writer, to only read the BNF (for this reason – the number of kudos a fic has, has absolutely no bearing on what I read – so many fics get passed over by people only willing to read the BNFs). -sorry, I got off track – but think it still applies.

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

I think depends on what I am writing. If I am writing TK angst – especially emotional or mental angst – little to no dialogue lets me dig deep into what is going on in his head. I can really get into it, but when I have to add a bunch of dialogue – it can easily lose some of what is in my head – it is easier to do introspection without out dialogue (and season 4 of LS has given me plenty of need for introspection). BUT – when I am writing something lighthearted – I love to use a lot of dialogue – the goofier the better.

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

I think that the first fic I do with a new (to me) idea is me going out of my comfort zone – the hardest were whump & smut. I was comfortable with writing the follow up of whump – but not the actual whump – until a Tarlos whump week. I did a ton of medical research, talked to my stepson’s mom (she is a RN & now teaches nursing), and did a whole lot of hoping that it would turn out ok. It also helped me get more comfortable with angst of all sorts (and how fun it can be to write)

I have been reading romance novels since I was like 12, so reading smut has never bothered me – but writing it was a whole other story. There is something intimate about writing smut that feels like you are giving more of yourself to the fic than in some other situations – It was hard for me to see past that. To see that it is words on a page, ones that I can use my own experience with to make more real. That I don’t really have to be the one experiencing it to write it. Now, I think it is fun, just like real life smut. Plus – my husband doesn’t exactly have an issue being my test dummy when needed. Writing both Whump & Smut have made me enjoy the process of writing more, be more creative & open minded, think outside the box more often. Which is great and has led me to my current fic – which I am having SO MUCH FUN writing.

[tarlos-spain]

Don't stop dreaming just because you had a nightmare

Acknowledgments: Thanks so much to my betas @lire-casander @morganaspendragonss @chaotictarlos that made me this fantastic banner.

Chapter 02

TK woke up in a hospital room, in a silence broken only by the machines controlling his body. Carlos was sitting next to him, his healthy hand in his, kissing and caressing his. Next to him was Andrea, rosary in hand, praying softly, while Owen had sat on the other side of the bed and was staring out the window, stroking hs arm.

TK rolled over in bed but protested as he felt the intense pain in too many parts of his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, looking for a position that would be more comfortable and not make him want to cry and finally his brain decided to wake up and allowed him to open his eyes.

No one said anything at first, they had been told to give him time. The shock was severe enough that he was groggy at first.

So they waited.

"Carlos..."

"Ty, my boy..." Carlos walked over to the bed and smiled.

"What... those people... the ones who... me..." TK tried to stir again and that brought back the pain in his abdomen and made his insides burn with the senesation that incandescent irons were being thrust into him. "Hmmm Carlos... dad... It hurts so much."

"I know, son, that's why you need to stay calm and move as little as possible." Owen told him. "I'm going to let the doctors know you're awake in case they want to..."

"No please...Dad, don't try...please. I want to sleep."

"Ty, babe, we need you to stay awake a little longer. The doctors want to run a couple of tests on you and then you can sleep again, I promise." Carlos told him, sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his boyfriend's cheek. "Besides, your eyes are too pretty and I missed them."

TK loved it when Carlos got cheesy and said those tacky things. He smiled and and made an effort not to laugh, because he knew the pain would come later. But Carlos got his point across and just for that alone he stared at him.

"That's..."

"Carlos... it hurts..."

"I know, my love, that's why we asked also doctors to put you on an adequate dose of painkillers enough to make you feel good but not pose any problem."

TK trusted his life to Carlos with his eyes closed, so as much as the thought of being on any kind of drugs or substances, no matter how much they would take away his pain, scared him, he knew Carlos would do anything to help him

"Is there anything you need mijo." Andrea asked him and TK shook his head. He just wanted to sleep and forget and since the latter wasn't possible, sleep would be enough.

But Owen called his doctor and three people came into the room. Too many people, he didn't like it, it made him suddenly uncomfortable when there were so many people around him, especially when they were strangers.

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[tarlosweeklyprompts]

Tarlos Whump Week: Oct. 30 - Nov. 5

Hello all! This November Tarlos Weekly Prompts will be hosting a TARLOS WHUMP WEEK! Thank you to everyone who answered the survey and all of the ideas you shared! I tried to work in a lot that you guys suggested!

There aren't many rules for this, just the ones that we always have on the blog for the prompts.

The work has to be Tarlos centric but can include other characters.

All work must be properly rated and have appropriate warnings.

Accepted works: fic's, moodboards, fanart, gifs

Please no content that contains incest or glorification of topics such as sexual assault / rape / suicide etc. (This topics may be written about seeing as Tarlos are first responders but please refrain from glorifying these acts.)

All works must be new works.

You can pair up the prompts with other challenges.

Prompts will be posted daily between Oct. 30 - Nov. 5. (and the prompt list is below.) Each day will have TWO choices for you to write for. You can pick one or both to write about.

TWP has a discord! Message the blog for details about it!

If you have any questions just ask!

Please tag fic's with #TWPWhumpWeek22 and tag us in the fic's please!

Fic posting starts on October 30, 2022

PROMPTS

Sunday, Oct. 30 Prompts:

TARLOS WHUMP: Owen ruins Tarlos rehearsal dinner and TK tells Owen not to come to the wedding.

TARLOS WHUMP: TK and Carlos get kidnapped together.

Monday, Oct. 31 Prompts:

TK STRAND WHUMP: "What do you mean TK never made it there? I saw him leave a half hour ago - he should be there."

CARLOS REYES WHUMP: Carlos is presumed dead. The problem? His body is missing and TK doesn't believe he's really dead.

Tuesday, Nov 1 Prompts:

CARLOS REYES WHUMP: Carlos being the reckless one and getting hurt.

CARLOS REYES WHUMP: Delayed trauma reaction/PTSD to TK almost dying in the ice storm

Wednesday, Nov 2 Prompts:

TARLOS WHUMP: Car Crash

TARLOS WHUMP: Adoption falling through

Thursday, Nov 3 Prompts:

TK STRAND WHUMP: Ambulance Crash

TK STRAND WHUMP: TK gets poisoned.

Friday, Nov 4 Prompts:

TK STRAND WHUMP: Broken Ribs

CARLOS REYES WHUMP: Carlos gets sick.

Saturday, Nov 5 Prompts:

TARLOS WHUMP: Pick an episode with a main Tarlos storyline and make it whumpier (for example: what if TK had relapsed after Gwyn died)

TARLOS WHUMP: Carlos getting hurt and TK not being able to help.

[milael-blog]

This fic is for Tarlos Whump Week Day 4 hosted by @tarlosweeklyprompts

Summary :

"Who would be able to end up in an accident while being driven to the hospital for appendicitis?"

The answer is easy to find.

[rangergurlgleek1211]

Hey all thought id share a sneak peak from one of my @tarlosweeklyprompts whump week fics. enjoy 😘

TK smiles as Carlos speaks about their weekend away. He’s excited to spend a few days away with his fiancé. “I just wish it was Friday already, that's all. I can’t wait to spend four days away with you. The cabin is calling our names and, well, a few other things might be going through my mind.” TK wiggles his eyebrows, making Carlos laugh.

“I hate to spend the night without you but the quicker you get going the quicker the shift will be over and done with,” Carlos reminds him. TK knows Carlos is right but he doesn’t want to admit it. He just wants to spend the night snuggled up in bed with Carlos.

As TK hesitates, he can feel Carlos give him a gentle nudge in the direction of the loft door before leaning in and kissing him again. “But I just wanna stay home with you, snuggled up in bed,” TK whines, telling Carlos his thoughts with a pout. Carlos just gives him a look which TK interprets instantly. Finally realising how childish he is, he groans. “Urgggh, you're right. Hopefully I’ll see you in the morning before your shift starts. Enjoy your evening.” TK smiles as he walks towards the door and pulls it open, Carlos following close behind. ”I’ll message you once I get to work,” TK promises as he leans in for one last kiss. “I love you.” 

[sapphire11]

After yesterday's Ronen's ig post I vote for AMBULANCE CRASH 🙈

Hi Anon!!

OMG that IG post was hilarious. 🤣 I love the shenanigans.

I'm struggling with coming up with a good original fic idea for the ambulance crash prompt ... if you have one you'd like me to write please send it to me!! 🙏💛

[detective-giggles]

Back to Square One

My contribution to @tarlosweeklyprompts whump week for the prompt Adoption Falling Through. I’m also using this as a fill for @badthingshappenbingo Crying Themselves to Sleep. Word Count: 1376 Warnings: The prompt says it all; but in this fic TK and Carlos deal with a failed adoption attempt.  This fic has been in the works for a while, but whump week finally gave me the motivation to finish it.  T- thank you for the beta! I appreciate you taking the time to make this fic as angsty as possible! hahaha. 

***

Carlos lets out a heavy sigh, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight enough to turn his knuckles white.  The car seat sits empty in the back, a reminder of everything that should have been and everything they had lost, again.  Every time Carlos catches a glimpse of it in the mirror, he thinks he’s going to be sick. TK has been oddly silent on the drive home from the hospital which has been both a blessing and a curse.

He knows that TK is restless. He can see it in the anxious way he moves, tapping his foot against the floorboard and gnawing on the strings of his hoodie, hands twisting in his lap instead of one sitting comfortably in Carlos’ like normal

Carlos desperately wishes he knew what to say that could fix this. Something that could make him feel okay about this awful situation they are in, but with Carlos feeling the same, heavy sadness, how could he when he still felt so empty himself?

Carlos pulls the car into the driveway and kills the ignition. “Look, TK-” 

He fights back tears as TK opens the door and climbs out of the car. TK slams the door a little harder than necessary and Carlos sighs and worries that TK’s going to make them wallow in their pain without the other to lean on - before he realizes TK is waiting for him. 

He slides out of the car and makes his way to his husband. TK reaches for his hand, grabbing it tightly like it’s a lifeline, and together they make their way up the walkway. He squeezes Carlos’ hand as they walk, a silent I love you. I need you.

Carlos is prepared for TK to head straight to bed when they get inside. He is not prepared, however, to be greeted at his front door by his parents and Owen, presenting gifts and looking every part of the Proud Grandparents. 

TK takes one look around the impromptu party, face falling even more, and freezes for just a second before making a beeline for the stairs. Carlos watches helplessly as TK takes the stairs two at a time and then disappears, slamming the door behind him. He winces as the sound echoes in the now silent space, itching to join TK and hide from the world.

He starts to follow and then stops, turning to face all three of their parents. “I’m sorry,” he says automatically.

“Carlitos… what happened?” Andrea asks and pulls him in close, wrapping him in a hug. 

“I don’t want to talk about it right now. I- we just- I’m sorry, I need to go.”

“Of course. Go be with TK,” Andrea says. “We’ll clean up here and let ourselves out,” she offers as she presses a gentle kiss to her son’s cheek.

“Thank you.” Carlos hurries up the stairs without looking back.

“TK, baby?” Carlos pushes open the door and finds TK curled up under their blankets, holding a stuffed bumble bee that should have belonged to their daughter.

“I…can’t do this again.” TK’s words feel like a punch to the gut and Carlos tries to fight against the nausea as the reality of what TK said sinks in. He doesn’t blame TK for feeling this way, but he also wishes he didn’t. They still have a chance to have the family they want.

Carlos swallows hard, “TK, we don’t have to make any decisions right now. Everything is still so fresh and-”

TK shakes his head. “Carlos, I’m sorry. But I can’t.” He looks down, unable to meet Carlos’ gaze.

“TK, sweetheart, I…” Carlos pulls TK close and nods. He rubs TK’s back and presses a kiss to his crown. He can feel TK’s tears soak into his shirt. He wants to cry too, to mourn the family he’ll never have but TK needs him right now, so he stays silent.

“Yeah, okay, I understand,” Carlos says finally. He doesn’t understand, but he’s already watched TK’s heart shatter and he’ll do anything to make sure it doesn’t happen again.  He wouldn’t put TK through this pain again if TK didn’t want to try. His husband’s mental health and happiness meant more to him right now than any could be family they would have. 

Eventually TK’s sobs quiet to hiccups and soon he drifts off into, what Carlos assumes will be, a fitful sleep. 

Carlos slips out of bed and makes his way toward the staircase. The door to the nursery is cracked and he pauses in the doorway, leaning heavily against the door frame.

The room is stuffed full of everything they would have needed for the new baby. Some stuff was new, some things were hand-me-downs. Carlos wasn’t even sure what was in all the boxes. He knew one thing, however, every item in that room was gifted with so much love.

He sighs, defeated. Numb. He wants to be angry; he wants to be able to blame someone. But instead, there’s the empty hollowness of his dreams slipping through his fingertips. His stomach flips and he feels nauseous again; his heart pounds as he thinks about all they need to do to turn the nursery back into a functional guest room.

Carlos turns and, against his better judgment, sends his fist flying into the door jamb. He regrets it almost immediately; pain explodes in his hand and radiates into his wrist and arm, but it doesn’t compare to the pain in his heart. 

“Damn it,” he mutters. There’s a red smear from where the skin on his knuckles split upon impact and it’s already starting to swell.

Carlos slams the door behind him and hurries to the staircase, putting as much distance as he can between himself and the room.

He grabs an ice pack from the freezer and drops into a chair gingerly placing the ice pack over his throbbing knuckles. He stares at the wound, wishing that it could be the thing that helps him forget the sorrow that’s taken root in his heart. He would give anything to feel something other than the heartache that he knows will stick with him for weeks, if not months.

He nearly jumps out of the chair when he feels a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Let me see,” TK urges.

“It’s fine. I promise there’s no hole in the wall.”

“I’m more worried about your hand,” TK tells him, holding out his hand. “Come on.”

Carlos takes TK’s hand in his and lets TK lead him to the bathroom.  He closes the toilet lid and sits. TK takes a peek at his hand and then rummages around in the cabinet for their first aid kit. 

He’s silent as he digs through the overly-stuffed plastic box and starts setting supplies aside.

“I’m sorry, TK, you shouldn’t have to take care of me right now.”

“That’s what we do. Take care of each other,” TK says simply. 

Carlos watches silently as TK cleans and bandages his wounds, then pokes at his hand a bit. Carlos winces when he hits a tender spot. 

“Sorry, babe. You’re lucky, I don’t think anything’s broken. You’ll just be sore for a bit. But definitely keep some ice on it to keep the swelling down.”

“Okay,” Carlos says meekly. TK hands back the partially melted ice pack and Carlos holds it against his hand. 

“You know, I-”

“TK, I know you’re hurting right now. And I’m sorry. I’d do anything to make this better. But please don’t give up on us.”

“Baby, I’m not giving up on us. Look, Carlos, we’ve only been married a couple of years. Let’s just enjoy this, enjoy us. And then, in a few years, maybe we can try again?” 

Carlos nods, slowly, “So you’re not saying no?” 

“I’m not saying no,” TK promises. “And if an opportunity arises in the meantime, we’ll revisit this, okay?” 

Carlos lets out a tiny snort. “What, you think a kid is just going to drop into our lap?” 

“You never know,” TK says. “Now, come on. You probably need some fresh ice. And I think I need some junk food.”

Carlos shakes his head and reaches for TK, pulling his husband down onto his lap. “All I need is you.”

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When you’re just trying to read some fluff fic before bed but it’s all angst everywhere.

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📓 TKWhump

Hey friend 😊 so I'm currently going through all my old asks to see what all I have to catch up on (and oh god, it's a lot 😅) and yours caught my attention especially because it was part of a game and I thought I had answered all asks I had received. It was this one:

Send me a 📓 emoji + one more emoji or a word and I’ll tell you about a fic idea I’ve been daydreaming about

Now I don't know if I missed yours - in which case, I'm really sorry - or if tumblr had swallowed it? But anyway 😊 a TK Whump idea coming right up for you:

Aside from many other projects, I'm working on a 5+1 Tarlos Whump fic and two parts of it will be TK Whump with the other three obviously being Carlos Whump and the +1 is a surprise. All sections are based on squares from my various bingo cards (not me just trying to get as many bingo squares done in one fic as possible) and one of those squares is Heat Stroke. Now, with Carlos being the responsible adult he is and also being a true Texan... that square had to fall to our danger magnet and general "no, no, I'm fine"-patient TK.

It's important to note that there's a difference between Heat Stroke and Heat Exhaustion - and when people talk about a heat stroke they often just mean heat exhaustion. Because if it really was a heat stroke, you should be in hospital!

Anyway, the idea is that it's a hot Sunday at the Reyes family ranch, and TK's outside, playing with the kids, and for one reason or another, he hasn't been able to drink as much all day as he should have. He's also still exhausted from a long week of brutal shifts, so his body isn't as strong as always, and food hasn't been served yet, he's also exhausting himself by playing with a wild bunch of kids... all that combined leads to him overheating and suffering from heat exhaustion.

Of course, when Carlos realizes he's worried out of his mind and the entire Reyes family fusses over TK, some going, "Oh no, he has a heat stroke!" To which TK - paramedic and dork that he is - slurs a reply of, "no, no, don't worry, is just heat exhaustion, not heat stroke, I'm good."

Obviously, Carlos' reply to that is a fond eye-roll as he maneuvers his husband inside and does all the things his paramedic husband tells him will help: cooler room, lots of water, "oh, and babe, a cold shower will help." And this is how TK and Carlos end up showering together on the Reyes family ranch with the full knowledge of everyone present... because Carlos needs to help him, obviously, what other reason could there be 😏

So, my dear friend, this is one of the fics I'm working on right now and a scene I've had on my mind for a while - I hope you like it 😊