#tarlos whump week

[tarlosweeklyprompts]

Tarlos Whump Week: Oct. 30 - Nov. 5

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

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

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

All work must be properly rated and have appropriate warnings.

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

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

All works must be new works.

You can pair up the prompts with other challenges.

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

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

If you have any questions just ask!

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

Fic posting starts on October 30, 2022

PROMPTS

Sunday, Oct. 30 Prompts:

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

TARLOS WHUMP: TK and Carlos get kidnapped together.

Monday, Oct. 31 Prompts:

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

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

Tuesday, Nov 1 Prompts:

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

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

Wednesday, Nov 2 Prompts:

TARLOS WHUMP: Car Crash

TARLOS WHUMP: Adoption falling through

Thursday, Nov 3 Prompts:

TK STRAND WHUMP: Ambulance Crash

TK STRAND WHUMP: TK gets poisoned.

Friday, Nov 4 Prompts:

TK STRAND WHUMP: Broken Ribs

CARLOS REYES WHUMP: Carlos gets sick.

Saturday, Nov 5 Prompts:

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

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

[milael-blog]

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

Summary :

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

The answer is easy to find.

[sapphire11]

There are some ambulance crash TK whump fics out there, but probably I've never seen a poisoning one? I'm so excited for those fics!!!!! (Whumpee TK my beloved 🥰). Have a nice day!!! 🥰

Oooh you are right there are a couple of ambulance crash fics .... and idk about poisoning 👀 ... Anon I think you sparked an idea for me for this prompt 🥳😗

And thank you so much!! I can't lie, whumpee TK is my favorite.

Have a great day friend!! 💛

[detective-giggles]

Back to Square One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know, I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[tarlos-spain]

Don't stop dreaming just because you had a nightmare

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

Chapter 02

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

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

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

So they waited.

"Carlos..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's..."

"Carlos... it hurts..."

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

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

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

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

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[rangergurlgleek1211]

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

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

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

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

[chaotictarlos]

You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces

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

Rating: Explicit Warnings:  Angst, Carlos Reyes needs a hug, canon divergence, before season 3 and during, feelings of being unwanted, self-doubt, Grace is Carlos’ bestie, break-up sex, anal sex, m x m smut, mlm, canon whump, ex-lovers, lots of feelings, canon whump, tk strand whump, internalized homophobia

Word Count: 23,520

Summary: An exploration of emotions. 

To Cassi @ronensass who is my angst bestie and lets me send her songs (and send songs in return) and random thoughts about tarlos - I’m sorry that this took so long to get out.

To Ali @sapphire11 who became one of the biggest supporters of this fic as I wrote it. Thank you for all the encouragement and love that you gave me.

To Giggles @detective-giggles who is just a fantastic person and always listened to my ideas and lets me scream in her inbox about so many different things and sends me the best plot bunnies.

To Noxy @noxsoulmate who always listens to my spirals and allows me to scream about different things and ideas and who always helps me put my ideas into the proper order.

To @lightningboltreader who was so encouraging and allowed me to scream with them about this fic and was always excited when I posted something about it.

To @thebumblecee @mooshkat and @cowlos-reyes has listened to me complain and stress over this fic many times.

To everyone in the TWP discord who has been encouraging and so kind.

Thank you to everyone who's sent an ask about this, who has taken the time to send motivation, and have been excited for this fic to come out.

Author's Note: Title from In the Stars by Benson Boone. Cassi sent me this song and I’ve been listening to it a lot on my drives I thought of this idea so here it is. Remember this is slightly canon divergent so not everything might line up with canon but I did the best I could to make it mostly canon. Though it did, at times, take on a mind of its own. This fic means a lot to me. I spent 6 months writing it and it grew to be this epic -what I think - a masterpiece and I have a few others planned to go on with this fic. I hope you guys enjoy it. I would love to know your thoughts so please drop your thoughts in a comment, send me a DM, or an ask. I'm so nervous to post this dnsndj I hope you all enjoy it and take time to read it. I know it's long.

I am writing a TK POV and a sequel where it explores them getting back together. I hope to have those out soon.

I have also made a Spotify playlist for this fic! Take a listen as you read!

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Oh, it hurts so hard

For a million different reasons

You took the best of my heart

And left the rest in pieces

- In the Stars by Benson Boone

Past Sundays would have found Carlos awake early and in the kitchen, making breakfast for him and TK because it was their favorite day. After TK got hurt again, they had made a promise to each other that they would always set aside one day of the week that would be their day. A day that they would set aside for time with each other, a day where their attention would only be on each other and they would ignore - within reason - outside forces. It took a lot of begging, graveling with their captains, and promises of picking up an extra shift if needed, but they were both able to get Sundays off so they could enjoy the act of just being together. It was important to both of them that they had one day to stop and enjoy each other’s company and remember that they were important to each other - not that that fact was often forgotten.

Carlos would always start with making a pot of coffee and let the smell of it fill the townhouse. It was a dark roast that both he and TK were fond of. It always made Carlos chuckle to make it because he knew that TK was going to load it down with sugar and cream, ruining the taste of it in Carlos’ opinion, but he was still fond of how TK did it; he had given up on trying to convince TK to get one of the sweeter coffees so that he could add fewer things to it. Carlos would make himself a cup and enjoy the morning paper before he would start breakfast.

Sunday had become pancake day for breakfast. It hadn’t always been that way when they started setting the day aside for each other, and Carlos couldn’t remember what had prompted them to decide that they were going to have pancakes each Sunday, but it was enjoyable. Carlos liked to challenge himself and each week he would come up with different ways to make the pancakes so that they wouldn’t grow tired of it.

Eventually, the smell of coffee and pancakes drifting through the townhouse would wake TK and he would wander into the kitchen, most often blanket still wrapped around his shoulders. TK would mutter a good morning, sometimes complaining that morning came too fast, and Carlos would wordlessly hand him a mug of coffee and kiss his temple. He would urge his sleepy boyfriend to go back to bed and tell him he would bring breakfast to bed when it was down. 

After a few more kisses were exchanged, Carlos would watch TK shuffle back to bed with a soft smile on his face. He would finish breakfast, make two plates, and put them on a tray to carry up and into the bedroom. It was always a 50 / 50 chance whether TK would be awake and drinking his coffee, or asleep with his cup sitting on the nightstand beside him. If he was sleeping, it was never tough to rouse him again and convince him to wake up for breakfast - and more kisses, of course.

They would eat and laugh together and then later, with their dishes cast aside, they would enjoy each other in bed before taking an after-breakfast nap and then spend most of the morning cuddled in each other's arms. The afternoons were always reserved for going to the Reyes’ for Sunday dinner. 

It was always a time when they could just be together and enjoy being in love. Even when the townhouse burned down and they had to move in with Owen for a while, they still found ways to make their Sundays special to them. They might have looked different, but they were still filled with love and taking time to be together. It was the one little bit of normalcy they had when everything went up in flames.

But all that was before.

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tags: @strangefurychaos @ronensass @sapphire11 @first-kanaphan @angeltk @noxsoulmate  @beautifulhigh @welcometololaland @rangergurlgleek1211 @detective-giggles @tarlos-spain @lonestardust @bubblesandroses8 @thebumblecee @mooshkat @importantbailiffpaperpony @tarlos-spain @ramblingdisaster73

[tarlosmonthlyprompts]

Month: November - December 31

I am sorry that this is late. I got busy with Whump week and didn't have time to get this up. I am combining the months of November and December because it is the holiday session and I know that people will be busy.

Theme of the month: Cozy - if you write a fic that could go with this theme and it's tarlos, tag the blog and I'll reblog it!

Prompt #1: Scenario: TK and Carlos go on what they think will be a quick little weekend getaway but end up getting snowed in.

Prompt #2: "Is there a reason it looks like a Hannukah and Christmas store throw-up in our loft?"

Prompt #3: Winter Wedding - what if Carlos and TK decide to get married in the winter?

Prompt #4: TK and Carlos trying to start their own family traditions (by themselves or when they have a little one) but they feel pressured from Owen, Carlos' family, and the 126 to spend the time with all of them and not apart. (thank you to the person who suggested this from the survey)

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

All works need to be new works.

All works need to be Tarlos centric

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

All works need to be posted by the end of the month, a masterlist will be posted the following Monday. (In this case all creations need to be posted by December 31)

Tag the blog and I'm tracking the tag #tarlosmonthlyprompts

[angeltk]

TARLOS WHUMP CHALLENGE — 36 + 88

36: tissues + 88: scars

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carlos sniffles, nodding. "Thanks."

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

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

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

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

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

"What–? I'm not laughing." He is.

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

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

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

[noxsoulmate]

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

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

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

🚢 Titanic AU

🧜‍♂️ Merman AU

🔥 Chef/Firefighter AU

🎅 I met Santa before (alt first meeting fic)

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

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

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

Tagging:

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

[lonestardaily]

Each week Lone Star Daily looks to provide you with a decent (not  comprehensive) list of the fanfics that have been posted for the week.  The week runs from Friday - Thursday, as that way it does give us an  opportunity to put the list together. There’s no requirement to tag us  as we will check the tags #911 lone star fic and #911lsfic while also  combing through ao3. We currently are only going to post new fics, not  updates. You can check out this week’s fics below the cut.

All our past recs can be found on this page.

Please  feel free to give this post a boost to give our writers a chance to  receive some love for the work they do for the fandom.

(if  your fic is not tagged with a tumblr, it’s because we couldn’t find one  - feel free to send us a message and we’ll be happy to add one)

TARLOS FICS

unprofessional by @chaotictarlos

↳  (TK x Carlos | Coda | E | 1.8K)

The morning before TK became Carlos’ “friend from work”.

we’ve never slept six feet apart by @terramous

↳  (TK x Carlos | MCD | T | 8.7K)

It was quick. Carlos had been dead well before they even got a backboard to him.

A gunshot. A crackle over the radio–gunman apprehended, officer down, requesting medical assistance.

A part of TK knew that Carlos wasn’t coming home the second he heard those words. He didn’t panic, didn’t sprint to the building.

not a bootycall by @chicgeekgirl89

↳  (TK x Carlos | Whump | G | 1.7K)

T.K. runs into Carlos at the hospital and finds he can't stay away.

You’ll Be Alright by @whenshereads

↳  (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | G | 10.3K)

TK was dying, his father was leaving, and Carlos could not move.

OTHER PAIRINGS/CHARACTER FICS

Trial by Flu by @remorsefulkittens

↳  (Owen x Mateo, Judd x Grace, Marjan x Paul, TK x Carlos | Sick Fic | G | 5K)

TK was dying, his father was leaving, and Carlos could not move.

lost at sea by falloutmars

↳  (TK x Tommy, TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | T | 12.2K)

Carlos gets seriously injured on a call, and TK is left trying to deal with the aftermath.

[tarlosweeklyprompts]

Whump Week Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who participated in this event! It was so much fun to host! Below are links to all of the fics that were written for this event. If I have missed your fic please let me know and I will add them. Remember you are responsible for your own media consumption. Read all posted warnings on the fic's.

Sunday, Oct. 30 Prompts: TARLOS WHUMP: Owen ruins Tarlos rehearsal dinner and TK tells Owen not to come to the wedding. | TARLOS WHUMP: TK and Carlos get kidnapped together.

Fics:

Step back to jump better by @tarlos-spain

Obsessed with Carlos by @xtltokio

after dark by @gothruthestars2

A manhunting party by @milael-blog

Untitled ficlet by @whenshereads

Monday, Oct. 31 Prompts: TK STRAND WHUMP: "What do you mean TK never made it there? I saw him leave a half hour ago - he should be there." | CARLOS REYES WHUMP: Carlos is presumed dead. The problem? His body is missing and TK doesn't believe he's really dead.

Fics:

A Bad Day To Break Down!! by @rangergurlgleek1211

At least I wasn't shot by @ramblingdisaster73

Untitled Ficlet by @whenshereads

after dark chapter two by @gothruthestars2

Tuesday, Nov 1 Prompts: CARLOS REYES WHUMP: Carlos being the reckless one and getting hurt. | CARLOS REYES WHUMP: Delayed trauma reaction/PTSD to TK almost dying in the ice storm

Fics:

When you fall, I fall by @ramblingdisaster73

You, me and something is coming by @tarlos-spain

after dark chapter three by @gothruthestars2

Untitled Ficlet by @whenshereads

Wednesday, Nov 2 Prompts: TARLOS WHUMP: Car Crash | TARLOS WHUMP: Adoption falling through

Fics:

Back to Square One by @detective-giggles

Don't let go of my hand by @milael-blog

If I don't remember you by @tarlos-spain

After dark chapter four by @gothruthestars2

Untitled Ficlet by @whenshereads

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

Fics:

After Dark chapter five by @gothruthestars2

Cooking is not for you by @tarlos-spain

Untitled Ficlet by @whenshereads

Friday, Nov 4 Prompts: TK STRAND WHUMP: Broken Ribs | CARLOS REYES WHUMP: Carlos gets sick.

Fics:

Breath, TK, Breath. I'm here by @tarlos-spain

Untitled Ficlet by @whenshereads

After Dark chapter 6 by @gothruthestars2

Saturday, Nov 5 Prompts: TARLOS WHUMP: Pick an episode with a main Tarlos storyline and make it whumpier (for example: what if TK had relapsed after Gwyn died) | TARLOS WHUMP: Carlos getting hurt and TK not being able to help.

Fics:

We make a pretty good team by @xtltokio

With this ring by @ramblingdisaster73

After dark chapter 7 by @gothruthestars2

Untitled Ficlet by @whenshereads

i’ll keep you safe by @softtarlos

[ramblingdisaster73]

Tarlos Whump Week 2022 - Day 3 - Carlos Reyes Whump: Carlos being the reckless one and getting hurt.

Carlos didn’t often second guess his instincts, they had gotten him through several tough situations. This time though, they got him trapped in a crawl space with a scared child and what was most likely a broken leg at the minimum. He had been out for a run, enjoying the cooler fall morning air when he heard a child scream.

[sapphire11]

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

Hi Anon!!

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

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

[detective-giggles]

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Okay- so. This will probably be the last bit of this that I share until it’s due. It’s pretty much done at this point, and I don’t want to spoil the ending.

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

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

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

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

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

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Send me an emoji ( 🧁🛏💋🧺💧⛸🔫🪪🚗🍽🥳🚑) and I’ll write and share a snippet of a WIP for you!!!

[tarlos-spain]

Whump Tarlos Week Day 7

Saturday, Nov 5 Prompts: TARLOS WHUMP: Pick an epis ode with a main Tarlos storyline and make it whumpier (for example: what if TK had relapsed after Gwyn died)

Title: Wonder what I'd do if it were me

Summary: Owen brought Saddie to the loft, he was sure she was going to be safe with Carlos and TK.

He didn't know it was TK and Carlos the ones not safe near her.

When she decided to drug them, to take them away from her path, she was sure a small does will be enough to knock TK down, but she wasn't sure about Carlos, so she decided to be sure and prepared a bigger dose for him.

TK woke up groaning. He felt the cold floor under his body and had to take a few moments to realize that he was in the loft, at home, and that he felt really bad. His head ached and there was a strange metallic taste in his mouth.

He turned around, even though his body was heavy, the very idea of moving was heavy and thinking, made him feel like his body and mind were in different places. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his parched lips.

He wondered how he had gotten to the floor. Had he fainted? Had he fainted and Carlos hadn't helped him? Slowly he sat up, rested his elbows on the floor and made a terrible effort to remember what had happened before he lost consciousness.

They were having dinner, he had gone to get food and remembered how spicy it was. He had gone to the bathroom, but Carlos hadn't minded the spicy taste so much... Sadie... The image of Sadie in the loft came into his head and then he remembered, that just before he had become unconscious, he had felt....

He sat down on the floor and put his hand to his head. It hurt a lot, just like in the old days, with the drugs. Now he had the same feeling of those days when he woke up and felt miserable for having taken anything at all.

Drugs? Why did he feel like he had gotten high?

Saddie... dinner tasted funny. Spicy yes, but there was another flavor he hadn't thought of or hadn't thought possible. Familiar, but he didn't think someone like Saddie, someone Owen trusted, would be able to drug them.

But if he thought hard enough about it, he knew it was true, Saddie had put something in his dinner.

"Carlos!" he shouted and if he could have he would have jumped up to help his boyfriend.

But he was too stunned to move quickly and felt stupid as he rolled over and like a turtle that had been left face up stuck in the middle of the beach.

With his legs aching, his knees prickling and his head dull, he got to his feet. He staggered and had to lean against the door frame. He closed his eyes for a moment to calm himself.

"Carlos." He thought to try to give himself enough strength to move and walk.

But when he saw the figure of Carlos lying on the living room floor, all the ills disappeared or at least were relegated to the back of his mind, because Carlos was there; on the floor, unconscious.

After taking two or three steps, he fell to the floor, his knees protested and he crawled as best he could to Carlos' body. He shook him waiting for a quick response, which didn't come.

"Carlos...babe...wake up, please."