#protective tk

[kiankiwi]

If TK found this song, he’d def play it for Carlos when he came home from work @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

(Please tell me if you watch 911 lonestar AND the rookie like me!)

[carlosreyesazwhump]

L - Lung Distress

L - Lung Distress

He opened his mouth — bad idea when you are underwater — and his throat, his lungs, his whole body was drowned by the liquid that was pulling him from outside. All around him was water and silence. Cold and water. Loneliness and death... Carlos knew that if he didn't get out of the water, it wouldn't be long before he was dead, but the uniform weighing down his body was making things almost impossible, the tiredness from the minutes he had been fighting... Or maybe it had only been seconds.

He had never done the test to find out how long he could hold his breath underwater, without breathing... holding his breath. But he had stopped doing that, he had stopped holding it and the water was rushing through his body, searing his veins. It was also burning his muscles and his brain was about to explode.

He could barely think anymore and felt himself falling, sinking, being pulled down, or was it up because he was dying and his body was about to surface.

They would find him like this, swollen from the water inside his body, pale, perhaps disfigured. Maybe there were fish or flesh-eating creatures in the water and then TK... no... no... TK would have to identify his fish-eaten body. He couldn't put him through something like that.

Not to TK, not to his parents, not to anyone who cared about him.

He had to fight for all of them, because he had already pulled the woman out of the water, now it was his turn, he had to get out of the water, resist and fight... It hurt but he had to fight. If only because if he died, he knew that TK would too.

No matter the reason, getting out of the water and surviving was the most important thing now. When he got to land he would worry about what would happen next.

He kicked in the water as hard as he could, though he barely moved and maybe that was why, because he wasn't moving and was only going down...always down, to the bottom of the lake where he would be lost forever.

"TK..." he thought in one of his last breaths. "I'm trying... I promise I'm trying, I'm fighting to get back to you, but I can't. I'm tired, I can't take it anymore… I want to get out, I know I'll die if I don't, I know you'll die if I don't and that's why I keep kicking, but I know it's too much."

When his hand suddenly touched the surface, he clutched his fingernails to the earth beneath him. He hurt himself but pulled his other hand out of the water and dug his other nails into the earth as well.

He pulled his body. He was exhausted, and literally couldn't breathe, but he kept pulling until half his body was out. No, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't get any air into his lungs, and when he breathed in nothing happened.

His body fell forward, he could still feel the water on his legs; if he wasn't careful the water would take him in again, but he had used his last bit of strength to get there, so that someone would see him before it was too late.

"TK..." he muttered as everything went black, and death quickly took over his being.

"Has anyone seen Carlos?" Mitchell asked, walking through the wreckage of the multiple accident.

Five cars and two trucks had been involved because of the slippery ground in the middle of an ice-covered road. They had skidded all over the place, one of the cars had fallen down a slope and had come very close to a lake. The two trucks had collided causing a fire that the 126 was taking care of while Tommy's ambulance and crew were tending to the injured, waiting for more ambulances to arrive.

Mitchell and Carlos had been among the first to arrive. They had taken two of the drivers of the cars to safety and had split up to help with the other vehicles involved in the accident, but it had been a while since they had seen each other.

She had tried to call him on the radio, but Carlos had not answered. With all the craziness they were in the middle of, they hadn't had a chance to see each other again and now she was worried about him.

"TK," she called out to him as she saw them close the ambulance door and get ready to leave. "I don't want to worry you and I'm sure it's silly but I haven't been able to reach Reyes… Carlos. Have you talked to him?"

"Um, no. Now that you mention it I've been so busy with stitches and bandages that I didn't realize we haven't talked. Why?"

"I don't know, I have a...weird feeling and Carlos always answers my radio messages. But today... This will be silly, I know, but it's been a while since he last answered me."

"Hold on, I'm going to call him," TK said.

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[guardian-angle22]

911: Lone Star | TK Strand in 2.11

[cake-chad]

Mikey going all 🥺🥺🥺🥺 whenever someone interacts with Hootsie when she hasn't even been mentioned in a while, I really feel that in my soul

[sporesgalaxy]

what ever man. i dont even care. <- lying

[lonestardust]

they fit like puzzle pieces!!!!!!!

[shalpilot]

temporary buddies

[wehaveagathering]

PHL @ EDM 1.2.24 || mattias ekholm you will not see heaven

[angryangeldreamsalad]

In the next season of 9-1-1 lone star I kinda wanna see of course more tarlos scenes but TK being like a little more protective or smt idk I feel like Carlos is so carrying and sometimes TK barely puts in the effort🥲🥲 I might be wrong but I don't know correct me in not right-

[parameddic]

here is the question, the question is "would your muse consciously decide to let go of someone (a stranger)'s hand, if that someone slipped over the edge of a building/cliff/etc, and if they did not let go, they'd both go over the edge together?" would you muse let go if the options were 'we both die' or 'just one'. that's the question

[kiankiwi]

I love when I get an idea at midnight and have to quickly plot all my dialogue points before I forget them or go onto something new

[tarlos-spain]

Tarlos advent Calendar

Chapter 12

Day 23 - I wouldn't change a thing

"Don't you ever regret it?"

Carlos dropped the book he was reading onto his lap and turned to TK.

The paramedic had just gotten out of the shower, he was dressed, only in his jeans and his hair was still wet. He was walking towards him looking at him as if he was hypnotized and as if he had too much on his mind.

"You're going to catch a cold, finish getting dressed." Carlos replied, he put the book aside and jumped over the back of the couch to get to TK. "And you need to dry your hair better, need I remind you what the doctor said at your last checkup. You still have too low a body temperature, a blast of air or some cold water can end in pneumonia."

"Don't be exaggerated. It's not that cold."

Carlos picked up his cell phone and showed his the temperature. "It's eight degrees outside."

"But we have the heater on." TK ran his hand through his hair and shook it out. "Besides, I've only got it damp, it'll dry in no time.

Carlos murdered him with his eyes, put both hands on his waist and pushed him back in the bathroom. TK odaiba to dry his hair, because he said, using the same tone as his father, that the heat from the dryer burned his hair and also made him start sweating.

So Carlos took a towel and made him sit on the edge of the bathtub. He rubbed his hair with the towel and then made him lift his face to look him in the eyes.

"You've already given me the scare of my life because of the cold, once. I almost lost you for not saying you were freezing to death. I have no intention of going through the same thing again, not because of some stupid cold you can catch at home by not drying yourself properly."

It had been almost a year since the accident on the ice. They had gotten back together almost immediately, though they both knew they had a lot to talk about. As TK was recovering, they had plenty of time to talk about their feelings and what had led to their breakup. For once, lying in a hospital bed and given that it took several days for his legs to become functional again and allow him to stand up, Carlos and he had time to be honest.

Carlos wasn't going to let him get away, not after seeing TK's death so close. But he needed some assurance that his boyfriend wouldn't bolt at the next obstacle in front of them.

[carlosreyesazwhump]

K - Kidney damage

K - Kidney damage

Carlos took his bag out of the jeep and looked at the ranch in front of them. It looked a lot like his parents', but Owen had insisted on taking him to one he'd seen on Trip Advisor that they recommended as the best retreat for a weekend.

He'd also made a point of paying for the stay and driving himself.

"He's on edge," TK had told his fiancé the night before.

"Why is he nervous? He knows me well, we see each other every day. I'm the one who should be nervous about going on a trip with Captain Strand, my fiancé's father, on our first outing and on top of that without you."

Saying that had made him nervous.

"Come on, Carlos. You'll see how great everything turns out. He's nervous because it's the first time he's had any kind of relationship with the guy I'm dating and more specifically with my future husband. I'm sure you've had good relationships with your ex's families."

Carlos stared at him silently and gave nothing away.

TK burst out laughing, apparently both Carlos and his father were in the same nervous and uncomfortable situation. He didn't say anything to either of them but was glad he wasn't in the middle of that situation and that they were taking the opportunity to get to know each other better.

"Let him take care of everything. I assure you he's not the type to expect you to do anything or pay for anything. He wants to organize everything, prove he's still the alpha male of the pack."

"Sounds a lot like your father.”

"I know, I know him well. So have fun and don't worry about anything."

Carlos turned around at the sound of Owen's voice from the other side, who was already looking at the phone listing the best places in the area to eat and the best places to visit.

"Let's leave the stuff in the rooms and then we can go for a walk," the captain told him. "I've booked the first contact with the horses in a couple of hours and then we can go eat. I've seen a place that they say has the best beef in Texas. What do you think?"

Carlos smiled and remembered TK's words. His father wanted to get everything organized and under control. So he nodded and let the captain take control of the weekend.

As soon as he got to the room and dropped off his bag, Carlos took the opportunity to call TK and tell him everything was going well, but his boyfriend was working and didn't answer his call. So he left him a message.

"We’re going for a ride with the horses. Your dad seems excited about riding. He doesn't seem to have as much respect for it as you say. I'll tell you later. I love you."

Owen was already waiting for him at the stable, stroking the back of the huge animal he was going to ride.

"Ready to teach him the secrets of a good horseman?"

"Owen, I hope you didn't get your hopes up too high about me. I can ride and I'm not afraid of horses, but I'm no expert."

"Well, you certainly know how to do it a lot better than I do."

Larry, the stable attendant, came over to them and gave them the directions they needed to do their first lesson with their mount. When Carlos told him that he had spent his teenage years riding horses on his parents' ranch, it seemed to lift a weight off Larry's shoulders.

"Well, I see you're not city tourists coming to feel like John Wayne."

"He's not. I... Let's just say John Wayne movies aren't my benchmark," Owen said, looking at Carlos, and he received an appreciative smile. "But yes, the world of cowboys and the idea of freedom of riding a horse has always appealed to me and terrified me in equal parts."

"Better to go with someone who knows, then."

Riding was easy, it wasn't the first time Owen had done it and getting going wasn't a complication either.

Larry told them to take a ride around to get a feel for the animals, that horses get used to them. He also told them that a good horse ride gave plenty of opportunity to talk.

They didn't do it at first. They were both nervous, it was the first time they were alone and not because of work, not with TK in the way or Carlos' parents.

They were completely alone taking a walk in their hair for the rest of the afternoon and neither of them were very clear on what to say or how to behave with the other.

So for a while, they were silent and simply rode around the meadow.

"TK and I are organizing the wedding, what a mess we've gotten ourselves into and we wanted something small," Carlos said at last, trying to end the awkward silence.

"I know you want to do this by yourselves, but you know you can count on me for whatever it takes. I'm good at organizing things and I know a lot of people around here."

"I know, I know. But we want to keep the wedding small, intimate, and not get out of hand."

Owen pulled his horse closer to Carlos'.

"I promise I won't butt in where I'm not wanted. I'll only do something if you ask for my help."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it to sound like that. TK and I are really nervous about all this because we don't have as much time as we'd like to organize things and go to stores."

"For whatever you guys need," Owen muttered and laughed.

He pulled on his horse's reins with a jerk that startled his mount a little. The animal whirled to the right and whinnied and startled the horse Carlos was riding, which reared up for a few seconds, long enough to lift its front legs in the air without Carlos expecting it and before he could do anything it threw him to the ground.

"Carlos!" shouted Owen as he saw him fall and roll on the ground.

He caught the other horse, tied them to a tree, and ran to Carlos.

The cop struggles to find his next breath, the landing having knocked the wind out of him and puts his hand to his head.

"Carlos, Carlos, say something."

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[guardian-angle22]

TK/Carlos + Touch

↳ 2.12 The Big Heat

[dogwittaablog]

twitter is so funny "how do you even know it’s him? you’re weird!" like…….who else from manitoba with the nickname pat is in admiration with the philadelphia flyers player travis konecny

Hahaha the coincidence of the only person you see him sweet talk up on there is indeed TK… really just confirmed there Philly romance wasn’t fake.

[aroacee-of-spades]

really, the only thing anybody in customer service wants is one day without wanting to pin somebody onto a board and shoot ten knives into their torso mediaeval style