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eclectic-sassycoweyes · 6 months

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(Much more than) Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you @carlos-in-glasses for the tag! Seven Sentence Sunday is so amazing because I get to read the most amazing snippets and get super excited about future fics, but getting tagged is so lovely because it makes me feel like I have a little deadline where I don’t have to write anymore than seven sentences which really has helped motivate me to turn some ideas into writing!!

I hereby post my very first Tarlos snippet and my first entry to Seven Sentence Sunday!

It is way way longer than seven sentences but as it is my very first time posting and I’m just posting everything I’ve written so far (I literally just wrote it this evening) I hope you can bear with me🙃

Btw this is just pure whump and domestic caretaking/them seeing each other at their worst but it’s the idea that I had the most clear words for so this is what I’m starting off with

Andrea picks up the phone after the second ring.

“Hola mijo!” It’s a good thing you called actually, I was just about to prepare the tamales for lunch tomorrow. How are TK doing on the spices at the moment, is he picking up some tolerance yet? I don’t want to make them too spicy of course, but I really think he should taste them the way your grandma really used to make-“

“Hola Mama.” Carlos hurries. He feels bad for interrupting her but he wants to cancel their plans for lunch tomorrow as soon as possible so he can get back to TK. After today TK will probably be a bit more spice averse than usual anyway, he thinks with a frown, even though they have been working on him upping his tolerance lately.

“Actually mama, I’m really sorry for doing this so late, but I think we’re going to have to cancel tomorrow..”

“Oh no mijo, why? Is everything okay?” Andrea asks before Carlos can finish his sentence, concern lacing her voice.

“Yeah.. I mean, not really”, Carlos clarifies, picking the bridge of his nose. “Actually, TK’s not feeling so good at the moment.” That might be the understatement of the year, Carlos thinks but he doesn’t think TK would want him to lay out all the gritty details of his current condition. “He um, he had those tacos, you know, from that place out by Cameron Road, the one that they’ve been trying to shut down for year-“

Carlos is interrupted again by his mother gasping dramatically at the other end of the line.

“Carlitos!” She admonishes. “You haven’t warned him off about that place?!”

“Why is everybody blaming me?” Carlos feels his voice raising to a higher octave in exasperation. “He doesn’t even usually work in that district!-“

Carlos is once again interrupted, but this time it is by the sound of a painful sounding heave coming from the direction of the open door to their bathroom, followed by a pitiful whine. It shakes him out of his exasperation at being wrongfully appointed the blame for TK’s current misery. Logical or not, he does actually feel bad that he didn’t warn TK off about the taco shop that is by now known by probably all Austin locals, and not for serving delicious tacos - unfortunately.

He can almost hear his mothers pointed silence though the phone, and sighs. The Reyes kids all know better than to argue against Andrea, and she knows it - and exploits in too, although only in situations like these when there isn’t too much at stake. She too, has learned that especially when it comes to Carlos, her doing her best to listen even when she doesn’t fully understand, has repaired their relationship after too many years of just assuming that everything was alright.

He sighs. “I know, I really wish I had told him about it. He really doesn’t feel good mama.” Carlos says worriedly. It’s not that he’s feeling incapable of taking care of TK, but seeing him being in so much pain always makes Carlos feel a little bit desperate and talking to his mom about it makes him feel a little bit less out of his depth.

“I can imagine”, Andrea muses, also sounding like she hates that idea so much. Carlos sometimes still can’t get over how his parents took to TK so quickly, treating him almost as if he was their son too. “It’s a good thing he has you to take care of him Carlitos, I’m sure you’re the best there is at making feel at least a little bit better“ she reassures. Carlos forgets sometimes how well she knows him - or maybe he’s still getting used to believing it again. “I’ll tell your sisters that you two had to cancel,” Andrea continues, “and you let me know if there is anything I can do or if you need me to bring you anything.”

Carlos takes a deep breath, feeling his mom’s reassurances calm him a little. He can do this. “Thank you mama, I will. Although he probably would rather not have anybody seeing him like this, other than me and maybe Owen..”

Another pitiful sound from the bathroom reminds him why he wanted get this conversation over quickly. “I gotta go mama, but thank you. And say hi to Ana and Luisa from us,” he quickly says, before hanging up. He has some shopping to do. But first he’s gonna go rub his poor husbands back for a little while.

I have no idea whatsoever of who has and hasn’t been tagged, so I’ll tag @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm in appreciation if their recent following me back because that made me really happy thanks guys (gender neutral)🙃☺️

Anybody else seeing this wanting to be tagged should consider themselves hereby tagged !!

#seven sentence sunday #my wip’s #tarlos whump #tarlos fanfiction #tarlos sickfic #cw: mentions of vomiting #tk strand whump #domestic Tarlos #also bad tacos

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nisbanisba · 1 month

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I never write and am not likely to ever complete this but have some Nancy & TK texts while Carlos is sick

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Tk: hey rain check on tonight? My husband didn’t tell me he got sent home with the flu and he’s kinda scaring the shit out of me (photo: thermometer reading 102.7F)

Nancy: oh nooooooo poor Carlos!! Is he ok, do you need me to come over

TK: thanks nance. I gave him ibuprofen and Tylenol and I’m making him drink Gatorade and he’s doing a little better

TK: he says he’s dying but he’s also offered to make me some dinner if I didn’t eat yet

TK: he cannot sit up without assistance but sure babe could you make me a lasagna

Nancy: I mean if anyone could do it it’d be Carlos

Pt. 2 here https://www.tumblr.com/nisbanisba/748608526613659648/i-wrote-a-little-follow-up-snippet-to-my-previous

#wip wednesday #tarlos #carlos reyes #tk strand #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tarlos fic #sickfic #fever whump #nancy gillian #Tk strand & Nancy Gillian

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remorsefulkittens · 1 year

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Dosed

TK Strand/Carlos Reyes (Tarlos)

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Complete (3,069 words)

@911bingo Square: Delirium

Summary: Plagued by a head cold, Carlos takes too much cold medicine and delirium results…

Read on Ao3

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tarlos-spain · 2 years

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Whump Tarlos Week Day 5

Thursday, Nov 3 Prompts: TK STRAND WHUMP: TK gets poisoned.

Title: Cooking is not for you

Summary: "Ty, I've arrived. Sorry for being late. I can't tell you how sorry I am that you went to the trouble of making dinner and not being home. is everything okay?"

The answer came in the form of another groan from the bedroom.

He was used to worrying about TK, it was part of his normality and every so often he would accept that he would get a call from the hospital because his boyfriend had hurt himself at work or something else.

So, although worried, but also calm, Carlos, left the things on the couch and went to the bedroom. Already as he approached, he saw TK's bundle, curled up on the bed, hugging his abdomen.

"TK, babe." He walked over, sat on the edge of the bed and rested his hand on his boyfriend's forehead. "Your fever's spiked."

When TK was at home because they had shifts at different times, Carlos was used to arriving at the loft and listening to music, finding TK cleaning, on the verge of a nervous breakdown because they hadn't had to clean the previous days and everything was a mess.

But that day the lights were off, there was no noise and he wondered if his boyfriend had gone out or if something had happened to keep him away. However, as soon as he dropped the keys in the usual bowl, he heard a groan coming from the bedroom and had no trouble recognizing TK's voice.

"Ty, I've arrived. Sorry for being late. I can't tell you how sorry I am that you went to the trouble of making dinner and not being home. is everything okay?"

The answer came in the form of another groan from the bedroom.

So, although worried, but also calm, Carlos, left the things on the couch and went to the bedroom. Already as he approached, he saw TK's bundle, curled up on the bed, hugging his abdomen.

"TK, babe." He walked over, sat on the edge of the bed and rested his hand on his boyfriend's forehead. "Your fever's spiked."

TK replied with one more moan and shifted enough to snuggle against Carlos's body.

"I guess dinner didn't agree with me."

"What had you prepared?" Carlos rubbed his back and stroked his back. He leaned over and kissed his forehead.

The sharp pain in his stomach, made him feel like he was being squeezed inside and barely let him think clearly. "I think my fever's spiked a little." He protested and closed his eyes, pressing his face into the pillow. the nausea had returned and he had already vomited three times, he didn't want to end up in the bathroom again because he had nothing to throw up.

"TK?"

"I feel like I'm... I can almost feel cramps coming from my gut. It must have been the chicken, it must have been bad or I did something wrong when I cooked it.

"But you must have thrown it away when you noticed it was bad right?" TK made a groan and made it possible to make himself into an even smaller ball with his own body because of the pain. "TK... You threw it away didn't you?

#TWPWhumpWeek22 #Tarlos #bad things happen bingo #multifandom bingo #july break bingo #any fandom goes dark #911ls #911 lone star #carlos reyes #tk strand #Sick TK #sickfic #hurt TK #hospital #TK can't cook

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1heartsickfics · 5 months

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Tarlos (9-1-1 lonestar) Sickfic

First fic for Carlos and T.K. so let me know what you think. I just think that they're so adorable I knew I had to write for them.

TW: depictions of vomit

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When Carlos woke up he knew something was wrong. It took him a moment to wake up enough to figure out what it was though. He felt awful. As soon as he opened his eyes his head pounded, giving him vertigo. His stomach turned as the room did the same. He pushed himself up to sit against their headboard with shaking arms. With his eyes closed tightly against the spinning, he felt blinding to his left until his hand collided landed on T.K.'s back.

"T.K." he said quietly. Normally he would never want to wake T.K. up, especially after just coming off of a 24 hour shift, but he just felt so sick. He needed him.

"T.K.?" he said again, a little louder this time, pushing gently on his shoulder.

"Hmm, what?" T.K. mumbled sleepily, rolling over toward Carlos. "Carlos, what's wrong?" he asked, once he saw his boyfriend sitting up in bed, looking... unwell.

"I don't feel well," Carlos said softly, afraid something else would come out of his mouth if he raised his voice any. His stomach felt sour, like it was filled with acid, and the saliva flooding his mouth tasted about like it.

"Yeah I can tell, you don't look so good babe," T.K. said, sitting up and pressing the back of his hand to Carlos's cheek, then his forehead. "You've definitely got a fever, you're pretty warm," he added.

Carlos relaxed a little at his touch, but his stomach still churned. He wasn't sure he could move on his own even if he wanted to though.

"You gonna throw up?" T.K. asked, somehow able to read him without him saying another word. Carlos nodded. "You think you can make it to the bathroom?" T.K. asked, placing a hand on Carlos's arm. Carlos nodded again.

"Alright, let's go then. I've got you," T.K. moved to slide off the bed on Carlos's side, then grabbed him carefully by the elbow to help him up. He stumbled as soon as he was upright, but T.K.'s strong arm was around his waist supporting him immediately. He let himself be led to the bathroom, keeping his eyes shut until he felt T.K. lowering him down to the floor.

Carlos kneeled down in front of the toilet, leaning over the bowl in anticipation. T.K. crouched down behind his boyfriend, placing a hand on the center of his back while they waited.

A few minutes went by and nothing happened, so T.K. sat down, leaning back against the bathtub. He grabbed Carlos's waist to pull him down to sit with him but he resisted.

"Babe why don't you sit for a little bit? It doesn't seem like your body's ready yet," he said, rubbing a hand up and down his spine comfortingly.

"Can't." Carlos shook his head. He was still leaning over the bowl, his mouth open and his eyes unfocused. He had never felt so nauseous in his life. His mouth kept filling with bitter tasting saliva, which he spit into the bowl. A few times he actually gagged but nothing came up.

After a few more minutes, Carlos did sit back on his heels, but only because his knees were starting to hurt.

"You want a towel or something under your knees?" T.K. asked.

Carlos nodded. He felt the warm hand leave his back as T.K. got up and walked to their hall closet.

"Here, lift them up for a second," T.K. said softly, kneeling down beside Carlos. T.K. slid the towel under his knees, which was a relief when he put them back down.

T.K. went back to his spot behind Carlos, trailing his fingers up and down his back, occasionally tracing circles or patterns.

"Are you sure you don't want to go back to bed to wait this out baby?" T.K. asked after a few more minutes passed.

Carlos shook his head. He couldn't explain it, but although the bed would be more comfortable, he just felt too nauseous. He had to stay here. "You can go back to bed," he added, realizing that T.K. must be exhausted. He hadn't gotten much sleep after his shift before being woken up.

"No, no it's okay. We'll stay here for as long as you need, babe" T.K. said, giving Carlos's shoulder a squeeze before resuming the back rub.

Just as Carlos was about to give up himself, his stomach suddenly lurched. He hardly had time to think before his stomach contents came pouring out of his mouth into the bowl. He rocked forward even more, bringing a hand up to grip the side of the toilet as his body contracted with another wave. His stomach clenched again, this time only bringing up bile and spit which burned his throat on the way up.

His stomach ached with the force of the contractions that continued to wreck his stomach, even though nothing was coming up anymore. He couldn't stop. He coughed, tears welling in his eyes from the exertion.

"Easy babe, take it easy, you're done. You're all done, just try to breathe," T.K. soothing voice materialized behind him. Carlos had almost forgotten he was there. He tried to focus on T.K.'s voice and the warmth from his hand resting on his back as he forced a deep breath in, and out.

He let himself collapse over the toilet, his head falling to rest on his arm which was draped over the seat. He was exhausted and he felt absolutely disgusting. His stomach still hurt.

T.K. kept rubbing his back for a moment, letting Carlos catch his breath before he asked, "You think you're ready to go back to bed?"

Carlos shook his head, an involuntary groan escaping his lips.

"Still feeling nauseous?" T.K. asked sadly.

"Mmhmm," Carlos hummed, afraid of opening his mouth.

"Alright, I'm gonna go grab you're pillow and a blanket then so you can at least lay down," T.K. said. He stood up, bending down to give Carlos a kiss on the forehead before he left the bathroom again. He returned a moment later, sitting down against the side of the bathtub with his legs crossed and set the pillow down in his lap.

"Come here baby," T.K. said, pulling Carlos's limp body away from the toilet and maneuvering him to lay down on their rug with his head in T.K.'s lap with a blanket draped over him. "Just try to relax for a while okay?" T.K. said, running his fingers through Carlos's messy hair. That always calmed him down.

Unfortunately, Carlos only had about 15 minutes of reprieve laying in T.K.'s lap before he lurched back over the toilet to be sick again.

"Aw baby," T.K. sighed, feeling awful watching his boyfriend be so sick. Thankfully this round didn't last as long, since he didn't have anything left to bring up anyway. After a few moments of dry heaving over the bowl he was finally able to breathe again.

"Fuck-" he breathed out, spitting into the bowl. His legs trembled from holding him up, hunched over.

"Come here love, I've got you," T.K. said from behind him, as if he'd read his mind again. T.K. gently pulled him back with a hand on his hip, moving him to sit in between T.K.'s legs and lean back against his chest. Carlos leaned his head back against his boyfriend's shoulder, taking slow deep breaths to make sure his stomach was going to behave.

"That's it, just breathe," T.K. encouraged, taking some slow deep breaths of his own for Carlos to model after.

"Let's go back to bed," T.K. said after Carlos seemed to have settled finally. "I'll bring the trash can in case you feel sick again later," he added, knowing Carlos might still be hesitant to leave the bathroom.

"Okay," Carlos agreed. He was exhausted.

T.K. slid out from behind Carlos and stood up, then leaned down to offer him both hands. Carlos took them, feeling like his limbs were made out of lead, and let T.K. pull him to his feet. T.K. led him back to bed, and helped him climb under the covers.

T.K. turned to head back into the bathroom and grab some stuff, but Carlos grabbed his wrist. "Hey," he said, turning back around, "what's wrong?" he asked. Carlos looked like he was about to cry.

"Where are you going?" Carlos asked shakily.

"I'm just gonna go grab your pillow and stuff, I'll be right back, okay?" T.K. said, reaching up to brush Carlos's curls out of his eyes. Carlos nodded and let go of his wrist.

T.K. gave him a soft smile before heading back to the bathroom. He quickly grabbed the pillow and blanket from the floor, as well as the trash can and towel, just in case. He set up the trash can on top of the towel on the floor next to Carlos's side of the bed, then helped him get situated with his pillow and draped the blanket over their comforter.

"You think you could drink a little bit of water if I brought you some?" T.K. asked.

Carlos immediately shook his head. That was what he expected, but he still sighed.

"What about one sip? I don't want you to get dehydrated," T.K. tried to bargain with him. "You need to take some medicine anyway," he added.

"I'll just throw it up," Carlos shook his head again.

"Well then at least you'd have something to throw up," T.K. reasoned. Carlos hesitated, but didn't say anything. "Just one sip okay? I'm gonna go get it," T.K. said, figuring that the absence of a no was the closest he was going to get to a yes. He walked out to their kitchen to grab a glass of water and two ibuprofen for the fever.

"Here, all you gotta do is take one sip to take the meds and then we'll go to sleep," T.K. said, holding both out to Carlos.

Carlos chewed on his lip like he always did when he was nervous. T.K. didn't blame him. He was sure that he wouldn't want to put anything in his stomach if the roles were reversed either. But his paramedic brain knew that he needed water and medicine.

After a moment of hesitation, Carlos accepted the pills, popping them into his mouth before grabbing the glass and taking a very small sip. He really would've liked for him to drink a little more, but he didn't want to push it, so T.K. took the glass back and set it on the nightstand before crawling into bed next to Carlos.

He scooted up behind Carlos as they both laid down, pulling Carlos toward him until his back rested against T.K.'s chest. He slid one arm under his head and draped the other over his waist, holding him close.

"Wake me up again if you need me okay?" T.K. whispered.

Carlos hummed in reply, snuggling back closer against his boyfriend. He almost always wanted to be the big spoon, but right now he was so grateful to have T.K.'s arms wrapped around him.

To be continued...

#9-1-1 lonestar #sickfic #sick carlos reyes #carlos and tk #caretaker tk #tw: vomit #vomit trigger warning

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l-believe · 3 years

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Is it just me that wants more Tarlos sickfics?

#tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #rafael silva #ronen rubinstein #911 lone star #lone star #fanfiction #sickfic #tarlos fanfic #tarlos fanfiction #tarlos sickfic

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toosicktoocare · 3 years

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Going to Master List my 911/911 Lone Star fics because I think I have enough to accumulate a decent list!

911

- this one here has good, ole Buck cutting his arm on a call and not realizing until he’s half naked and Eddie looks like he’s about to have a heart attack

- this one has Buck coming down with a cold after a water rescue, and whOOPS the cold gets worse because he doesn’t know how to pace himself ever and winds up with pneumonia

- this one takes place after that damn well/Eddie almost drowning episode that was dangerously close to ruining me and has Eddie ending up sick because bro’s been through a lot okay?

- this one happens after we learn Eddie’s been fighting for sport because his boyfriend Buck hurt him realy badly. Basically, Buck finds out and he’s nOt happy about it

- this one has Buck meeting Eddie at a hospital bc Christopher’s been sick, but he finds out that Eddie’s also sick and has to take care of both his boys

- this one has Buck feeling anxious, sad, and insecure and just overall not having a great day and boyfriend Eddie’s the only one who really picks up on it and goes to help

- this one is a little Valentine’s Day fic where Eddie and Buck have dinner plans but dinner plans end up not being dinner plans because Buck’s sick and tries to ignore it bc [cue heart eyes] Eddie

- this one has Buck getting stuck in a burning building a little too long and he gave his oxygen mask to someone else bc of cOURSE he did and he’s a little woozy and Eddie’s a lot not happy and gets him out despite his shoulder being a little not great at the moment (dislocated; his shoulder’s dislocated bc the two can’t just keep themselves together)

- this one has some Buck and Eddie sleeping quarantining together and just being too cute and it’s really not allowed

- here’s just a little, domestic Buddie where Buck’s retelling a riVETING story about his call today to Christopher, and Eddie didn’t sign up to have two children in his house tonight

- here’s a little one where Buck’s a little sick (he’s a lot sick bc he doesn’t do things halfway literally every) and he spirals a little, so he drives to Eddie’s house and Eddie looks after him bc we stan soft in this household

- (crying) this was my first 911 fic wowowow so this one has Buck throwing himself back into work once he’s back (and we just don’t fucking discuss the lawsuit bullshit okay?) and he’s pushing himself way too hard and ends up being really not okay at Eddie’s house while he’s playing games with Christopher

- this is a sequel to the fic above so my second first 911 fic lmao it’s a continuation. Eddie’s worried. Bobby’s worried. Buck’s “fine,” grown men watch cartoons-- it’s really a whole thing lmao

- this is my most recent 3-chapter child that i spent an embarrasing amount of time on and it’s set after the crossover episode and has Buck driving to Texas right after a 24-hour shift to confide in TK about his feelings he’s having (feelings of the sexual preference nature) bc as said above he really doesn’t do things halfway and of course Eddie gets involved, proving Buck’s not the only one who’s overdramatic

911 Lone Star

- here we have a little drabble of how I imagined TK would react finding out about Owen’s diagnosis in Season 1 bc I was having feelings, okay?

- this is just a little Valentine’s Fic in season 1 setting where TK and Carlos are striclty NOT on a date (are they doing date things? Yes, but for TK purposes, it’s not a date)

- this one is a little drabble where TK’s v upset and might be having a break down, and Carlos is there (too soft, very sharp on the cheese in this one)

- this one’s a little drabble where someone spray paints something not nice at all on TK’s locker, and TK’s all whatever shit happens about it and his Team + Carlos is NOT HAPPY (as they should be)

- this one is a little deep dive into that whole comment TK made in season 1 where everything’s gray and he just wants to feel so, in the tornado episode, he goes toward the tornado and Carlos takes care of him after

- this one has TK getting trapped on a call and Carlos pANICS bc of feeLINGS and goes in to save him and there’s some after hopsital revelations to be made

- this one’s a little role reversal where Carlos gets hurt on the job, and TK seems like he’s the last person to find out and he’s 100% not happy and is 100% going to take care of Carlos

- this one has TK thinking he picked up a small cold from Carlos so he goes about his business but gets worse and passes out while on a call bc his single brain cell is stretched a little thin

- this one is season 1 setting (catching a trend here? lmao) that has TK kind of running himself into the ground trying to be the perfect son after he learns about Owen’s diagnosis but he disregards it bc Owen is more improtant and ends up at Carlos’s house later in the night, where Carlos very quickly learns he’s not here to vibe with fever sex

- this one has Carlos working too hard to catch a dangerous man and he ends up collapsing after they finally catch him so Michelle brings him to TK, and TK’s left to deal with a feverish, tired, yet still very much on edge Carlos

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lire-casander · 3 years

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make it through the day

[1,170 words] [teen and up audiences] [beta’ed by @meloingly] [title from as i am by goo goo dolls] [tk strand, owen strand] [mentions of injuries, mentions of the shooting as per canon, angst] [written for @911lonestarangstweek, day 4: sickfic + “you need to rest” paired with alternate 2: on the job injury + “move as little as possible”]

[owen has never seen any of tk’s boyfriends hovering over him when he’s been injured]

make it through the day | on ao3

It begins with the sight of a certain police officer standing in the doorway, looking as though the world stops and starts with the figure lying unconscious on the bed. Owen feels like heʼs an intruder in his own son's hospital room when he looks up and sees the tears brimming in Officer Reyes' eyes.

He is surprised, though, because he never expected TK to rebuild his heart so soon after Alex, but also because he's never seen any of his son's boyfriends at the hospital whenever TK was injured — and he was, because if anything, TK Strand is a danger magnet on and off the job. And it's not that heʼs had so many boyfriends in the past — Owen has only met TKʼs high school sweetheart and then Alex — but the hurt in his son's eyes whenever he searched around and took in the void has always haunted Owen.

And now that apparently there's someone willing to set up vigil by his bedside, TK is in a coma with no certainty of waking up. It breaks Owen's heart twice — once because he would offer himself as a tribute to the gods if only TK would open his eyes, and the second one because he can see how much Carlos Reyes loves TK, even if Owen himself hasn't been aware of what has been brewing behind closed doors. Owen sees it in the way the police officer holds himself up in the doorway, fingers twitching at his sides as he tries to keep the tears at bay and failing spectacularly — Owen has never seen Carlos Reyes struggling to keep his features schooled in a mask of feigned indifference, but he’s only seen the officer on site during calls. He never thought he’d be watching Carlos crumbling down at the sight of TK being at the hospital.

Owen steps out, a weird feeling bubbling up in his throat as he watches Carlos Reyes rushing inside, sitting on the chair that’s closer to the bed, one hand already sneaking up TK’s arm. It breaks Owen’s heart, to see what could be and might never be because of a bullet shot by a terrified child.

Owen doesn’t see Carlos Reyes again after that first night — after the frightening realization that they might lose TK — but he sees Paul texting almost non-stop while the team is visiting in the following days, and he’s old enough — he’s lived through so many traumatic events — to know that Officer Reyes is respecting their little family’s boundaries. Owen would love nothing more than to tell him that he’s always welcome; he’s only needed one glimpse into Carlos’ eyes to understand that the feelings the police officer has for his son run deep.

But Carlos never comes back to the hospital, at least not while Owen’s there, so Owen doesn’t ask.

Until TK wakes up, whilst Zoe is there with him supplying Gwyn’s absence. And then it all comes tumbling down his mouth — the questions and the doubts and the worries. TK doesn’t really answer any of his queries, but Owen lets it slip because he’s still in recovery. However, it simmers in his soul for days, until TK’s discharged from the hospital with strict orders to remain on medical leave for at least two weeks, and Owen can’t stop himself from speaking once he has TK settled on the couch in their living room, restlessly trying to find a position where his shoulder doesn’t bother him — or so he voices out loud.

"Move as little as possible," Owen commands, fluffing the pillows beneath his son's head. "You need to rest."

"Dad," TK whines. "I'm not twelve. I can follow simple rules."

"You, following doctor's orders?" Owen bites back a huff. "I have yet to see it." TK makes an undignified sound in the back of this throat but Owen remains unfazed. "So," he continues. He doesn’t know how to breach the subject now that TK is awake and on the mend.

His son notices his hesitation. "Whatever it is, Dad, just say it."

"When should I expect Officer Reyes to visit you?" Owen blurts out. At TK’s surprised look — followed by a wide-eyed glance full of horror — Owen is quick to add, "I don't care, TK, I promise. I like him, and I think he's the best boyfriend you've had so far."

TK bites his lower lip, chewing on the abused skin until it's left red and swollen. "Carlos isn’t my boyfriend, Dad," he explains slowly. "We were just hooking up, a few months ago. I didn't tell you anything because I knew you'd tell me to stop. I did," TK mutters. "Stop, I mean."

Owen is startled to hear these words that contradict what he's witnessed at the hospital — the care with which Carlos had stepped into the room, the reverence in Carlos' touch on TKʼs arm. It doesn't add up to what TK is saying right now. "Does he know?"

"Know what?"

"That you don't consider you two are dating," Owen says slowly. "I think he didn’t get your memo, son. I had never seen a boyfriend yours worrying so much about you at a hospital, and Alex was around for the longest time."

He realizes his mistake the moment that name leaves his mouth, the syllables rolling off his tongue easily. He manages to contain the disdain he feels, though — TK doesn’t need his contempt right now. He doesn’t need neither vitriol nor the reminder of his broken heart and his past mistakes.

"He was there, wasn't he?" TK sighs. "The first time anyone outside the family was there for me and I was in a coma."

Owen feels like heʼs been slapped by TK’s words. He had never realized TK had felt so alone, but now that he reflects on it, Owen feels in his bones that his son is right — he's always been alone during his stays in the hospital, only accompanied by Gwyn and himself. Nobody from the firehouse stayed long enough to be considered a visitor — and neither did Alex.

Whatever TK thinks right now about their current lives in Austin, Owen believes now more than ever that it was the best move. He saved his son from a past that was destroying him, he whisked TK away from a hurtful relationship, and he brought his son to a place where he's found a family and love — even though he isn't ready to see it yet.

Owen pats his son's right shoulder awkwardly and drops a kiss on his head before heading towards the kitchen to make one of his smoothies.

"Not the green one!" TK bellows at his back, trying to make him forget about what has just transpired.

He shakes his head and starts making the green smoothie TK hates so much. Everything will be fine, in the end. They’re going to be fine.

They have each other, and now Owen knows that his son will never be alone, not with the 126 and Carlos Reyes to support him.

#911lsangstweek #day 4: sickfic #day 4: you need to rest #alternate 2: on the job injury #alternate 2: move as little as possible #owen strand #tk strand #implied tarlos #implied tarlos fic #implied tk strand/carlos reyes #implied carlos reyes/tk strand #911ls #911ls fic #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #mentions of injuries #mentions of shooting as per canon #angst

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etherealtauruss · 4 years

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sick headcanons for tarlos?

thank you for the ask nonnie!

carlos rarely gets sick, but when he does he’s worse than a child

he’s groaning, moping, etc.

he’s used to being the caregiver; not that being on the receiving end was bad, but it was new, is all

“baby, i made you some soup,” tk announced as he entered their bedroom

carlos gave a weak smile and sat up a bit on the bed

he hadn’t come down with the flu, but it was worse than a cold that’s for sure

tk was about to exit to clean up the kitchen before carlos made a noise in the back of his throat

“is there something else you need sweetheart?”

“cuddles? and could you ... i dunno, feed me?”

tk tried to hide his excitement but the grin that spread across his face gave him away

“i’d love to!”

he held the bowl of soup in his hands, carefully blowing on a spoonful of the liquid before bringing it to carlos’ lips

“babe! this is really good, how’d you make it?”

“well.. for starters, it’s canned tomato soup, but i added some fresh herbs, chili powder and grated cheese”

the soup was finished in no more than 10 minutes, which left the two of them in bed

“i have to get your medicine, i’ll be right back. pick a movie you want to watch”

while tk was gone, carlos decided on grown ups

“babe, we watch this movie at least twice a month”

“it’s my favorite!”

after practically being forced to take his medicine, the two lovebirds snuggled up & enjoyed the movie carlos had picked

“tk”

“yes?

“i kinda like being sick because i like when you take care of me”

tk gushed and planted what felt like a million kisses on carlos’ face

“i like taking care of you too”

#911 show #911 #911 on fox #911 lone star #tarlos #carlos reyes #my asks #tk strand #tk x carlos #sickfic #tarlos headcanons

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comablog2 · 4 years

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In sickness and in health

A special present for @justsmilestuffhappens because they love sick fics!

Tagging: @felicitous-one @buckleystrand @cherishingstydia @chrrlees @tkandbuck @justsmilestuffhappens @black-forest-girl @haderofthesociety @lilywoood @translucent-bisexual @transbuckley @livlyf247 @multi-fandom-writing @levithestripper @fyeahhipsterdoctor @datleggy @impossiblealice @sparksfly-buddie

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Carlos doesn't know how it happened. He felt fine the day before, excluding a slightly runny nose, and now he feels like death warmed over.

His throat was killing him, nose stuffed up and running, head pounding and he was aching all over. His fever is 102.3, and TK is loosing his mind.

"Tiger, I'll be okay, you don't need to-" TK cuts Carlos off with a shush as he calls up his dad to take off work. TK had known something was wrong with Carlos from the moment he woke up. He smelled sick, and one touch to his forehead had him in protective mode.

"Thanks for understanding dad. Yeah that would he great. I love you too, bye." TK hangs up and fixes Carlos with a firm glare. "Carlos Reyes, do you really think I would leave you to take care of yourself?" TK asks with an air of indignation. Carlos shrugs and he sighs.

"Tiger, I'll be okay.." He protests and TK gently shushes him.

"Want to stay here or move to the couch? Do you feel nauseous?" TK asks softly, moving sweaty hair off of Carlos' forehead.

"No I don't... Where will you be?" He asks quietly.

"I'm going to start making you a nice pot of homemade soup. Wanna lay on the couch?" Carlos nods softly. "Alright."

It took a little time, but after TK got out the pullout couch, and got Carlos set up with a pillow pile, and some blankets. After some tylenol, and a cup of water, TK gives him a small cup of nyquil.

"Oh please don't make me take it." Carlos whines, and TK chuckles.

"The more you rest, the quicker you'll get better. The quicker you get better, the quicker I can kiss you." He says lovingly. Carlos just pouted at him, although he knows that TK wont budge. "Come on, cub. Please take it and I'll put on a movie too get you sleeping." He says quietly.

Carlos quickly drinks it down, face twisting at the taste and taking a few sips of water. TK chuckles, but when Carlos pouts at him, he just coos and lays him down.

"I love you.. want me to stay here until you sleep?" He asks quietly. Carlos nodded, holding onto TK's hand.

"Can you tell me a story.. instead of the TV?" Carlos whispers sweetly.

"Of course, cub." TK just makes up a story off the top of his head, keeping it light and happy. It took only minutes to get Carlos asleep. He carefully stands and started making soup.

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Carlos was asleep for a good few hours, but woke up with a huge headache, and he was still hot. His throat hurt, and he hears TK talking in a hushed voice with someone.

"You did a good job, but give it a little more garlic, and some more veggies." A voice whispers quietly, Owen.

He hears things being chopped and added to a pot. He wishes he could smell it. TK makes amazing soups, and he slowly sits up on the couch.

"Hey, he's awake." Carlos looks up at Owen, smiling but groaning as th light made his head hurt. TK was by his side in seconds.

"Hey baby... Lay down a little, I have some pain killers and water." TK says lovingly, a hand going through his hair. Carlos took them eagerly and sighs at the cold water. "You feel warmer. Let me take your temperature." He says, and goes to get the thermometer.

"He's going to be a mother Hen for a while." Owen teases with a grin Carlos chuckles, rubbing his eyes. "You feeling okay?"

"Not much better. But I think it'll go away soon." Carlos rasps, finishing his water as he was slightly sitting up. TK came back with the thermometer and a smile.

"Alright, let's see."

Carlos was down only to 101.5, but TK took it as a small win.

"Are you nauseous? Hungry? Do you need to go to the bathroom? Do you need a shower? Are you comfortable?" TK rapid fires his questions, gently stroking Carlos cheek with his thumb. Owen chuckles, pats Carlos on the shoulder, before getting up and going to the kitchen.

"I'm okay, tiger." He reassures. "I think I'll take a quick shower, change my clothes and come out for dinner. I'm all sweaty."

TK nodded and kisses his still warm temple. "Call me if you need anything." He wanted to offer help, but he didn't want to smother Carlos too much. "Don't wash your hair. Later I'll give you a bath and wash your hair." Carlos looks happy as can be at the offer as he makes his way to the bathroom and gets a quick, cold rinse.

Once he's finally in clean, not smelly clothes, the soup has been finished, and TK gets Carlos a small bowl to start.

"You don't need to mother him." Owen teases, watching TK wrap Carlos back up in some blankets when he shivers.

"Yes I do. He won't take proper care of himself if i don't." He protests, kissing Carlos on the forehead. Carlos smiles to himself as he takes a bite of soup. Its warm and while he can't taste it properly, what he can taste is delicious.

"Its so good. Thank you." He says with a little smile. The three men gather on the bed with bowls of soup and a randomly selected kids show.

"Is this how all sick days are?" Carlos asks sweetly, snuggling into TK's side after he finished eating.

"Yup. Worked for TK when he was younger." Owen says, grinning and gently rubbing Carlos' head. "But I have to head home. Let me know when he starts getting better." Owen says and stands up. TK walks his dad to the door and loading the dishwasher. Carlos stands from the couch, still wrapped up in his blanket.

"What are you doing up, cutie." He says softly, smiling when Carlos snuggles to his back.

"Can I please get the bath now?" He asks, voice sounding adorably small. TK kisses his still hot forehead.

"Yes baby. Go run some cold water and I'll get a bath bomb to help your nose." He says softly.

"Thank you for staying home.." He says quietly. Its only mid afternoon, but he knows TK would've still been on shift.

"I'll stay as long as you need, cub." TK says comfortingly. Carlos flushes and snuggles into his chest. "Do you want me to cradle you after your bath?"

"Please?"

"Alright tiger." TK says sweetly. "Now go run your bath, Cub." He watches as Carlos ambles to the bathroom, his heart feeling warm. He didnt want Carlos to be sick, but he could get used to caring for him like this.

#911 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3fic #fanfic #911 prompts #ao3 author #tyler kennedy strand #tarlos #carlos reyes #prompt generator #story prompt #writing prompt #ask prompt #9 1 1 lone star #lone star #911 ls #911 lone star #sickfic

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nisbanisba · 14 days

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I wrote a little follow up snippet to my previous tarlos sickfic snippet https://www.tumblr.com/nisbanisba/746756738344157184/i-never-write-and-am-not-likely-to-ever-complete (I tried to figure out how to do a hyperlink but it seems like tumblr app is not big into usability) anyway here ‘tis

Nancy stops by and drops off a flu survival kit (she made a few on her own time because it’s a really bad flu season and she and her friends get coughed on (and worse) daily by the good people of Austin, and Nancy is nothing if not organized and prepared, not to mention a really fucking good friend).

Nancy: hey I’m here. TK: you still have our spare key right? You can use it, I can’t get up

Nancy: you can’t get up now? Are you sick too?

TK: I’m fine I think I’m just finding out what it’s like to have a cat

Nancy comes up to the loft using her key and discovers Carlos snoring with his head in TK’s lap while TK pets his head.

“Ohh, yeah,” she confirms, “this IS what it’s like to have a cat, and it IS illegal to move. And then Carlos would have to arrest you, and the poor dude’s clearly not up for it—“

At this, Carlos’s brow creases and his (rather loud) snores are replaced by a coughing fit, after which he moans softly and squints at Nancy.

“Hey buddy,” she coos, using much the same tone she uses to address her own cats.

“Hey Nancy,” he rasps, brow still crinkled in confusion. “Were we supposed to have a hang tonight? TK should have canceled,” he looks over at his husband reproachfully, “Babe, you didn’t tell them I was sick?”

“Put those eyes away, baby. No we weren’t supposed to have a hang, and I DID tell Nancy you were sick, and she brought over a ton of supplies for you because she’s awesome,” TK tells Carlos, his own eyes impossibly fond.

“Glad you realize that, Strand, any way I could get that in writing?” Nancy smirks. “But yeah, Carlos, I’ve got your back. How are you feeling, bud?”

Carlos flops his head on TK’s lap to turn towards Nancy and gazes at her with huge, sad red-rimmed cow eyes. “I feel like I’m gonna die. But TK’s taking care of me, and he says I won’t.”

“You won’t, baby.”

“Ok.” Carlos closes his eyes again, swallowing painfully and sniffling. Suddenly his eyes snap open again and he looks at Nancy, vaguely panicked. “I’m such a bad host. Do you want something to drink? We have tea, um, water—“ He actually makes a very uncoordinated attempt to get up but TK presses him back down easily.

“Baby for the LOVE of God—“

“Dude you are NOT trying to host me right now!”

#911 lone star #tarlos #carlos is a sad adorable baby when he’s sick #i don’t make the rules #carlos reyes #tk strand #nancy gillian #tk strand x carlos reyes #tk strand & Nancy Gillian #Carlos reyes & Nancy Gillian #sickfic #911ls #ficlet

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thebipolarbisexualnerd · 4 years

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Carlos has a stomach bug and TK insists on taking care of him :)

Hope this is okay Nonnie and that you enjoy this snippet of soft loving care between our boys. Thanks for the prompt!!!

TK woke to an empty bed beside him which made him frown and quickly fumble for his phone to check the time. When he read it was only a quarter past four in the morning his thoughts grew to concern since Carlos didn’t work until seven. He laid in bed for a moment to let his senses wake up and it wasn’t long before he heard the sound of retching coming from the bathroom. He winced in sympathy and didn’t hesitate to get out of bed and tiptoe over to the door. He knocked lightly before pushing the door open slowly. Carlos knelt on the floor with his hands gripping the sides of the toilet as he leaned over with his face closer to inside the toilet.

“Oh babe, I’m so sorry,” TK said softly as he knelt next to his boyfriend to rub circles on his back soothingly. When the first wave was over TK hurried to wet a washcloth and grab a cup of water. As he had suspected Carlos’s skin was heating up quickly and he sighed as a cool cloth was draped over the back of his neck. “When did you start feeling sick?”

“Felt off before bed,” Carlos rasped after a few sips of water. “Thought I could sleep it off. Guess I was wrong.”

“Think you can make it back to bed?” TK offered his hand to help Carlos off the floor and wrapped an arm around his waist immediately to steady him as they shuffled back to the bed. TK grabbed their wastebasket to put next to the bed in case another wave came before Carlos could make it back into the bathroom. He settled Carlos against the pillows before going to fetch some Tylenol for the fever and a large glass of water.

“Thanks for all this,” Carlos said after swallowing down the pills and leaning against the pillows. TK climbed into bed beside him and sat on his side so he could look at his boyfriend. “I can’t remember the last time someone took care of me when I was sick. I’m sorry I woke you.”

“It’s the least I could do,” TK said softly as he ran a hand through Carlos’s soft curls. “I know all too well what it’s like to be sick on your own. As long as I’m around you won’t have to go through that.”

“Alex didn’t tend to your sickbed?” Carlos asked, but TK knew he probably knew the answer.

“He wasn’t much of a caretaker,” TK shook his head and felt the familiar pit of something unpleasant in his stomach whenever Alex was brought up.

“I’ll absolutely return the favor if I need to,” Carlos promised him with a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “I can go lay on the couch if you want to get more sleep. I don’t think I can get back to sleep right now.”

“Don’t even think of moving,” TK told him with a glare that had no heat behind it. “I plan to coddle you all day long. Harry Potter movie marathon?”

“That is your best idea yet,” Carlos grinned as TK got up to put the first movie on the large screen at the end of their bed. TK was happy to curl up close to Carlos and hold him through the light shivers going through his body as the movie played softly in front of them.

“I love you Carlos,” TK whispered to him as Carlos’s eyes kept fluttering closed within half an hour of the movie starting.

“Te Amo, Tyler,” Carlos whispered in return with a squeeze to his hand. This was the real deal, what they had between them and TK would always be endlessly grateful he had found it.

#tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #sickfic #mywriting #prompts #feel free to send prompts in

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remorsefulkittens · 2 years

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Trial by Flu

Rating: General

Status: Complete (5, 042 words)

@911bingo Square: Home Sick

Summary: The 126-crew signed up to walk through fire, surely they can handle the flu.

Teaser:

“Captain!” Mateo called hoarsely from the hall, “cap, are you awake? I’m not going to make to work. I’m dying!”

Owen would have sighed, but that would just provoke another coughing fit, so he rolled to his side, blindly searching the floor for his slippers. He was drenched in cold sweat and he shivered, yanking a blanket from the bed to wrap around his shoulders. If it were TK in the bathroom, miserable, he would be getting up, he reminded himself; he could do it for Mateo too.

“I’m coming,” he muttered loudly, adding, “you’re not dying. You just feel like crap.” Then under his breath, “we all do.”

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911lonestarangstweek · 3 years

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Welcome to Round 2 of 911 Lone Star Angst Week September 11th-19th, 2021*

*Yes, you read correctly, this second round will actually be 9 (NINE) days... so, 911 Lone Star Angst Week-and-a-half? This just allows for more flexibility with prompts and as per usual events, you are under no obligation to post for everyday (but if you do, that’s incredible).

Here are the prompts for this edition of Angst Week:

September 11 (Day 1) - “C” ex: calm, cold, care, cauterize, cane, car, cat, choke, chronic, coma, concussion, cough, cpr, crash, crutches, cast, captive, caught, cave, chain, cramp, cry

September 12 (Day 2) - “G” ex: game, guess, gone, grow, garden, grief, gas, grab, gagged, ghost, ground, gun, guilt

September 13 (Day 3) - “J” ex: jail, jaw, jealous, joint, jam

September 14 (Day 4) - “M” ex: mist, mark, melt, memory, motion, mugging, mind, mcd, missing, mouth, mob, mcl, move, mourning, migraine, malfunction, medicine, mistake, misunderstand, mask, mute, mission

September 15 (Day 5) - “N” ex: nose, neck, no, natural, near, neglect, nerve, nervous, nightmare

September 16 (Day 6) - “O” ex: open, other, out, off, over, old, operation, organ, od

September 17 (Day 7) - “P” ex: puncture, pull, pop, promise, push, pain, punish, possession, pity, phobia, poisoning, plague, prisoner, patient, position, pole, panic, paralysis, paranoid, parasite, pass, pin, plead, pneumonia

September 18 (Day 8) - “T” ex: tear, trauma, throat, torture, turn, trouble, time, temper, trap, touch, thief, tamper, transform, teeth, treatment, table, team, taunt, terminal, throw, tied, tonsillitis, toxic, trail, trust, twist

September 19 (Day 9) - free day! write whatever your angsty heart desires for whatever letter!

See below the cut for more info and some faqs!

Why do the prompts look different this time?

The change in the way we are doing is prompts was actually the reasoning behind why we extending the event by two days. Instead of the traditional dialogue prompt + trope, we are using letters to provide more flexibility with angst tropes. In other words, last time the admins struggled to find a balance between all the different forms of angst and catering it to everyone’s preferences. Doing it this way allows for participants to create something for any prompt and make it work for them. Write 9 days of sickfics, or 9 days of hardcore whump, or 9 days of emotional angst! Or mix it up and write a little for each. Whatever suits your preferences, make it work for you!

Why those letters?

As fun as it would be to do a 26 day long event for all letters in the English Alphabet (okay, it was considered), we had to narrow it down somehow. There are 11 main characters on 911 Lone Star, and their first names start with 8 different letters (+ the 1 free day). AKA why this a 9 day event, not 7, so we could use all characters. “C” for Carlos, “G” for Grace, “J” for Judd, etc;

The important thing to note is that just because a day’s letter is named after that character, you do not have to write a fic about that day’s character. Write all fics about Tarlos. Write some fics about Tarlos, some fics about Paul, and some fics about Tommy. This event is about whatever angst YOU want to write. The only rule is that your fic centers around a word that starts with that days letter.

Do we have to use the examples or can we pick something else?

Absolutely not! The examples are just to get the gears going and if you come up with another idea that starts with that letter, feel free to use that!

What about content creators?

We encourage all forms of content to be submitted for the event, not just writing! Though we know how difficult that is for events like this.

Last time we set aside a day for each character (with some doubled up) and asked content creators to show us an angsty moment for that character. This time with the prompts already vague, revolving around one letter, we welcome you to use that letter to choose which moment to show us. For example, day 1 you could use the word “car” and gif Judd and Grace’s car accident, or “cry” and draw one of the vulnerable tarlos moments.

If you have any ideas for how to better cater this event for content creators, please reach out and let us know!

What hashtags do we use? Is there and ao3 collection? Other information about posting?

Okay, you’re getting ahead of us here. We just wanted to get the basic info out now so people can begin working on their submissions if they would like! Closer to the event, we will post some reminders that will include the information you need to post (but short answer: tag will probably be the same as before and there will be ao3 collection)

Any other questions?

Send us an ask, or message @silvarafael or @marjansmarwani privately and we will do our best to answer. Thanks!

#911lsangstweek #fandom event #announcement #admin post #911 lone star #boost

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detectivecarlosreyes · 3 years

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A delicate touch

Ao3 | 3k | Rated: Teen | Hurt Carlos / Tarlos

Summary: Carlos gets injured at work and ends up at the hospital before being sent home, TK comes home to find him in need of some TLC and does what we know he would do and takes care of him

Tropetember Day 3: Hurt/Comfort / Sickfic / Whump

Of all the ways Carlos expected his day to go, he wasn’t expecting this.

Though, how could one expect to be chasing down a perp on foot in the late hours of the afternoon to an abandoned building where they could be hiding anywhere. He radioed his position for backup and his partner was already circling her way around to the other exit.

Carlos couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease over the situation as he stepped inside the threshold to assess its interior. There were sheets of opaque construction plastic hanging from the ceiling. Portions of the wall, incomplete in its framework, still in need of drywall. From where he was standing, Carlos could only assume that through the door ahead of him, he would expect to see much of the same throughout.

Maybe he and Mitchell should have stuck together.

At least then he would have the backup for what was about to happen.

The man they were after came charging out from behind the plastic sheets in a side-on assault from the doorway where Carlos was standing. He didn’t have the time to react before a swinging hand connected with the side of his face, hard enough that Carlos knew it would instantly bruise.

It didn’t help to know that the man in question was a known bodybuilding steroid user and had the muscles to boot. Carlos couldn’t even get his gun around before a hand grabbed on the front of his uniform and he was literally lifted off his feet and thrown several feet into a stack of metal beams that were hidden behind more sheets of plastic. The impact causing his breath to escape him all at once.

He lay there in a stunned stupor for a moment as he regained his breath, pain blossoming along the left side of his ribs and back. With a groan he rolled from his back off the beams onto his hands and knees, eyes following the retreating silhouette of the perp exiting through the door and steeled himself to get back on his feet and give chase.

He was prepared to ignore the lancing pain each breath sent to his ribs and winced with each step it took just to get back to the doorway. He breathed out a shallow sigh of relief upon seeing the flashing lights of the requested backup had already arrived and were taking the perp into custody, thankful he wouldn’t have to send himself on that painful mission. Watching them struggling with four officers to get him in the back of one of the patrol vehicles, provided Carlos with some modicum of relief from his innate sense of embarrassment from being overpowered so easily.

With an arm wrapped around his side, he radioed for Mitchell with an update and moved towards the corporal who had taken charge of the perpetrator’s apprehension. When she caught sight of him, she moved to meet him, eyebrows raised in thinly veiled concern at his appearance.

“You’re looking worse for wear Reyes. What happened?”

“I stepped inside one of the entry points to assess where he could have gone and he charged me, ma’am,” he said, gesturing to his blooming cheek, where he felt the drying crust of blood which he hadn’t noticed before, “knocked me, before throwing me into a bunch of metal beams.”

“I am not surprised he managed to do that, considering how much manpower it took to get him under control,” She gave him an appraising look, “report to your CO, let them know what happened, then I’d strongly suggest getting yourself checked out at the hospital. I’d imagine your CO would say the same.”

“Yes ma’am.” He responded with a grimace and turned to leave, seeking out Mitchell who was waiting back at their patrol car and did as the corporal ordered. He wound up at the Emergency Department with his partner in tow, following the same recommendation reiterated by his CO.

By the time he finally got home it was dark. All he wanted to do was wash away the day and fall into bed with an icepack attached to his side. However, thinking about doing those things and actually doing them did not factor in how much torso movement was required.

It was easy enough to get out of his button-down uniform shirt at the station and had assistance to get out of his APD undershirt when being examined but now that he was home, the muscles surrounding the offending ribs had seized up and were spasming with every movement. All he could do was stand in the bathroom half out of his shirt while continuing to remain clothed from the waist down, looking mournfully at the already dark bruises in the mirror that made it near impossible to bend over without pain.

So preoccupied with the task before him, he didn’t hear TK arriving home.

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TK entered their home in the late hours of the night, firehouse duffle bag on his shoulder and exhausted from a long and busy 24-hour shift. He knew that from the calendar of their work schedules hanging by the kitchen that Carlos’ own shift would have ended not long before his own, meaning that his boyfriend should already be home, likely already passed out from his own long shift.

With a yawn he dropped the bag by the door, noting with a furrowed brow that the entryway was bathed in darkness, an unusual occurrence for the two of them. It had become a regular habit for them that whoever got home first would leave a light on in welcome, especially if they knew the other would be arriving home in the dark hours of the night.

knowing the man was home after seeing his car in the driveway and keys in their customary place by the door, he called quietly, “Carlos? You still up?” not wanting to wake the man if he was indeed asleep,

He padded through the house, noting that there were no lingering smells of reheated pre-made dinners prepared for such an occasion as nights like these. Toeing off his shoes by the stairs, TK felt the cool temperatures of the wood seeping up through his socked feet as he made his way upstairs to the bedroom.

It’s not until he’s partway up the stairs could he see light filtering from the partially closed bathroom, indicating that Carlos was not yet in bed. Just as he stepped on the landing TK heard the quiet hiss of pain from the man he was looking for.

Concerned and curious at the same time, he peered through the crack in the doorway to see Carlos’ reflection. His eyes were immediately drawn to a deep purple bruise decorating his cheek that had stretched to shadow around his eye as well. He couldn’t contain the small gasp at seeing Carlos hurt and pushed the door wide open, startling his boyfriend and causing him to turn towards him with a pained wince, catching a hand on the basin with a white-knuckled grip.

TK pushed past the door, stepped into the bathroom, and sucked in a breath as he saw what he couldn’t before. The mottled bruising wrapping around Carlos’ side to the back of his ribcage which he could now see in the mirror’s reflection.

“What happened to you?” He asked, ghosting his fingers over the blossomed bruises as his eyes catalogued the small cuts and grazes adorning Carlos’ shoulder and forearm.

Carlos shrugged in the barest of movements with a bite of his lower lip. “Got thrown into a stack of metal beams by a guy I was chasing down today. Bruised some ribs.”

TK could tell that Carlos was brushing over the details, but what he said was enough and the main takeaway TK got from it was that his boyfriend got hurt and was in a decent amount of pain just from the small movement of twisting his body. It was then that he took in Carlos’ appearance, taking note of the shoes still on his feet and the half-worn t-shirt.

Slightly bemused, he bit back a smirk, “You can’t get undressed, can you?”

Carlos just gave him a pained expression as he huffed out a short breath sounding defeated, “No, it hurts and spasms every time I try to move.”

“Come here,” TK said softly turned Carlos enough so that he could easily manoeuvre around him. From here he helped to finish the undressing process, making quick work of removing the shirt, shoes, and pants, minimising the pain dramatically compared to Carlos’ attempts by himself.

TK stood up when he was done, eyes lingering on the bruise to his boyfriend’s face, “Shower?”

“Yeah,” Carlos breathed out shallowly.

TK moved past him towards the door, “I’ll leave you to it,” he paused by the door, half turning, “unless you want some help washing.”

Carlos waved him off, “I think I can handle it.”

“Alright then, I’ll have ice packs and bruise cream for you when you’re done,” he said over his shoulder as he stepped out, eyes already scanning blindly as he tried to remember the last time they had used the bruise cream, and where they would have put it last.

It didn’t take him long to mentally replay the cream’s last use and found it in his bedside table drawer. Triumphant, he put it on the bed along with Carlos’ pyjama pants. Having already showered at the end of his shift, TK got dressed in his own pyjamas before heading back downstairs to retrieve two icepacks from the freezer and two clean dish towels to wrap each of them.

By the time he was back upstairs Carlos was already out of the shower, attempting to dry himself with minimal bending or twisting. TK smirked slightly, rolling his eyes as he picked up the pyjama pants and rejoined his partner, seizing the towel from his hand. He quickly finished drying the spots that Carlos was reluctant to reach before grabbing the pants and wordlessly crouched down, offering each leg hole for Carlos to step into.

“Thanks,” Carlos murmured when he stood up and moved back to stand beside the bed. TK responded with an acknowledging hum as he picked up an icepack offering it with an outstretched hand and a soft smile, “Come on, I found the bruise cream.”

He watched as Carlos stepped towards him, accepting the icepack, and sat on the edge of the bed as he brought the icepack to his cheek with a wince. TK folded his legs underneath him as he sat behind Carlos and untwisted the cap of the tube. He rubbed it between the fingertips of his hands in an attempt of warming the viscous cream and started lightly applying it to the dark purple bruises adorning Carlos’ back and side.

Carlos stiffened slightly at the touch and his breath hitched in obvious pain, “Sorry,” TK murmured and lightened his touch as he smeared the cream over the mottled skin and gently rubbed it in.

There was a sense of quiet intimacy between them as he worked. It wasn’t often that their roles were reversed with TK being the one to take care of Carlos, having been on the receiving end of numerous injures since they’ve been together. In a way, it was nice to finally be able to return the favour.

He could feel Carlos taking quiet measured breaths beneath his fingers, definitely not taking full breaths as he should. TK hummed, “Babe did you go to see a doctor?”

“Yeah,” Carlos breathed out in a strained exhale and shifted uncomfortably.

“And did they say anything about how you should be breathing?” TK probed as he finished up his ministrations to Carlos’ left side, already knowing what the answer should be.

“They did.”

TK scootched up close behind Carlos and wrapped his arms loose and low across his waist, pressing his cheek to the side of Carlos’ neck, “And are you doing what they said to do?” he asked warmly.

“I suppose not,” Carlos admitted in defeat, clearly aware of what TK was alluding to.

“They prescribe any meds?”

“They said to take some Advil if I needed it and they gave me a prescription for some stronger stuff if it doesn’t help.”

“Trust me, I know you want to tough it out but you’re better off taking them so you can breathe properly, I don’t want to see you get pneumonia.” He pressed a kiss into Carlos’ neck and moved off the bed.

“You know?” Carlos asked, concern colouring his voice as he turned his head to look around at him.

TK shrugged nonchalantly, “I may have fallen through an unstable floor once back in my second year on the job, got some nasty rib bruises like you have. It sucked.”

“Oh gee, thanks for making me feel better about it.”

“You’re welcome.” TK leaned in and pecked Carlos on his uninjured cheek, and then picked up the other ice pack from behind him, gently pressing it to the worst point on his ribs, “Hold that, I’ll get the Advil.”

Carlos replaced his hand holding the icepack in place and called quietly to him, “Should be somewhere behind the mirror,” as he walked back towards the bathroom where they kept the medicines. Finding it where Carlos had said, he returned with the box and picked up a water bottle left on the dresser before taking up his place back in front of Carlos.

Carlos abandoned the icepack he had been holding to the right side of his face in favour of holding out his hand to which TK distributed two pills from the blister pack. He popped them in his mouth and took the bottle to wash them down, scrunching his nose as he swallowed.

TK looked at him questioningly as he picked up the bruise cream again and Carlos answered with a simple, “stale water.”

He let out a huffed laugh and shook his head at his boyfriend’s dramatics as he started dabbing away at the now icy skin around Carlos’ eye, making quick work of rubbing the cream into his skin before gently caressing his cheek below the contusion when he was done, “There, how’s that?”

Carlos gave him a soft smile, “I already feel better.”

TK stepped in closer between Carlos’ legs, bracketing his arms around his head and kneaded his fingertips in the back of Carlos’ head as he tilted his face up, giving him a kiss on the forehead, “Much as I would like to believe you, I can’t imagine that the ibuprofen has kicked in just yet.”

“Well, maybe it’s because of your excellent caretaking skills.” Regardless of his words, Carlos couldn’t completely hide the pain and discomfort from TK. It was plain to see in his eyes.

“Mhm hmm, I’ll take your word for it,” TK said, humouring him as he continued to lazily scrub his fingers against his scalp, “In any case, we should get some sleep. It’s late and we’ve both had long days.”

He stepped back, leaving Carlos to sit on the end of the bed as he turned on one of the bedside lamps and turned off the bedroom and bathroom lights, and flipped back the covers of the bed. With an assessing gaze, he turned back to his partner, noting which side the bruising was on. “How do you want to sleep?”

Carlos cleared his throat slightly and immediately winced at the action, “Definitely on my side.”

“Thought so. With me in front or behind you?”

Carlos stood up with a grimace, “You in front of me, I think, I don’t think I could handle anything touching my back right now.”

TK nodded understanding what he meant, “In that case, you sleep on my side of the bed.” He offered.

Carlos gave him a tired smile before his gaze slid down to the abandoned ice pack and made a move to pick it up, forehead creasing as he bent over, grunting slightly at the action. He collected the ice pack and cream from the bed and straightened back up, removing the second icepack from his side, and returned it to TK with the other items, an unspoken request for him to put the icepacks back in the freezer downstairs.

“You didn’t want to keep them for tonight? We’ve got a couple more in the freezer to rotate through.”

Carlos shook his head, “Nah, I think I should be right. Think the Advil is starting to kick in.”

“That’s good.” TK shook the packs slightly, “I’ll be right back.”

He returned from the kitchen to find Carlos gingerly easing himself beneath the covers on his side of the bed. He slotted himself in on the other side on his back, allowing Carlos to properly turn onto his side and nestle against him. His top side was slightly leant forward pinning TK’s arm against his side, and a firm arm snaked across his waist, hand tucked under TK as far as it could go like an anchor to keep himself from falling backwards in the middle of the night.

TK craned his neck slightly to look down at Carlos who had his head angled just so on his shoulder that his cheek wasn’t touching anything but air. “Comfy?”

“As much as I can be,” mumbled Carlos, voice already heavy with sleep.

TK reached over to the lamp switch and turned it off, sending the room into darkness. He placed his hand over Carlos’ arm and turned his head against his pillow until his cheek was resting against the top of Carlos’ head. Feeling the steady and fuller rise and fall of Carlos’ chest against his arm.

They managed to stay like that all night, both somehow falling into a deep and heavy sleep. The following next few days had a repeated similarity with TK doing what he could to assist and accommodate Carlos limited movement. Their nights ended the same as the first unless TK happened to still be on shift, then he was replaced by a pillow, in the same position until Carlos could move more freely as the tender muscles around his ribs healed.

Carlos couldn’t remember the last time someone looked after him that wasn’t his parents, it was nice, and he appreciated TK’s diligence even if he went a little over the top with his caretaking. He supposed that’s what you get when your boyfriend is a paramedic who knows what it’s like from his own misfortune. And that’s something that he will always love.

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