#tk comforting carlos

[lonestardust]

"It's Okay" TK comforting Carlos through hardships; 2x12 -> 3x08 -> 4x01 -> 4x04.

[guardian-angle22]

911: Lone Star | Tarlos Neck Kisses (S1 -> S4)

[letthewhumpbegin]

911 Lone Star, s2e8

[nisbanisba]

Hey does anyone want to give me prompts for Tarlos sickfic or other super fluffy hurt/comfort? I have a lot of spare time rn because I got laid off a few weeks back*, I have a few ideas but nothing that’s really calling to me. I prefer to hurt Carlos (BECAUSE IM LOVE HIM) and have Caretaker TK but I could hurt TK if Carlos also needs a lot of emotional support!! Regardless everyone will get SO MANY hugs and head rubs!! Submit to my asks if you have ideas?? I also love involving other members of the 126 fam!! Open to AUs too.

((Personal note :I’ve always written sick fics in my head, and written a few down when I was much younger, but I was in autistic burnout for years from my former career (left in 2020) and didn’t have enough spoons leftover for writing for fun until this year. And now the government will pay me to write fluffy huggy hurt/comfort fanfiction and I just feel like we all could use it?

*(but don’t feel bad! my unemployment payments are enough to live frugally on for a little bit so right now im only looking hard enough to maintain eligibility)

So far I’ve written:

I can’t tell one from another (did I find you or you find me) Carlos gets a bad case of the flu. TK cuddles him back to health. Nancy & Tommy make a cameo.

Make Us Be Brave

TK thinks Carlos is too sick to be working. Grace thinks so too, but she'll help him solve a murder anyway. Judd is there to keep TK's head from exploding. Charlie and Andrea stop by for hugs. (AU in which the network paid Sierra what she's worth and Grace didn't leave. otherwise canon compliant through 5x04)

Can you please reblog for reach? Tagging a few moots, I hope yall don’t mind, feel free to just ignore or shoot me in the face or whatever

@chicgeekgirl89 @carlos-in-glasses @eclectic-sassycoweyes @henrygrass @freneticfloetry @tevantarlos @literateowl @the-126-family @lemonlyman-dotcom @thisbuildinghasfeelings @emsprovisions @bonheur-cafe @sapphic--kiwi i @pimento-playing-hopscotch thank you so much, let's have some hurt comforty goodness.

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[1heartfanfics]

Carlos has PTSD after 4x04 part 2.

~spoilers~

"Dude," Nancy said, reaching over to nudge T.K. as she pulled the ambulance into the bay of the station.

"Huh?" T.K. asked, looking up from his phone. "What?" he asked when Nancy didn't say anything. She finished parking and then nodded her toward something. Confused, T.K. looked over to where she was gesturing.

"Shit," he muttered, realizing what she'd been trying to tell him.

Carlos was sitting at the table in the stations dining area. What was he doing here?

Despite insisting that T.K. go back to work, he knew that Carlos struggled while he was gone. Especially after dark. Most nights T.K. would come home to find Carlos anxiously pacing the apartment or bouncing his legs nervously at the kitchen counter, unshed tears welling in his eyes.

But Carlos barely went anywhere these days, even with T.K. Aside from his weekly therapy sessions and the occasional walk around the block with T.K. he just stayed at the apartment. He certainly hadn't driven himself anywhere since everything happened.

"Is that Carlos?" Tommy asked, poking her head up from the back of the rig as Nancy finished parking.

"Yes," Nancy answered when T.K. didn't say anything. His thoughts were racing, trying to think of what might have happened that was bad enough for Carlos to come here.

"Is everything okay?" Tommy glanced back and forth between T.K. and Nancy, trying to figure out what was going on.

T.K. hadn't really told anyone how bad things were. Carlos hadn't wanted people to know. Nancy was the only one who had some idea, because she was the person T.K. worked most closely with, and she'd always been able to tell when T.K. was lying.

"I don't know..." Nancy trailed off, both of them watching as T.K. hopped down out of the rig, heading quickly over to Carlos.

Judd was sitting at the table opposite Carlos, while his Dad leaned back against the counter. They both looked over at T.K. as he approached, their faces asking 'what's going on?'.

Carlos was staring down at his hands in his lap, one leg bouncing quickly. But T.K. knew that wasn't what they were concerned about. He knew they were looking at the dark circles under Carlos's eyes and how gaunt his face looked from the weight he'd lost, unable to eat much most days.

"Hey Carlos, your boy's here," Judd said, as T.K. got close.

Carlos's head snapped up, turning to look at T.K. as he walked toward the table. He fumbled over himself to scoot the chair back and stand.

"T.K.?" Carlos's voice shook, and T.K. knew he was close to tears.

"Baby," T.K. said softly, reaching out toward Carlos as he closed the distance between them.

As T.K. grabbed Carlos's shoulder to pull him into a hug Carlos let out a sob. He immediately pressed himself against T.K., arms circling tightly around his back, face pressed into his shoulder.

"Okay, okay. I've got you baby," T.K. murmured in Carlos's ear, keeping one arm wrapped tightly around Carlos's waist while the other hand moved to tangle in Carlos's curls, something that always helped calm him down.

Judd and Owen were both watching, looking at T.K. with confusion and concern written on their faces. 'Is he okay?' Owen mouthed. T.K. just shook his head. He'd have to explain later.

"C'mon love, let's go upstairs," T.K. said, pulling Carlos away from him slightly. He kept one arm wrapped around his waist, leading him through the kitchen and up the stairs to their bunks with a hand on his hip.

When they stepped into the bunkroom, Marjan, Paul, and Mateo all looked up from where they'd been chatting on Marjan's bunk. Their expression quickly changed from excited to worried when they saw Carlos pressed against T.K.'s side, crying into his shoulder.

Marjan opened her mouth to say something, but quickly stopped when T.K. gave a quick shake of his head. Then he silently led Carlos over to his bunk, helping him sit down at the edge of the bed.

Hushed voices came from the other side of the bunkroom as T.K.'s colleagues spoke. Carlos jumped, eyes going wide as he looked around the room.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, just look at me alright? Eyes on me," T.K. said, crouching down in front of Carlos and taking both hands in his.

Out of the corner of his eye, T.K. saw the three firefighters leaving the bunkroom. Mateo caught his eye for just a second as he pulled the door shut behind them. T.K. wondered what Nancy had told him, because unlike everyone else he seemed to have a look of understanding.

"Breathe baby, you're safe here," T.K. said, turning his full attention back to Carlos. He took in a slow, deep breath, modeling for Carlos to follow.

"Hey there," T.K. said once Carlos had taken a few good slow breaths. He moved from his crouched position in front of Carlos to sit next to him on the bed.

"I-I'm sorry, for coming here, I just-" Carlos started shakily.

"Baby don't. You are always welcome here," T.K. cut him off, reaching over to cup Carlos's cheek in his hand, turning his face toward him. "Always," he said again, ducking his head to meet Carlos's eyes.

"I just needed to see you," Carlos whispered, tears starting to spill down his cheeks again.

"I'm right here," T.K. said. He took Carlos's face in both of his hands, swiping the tears away with his thumbs as they fell. Carlos leaned forward to press his forehead to T.K.'s.

They stayed that way for a few minutes, until T.K. pulled away. He silently maneuvered them so T.K. was leaned back against the wall behind his bunk with Carlos curled up against his chest.

The bunkroom door opened, and his Dad peaked his head in. Thankfully Carlos didn't notice, but T.K. shook his head. Silently asking his Dad not to come in. Owen nodded in understanding, but he lingered in the doorway. T.K. gave a small shrug and a wince. They'd talk later. For now he just needed to take care of Carlos.

[rainbowskittle]

Tarlos (TK and Carlos | 9-1-1 Lone Star) Spin off??? I got better idea .. they join 118!! So we can see Tarlos and Buddie (Buck and Eddie | 9-1-1) hang out!! That’s all I want !!!

Pride Parade

Queer Bar

Just hanging out

Anything with them all together pleaseee!

Saw it shared Ronen Rubinstein (who plays TK) in video said Tarlos might have a spin off? I don’t know the source or where it went I lost it! But he was on stage with Gavin McHugh (Christopher on 9-1-1) so looks like a convention panel thing recently?? If you have the video share to this post I want to see it again??! Thanks !!

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TARLOS ANGSTY SMUT FIC:

"It Doesn't Have to be Perfect"

Summary:

It was their anniversary and TK was more than prepared to celebrate it with his boyfriend. He was looking forward to their celebratory events tonight. It had to be perfect for him. For Carlos.

So, why was this feeling slowly nestling in his mind starting to tell him otherwise?

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My first Tarlos fic AND my first time writing smut, so I hope everyone enjoys it. Feel free to leave comments after reading it I'd love to hear what everyone thinks!

[rangersoup]

When It Grows Dark: Chapter 2

TK stands at the back doors of the ambulance; it’s empty now. Still and cold and empty. The only thing left inside are the nightmares painted in the vivid dulling red of Carlos’s blood that’s smeared on every stark grey wall and staining the floor in solidifying puddles. Trash liters the floor and occupies every horizontal surface. Wrappers from gauze, from chest seals that didn’t seem to want to stick, from the bags of fluids and whole blood, from the suction tubing, from the tube Tommy used to intubate his husband after his body finally decided to give up on trying to breathe through all the blood and air filling his chest. Not a single one made it into the trash can. In fact, the small blue trash can in the back corner is the only thing untouched, undisturbed by what’s just unfolded in its home.

He tries to take it all in, but even it seems just as abstract and distant as everything else. He’s not sure what he’s doing back out here, why he’s standing here in face of all the horrors that have just occurred, or what it was that possessed him and took him away from everything waiting for him inside the hospital. By all rights he shouldn’t be here. He should be inside, waiting for news along with everyone else. He didn’t consciously decide to come back out here, it’s just where his legs carried him, where they always carry him. It is here that he always seems to come back to. After every bad run, every crushing defeat, every blood soaked nightmare, he always ends up back here, staring at the same four faded grey walls. His world has come crashing down around him, the very ground beneath his feet doesn’t even feel solid or real. He feels like he’s floating, barely hanging onto the earth, like the slightest breeze might carry him away. But this, the vacant ambulance sitting dormant with its doors hanging open how he left them- he never leaves them open- this is real. This is tangible. A comfort in some ways. It’s something to come back to. Something safe. Somewhere to hide away with all his secrets and agonies. It will keep them and hold them for him so that maybe he can let them go.

OR: TK has done everything he can to save Carlos, and now matters are out of his hands. He must wait.

Read on AO3: Chapter 1; Chapter 2

Tagging interested parties: @annoyingcloudearthquake @futures-tense

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[lonestardust]

Carlos doing His Thing.

[guardian-angle22]

911 LONE STAR REWATCH 2024 -> 3.08 parallel for @goldenskykaysani

[letthewhumpbegin]

911 Lone Star, s1e8

[nisbanisba]

I can’t tell one from another (did I find you or you find me) Now FINISHED on AO3. A mostly plotless Tarlos sickfic with lots of cuddles and banter and a little angst for flavor.

“Hi, baby,” TK whispers, sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing Carlos’ duvet-covered back. “How are you holding up?”

Carlos takes a second to come back to himself a bit, shuddering. “Freezing,” he finally manages. “Can I have more blankets?”

Carlos is radiating heat even through the layers of blankets. TK frowns and moves his hand up to cup Carlos’ cheek, brushing the back of his other hand against his forehead, then cheek, then the side of his neck. “Baby, I don’t think so,” he apologizes as Carlos pouts and leans his face into the touch. “You’re on fire. Let me take your temp and then I’ll get you more meds and water.”

Carlos attempts some combination of a glare and pleading cow eyes, but the effect is lessened by the unfocused haze in the aforementioned eyes, as well as the fact that he can barely keep them open. Nearly swayed nonetheless, TK rubs Carlos’ scalp soothingly before pressing a gentle kiss to his hot temple. “My poor baby,” he murmurs. “You’ll feel better. I promise.”

[1heartfanfics]

I'm not going anywhere

Carlos is initially pleasantly surprised when he sees T.K.'s car parked in front of their apartment, excited to see him after a long day. But his excitement quickly turns to worry when he remembers that T.K. should still be on shift for another four hours.

His worry increases when he steps into the apartment, which is quiet and dark except for the light and faint sound from the TV, which is playing an episode of friends, T.K.'s comfort show.

"T.K.?" he asks cautiously, stepping around the side of the couch. Carlos finds T.K. curled up under a blanket, pale and shaking.

"Carlos," T.K. breaths out, one hand emerging from under the blanket to reach for him. Carlos takes T.K.'s hand in one of his, squeezing it gently.

"You sick baby?" he asks, sitting down on the coffee table across from T.K. and reaching out to feel his forehead, surprised to not feel any signs of a fever.

T.K. shakes his head, but his eyes are shiny with tears. Carlos frowns, "What's wrong then? Did something happen?" he asks.

The only answer he gets is a sob. Carlos quickly moves to sit on the couch in front of T.K., gathering him up into his arms. He still has no idea what's going on but he holds T.K. tightly as he cries into Carlos's chest. Carlos can feel him shaking against him.

"Shh shh, I've got you," Carlos whispers, kissing T.K.'s head as he rocks them gently back and forth.

It takes a few minutes, but slowly T.K.'s sobs turn to silent tears, which turn to gasping breaths and sniffles, and eventually he's quiet. Carlos holds him for a moment longer, before pulling back slightly to look at T.K.

"Think you can talk to me? Tell me what happened?" Carlos asks, rubbing his hands up and down T.K.'s arms.

T.K. shakes his head quickly, eyes going wide. He looks so small, so afraid. Something awful must have happened, but he clearly wasn't ready to talk about it.

Carlos sighs, "Baby you're still shaking," he says gently.

"M'cold," T.K. nods.

"How about a nice warm shower?" Carlos suggests. He isn't sure why T.K. would be so cold in their cozy apartment in the absence of a fever, but figures the shower might help nonetheless.

"Okay," T.K. quietly agrees. He lets Carlos help him stand and lead him up the stairs to their bathroom. Carlos notices how stiffly he's moving, the permanent wince on his face.

"Here, sit for a second," Carlos motions for T.K. sit on the closed toilet lid while he turns on the water and adjusts it to be warm enough. Then he comes back over to T.K. to hep him get undressed.

Although Carlos has already started to expect an injury (because what else would get T.K. sent home in the middle of a shift?), he still gasps when he lifts T.K.'s shirt and sees the dark purple bruises littered across his chest and his sides.

"Baby..." Carlos breaths out.

T.K. doesn't say anything, just looks up at Carlos with sad, watery eyes. Carlos wants to ask questions. Wants to press T.K. to find out what happened. But he knows that will only make him shut down more.

So instead he presses a gentle kiss to T.K.'s forehead, then helps him out of his clothes, and into the shower as carefully as he can. T.K. sinks down to sit on the floor of the bathtub, leaning against the side.

Wordlessly, Carlos kneels down next to the tub, reaching over to grab T.K.'s bar of soap. He gently washes T.K.'s body, careful as he goes over the bruises, although T.K. still winces each time. Then he moves on to T.K.'s hair, massaging in some shampoo then rinsing it out, careful not to get water in his eyes. By the time Carlos is finished, T.K.'s eyes are closed, his body more relaxed.

"You feeling warmer?" Carlos asks.

"Hmm," T.K. hums in response. But the stiffness in his body is gone and the shaking has stilled.

"I'm going to go get you some clean clothes and then I'll be right back," Carlos says, running his hands through T.K.'s wet hair one more time before standing.

In their bedroom, he grabs a t-shirt and pair of sweats of his own for T.K. to wear. But before heading back to the bathroom he grabs his phone.

'What the hell happened???' he quickly texts Marjan.

She responds back almost immediately, 'Responded to a rafting accident with several vics. One of them panicked as T.K. was pulling them out and he ended up in the water. Took us a minute to get to him and get him out'

Shit. Carlos closes his eyes, taking a forced deep breath. No wonder T.K. was so cold. And no wonder he's not talking. He already had somewhat of a phobia around bodies of water after going in the ice rescuing that kid last year.

Carlos sets his phone down and quickly returns to the bathroom. He helps T.K. out of the shower and gets him all dried off and dressed in his clothes.

"Come on, let's get in bed," Carlos says, holding his hand out to T.K to help him up. T.K. silently takes his hand, letting himself be led to their bedroom and ushered under the covers. Carlos disappears, leaving T.K. alone in bed, already starting to feel cold again.

Carlos reappears a moment later with a glass of water and some ibuprofen. T.K. hesitates, taking pills of any kind makes him nervous, even if they're harmless.

"You're in pain Ty, it's okay," Carlos says, reading T.K.'s mind.

T.K. sighs, nodding, before he accepts the pills from Carlos and quickly swallows them before he can rethink it. His whole body hurts and he knows he needs something if he wants any chance of sleeping.

As T.K. lays back down, Carlos crawls in behind him, pressing himself against T.K.'s back and wrapping an arm around his waist to hold him close.

"Don't know if I'll be able to sleep," T.K. whispers into the dark a few minutes later.

He can't turn his mind off, probably replaying what happened over and over in his mind. Carlos has been there, he knows. Not to mention that he must be hurting physically too.

"How long were you in the water?" he asks. As much as T.K. might not want to, he probably needs to talk about it, get it out.

"Who told you?" T.K. asks.

"Marjan," Carlos answers. He feels T.K. shiver, and pulls him slightly closer to his own body, hoping to share some of his body heat.

T.K. is silent for a while. Long enough that Carlos is starting to wonder if he'd fallen asleep after all.

"I don't know. Felt like a long time," he finally answers.

"That must have been so scary," Carlos says softly.

T.K. goes quiet for a few minutes again. "I couldn't breath... I didn't think I was going to make it out," T.K.'s voice shakes as he speaks.

"I'm so glad that you did," Carlos says, resisting the urge to squeeze T.K. to avoid putting pressure on his many bruises.

"I was so scared I'd never see you again," T.K. whispers, voice breaking.

"I'm right here, and you're okay," Carlos reassures him.

Minutes go by, but T.K. doesn't say anything else. Hopefully he can get some sleep, but Carlos needs one more answer first.

"You got checked out right?" he asks. He's sure that Owen would have made him at least get looked over by the medics before being sent home, but just to be sure...

"Yeah, Tommy said I was okay to go home," T.K. answers, "Probably bruised some ribs but nothings broken, no head injury, no internal injuries," he rattles off.

"Okay, good," Carlos breaths out a sigh, feeling at least a little relieved. "Try to sleep now okay? You must be exhausted," he continues, giving T.K.'s shoulder a careful squeeze.

"Hmm, yeah," T.K. mutters, "Stay?" he asks.

"Of course Ty, I'm not going anywhere,"

[taralaurel]

(Art by the wonderful @chaotictarlos)

Title: just coffee

Relationship: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand

Rating: T for themes

Word Count: 4.9k

Summary:

TK Strand just wanted coffee. Carlos Reyes just wanted to catch the suspect fleeing the scene, with a gun.

"I'm not sure I should be letting you do this."

"It's the same thing EMS is going to do."

"Then we should wait for them."

"I am them," TK rolls his eyes, "sort of. Literally, my shift starts in," he rolls his wrist to check his watch, "well, would you look at that. My shift started five minutes ago. So technically I'm on the clock."

"Technically, you're a victim, and a witness."

"I'm also a Saggitarius but I'm not complaining."

@tarlosweddingcelebration Week 1 Prompt #2: alternate first meeting | disastrous first meeting

@tarlosweddingcelebration Week 1 Prompt #3: "You saved my life...I feel like I owe you."

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