according to @meloingly having 32k of a fic that was supposed to be 20k tops should count as over the 80% of said fic done.
well, those 32k are not even half the fic, so... what do you say? i say it's not even 50% done.

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according to @meloingly having 32k of a fic that was supposed to be 20k tops should count as over the 80% of said fic done.
well, those 32k are not even half the fic, so... what do you say? i say it's not even 50% done.
heal me (with you I’m whole): a tarlos fic
“You’ll be sporting one hell of a bruise, though.”
Carlos nods. “Yeah, not my first rodeo,” he says through gritted teeth as he attempts to sit up.
“Easy, easy,” Mitchell reaches out, her hands on Carlos’s shoulders as she helps him move.
The sound of sirens start to fill the air around them as the ambulance gets closer and closer. Mitchell looks in that direction, seeing the ambulance park in the alley entrance.
“Hey, Reyes. Isn’t your man a paramedic now?” She asks, her eyes not leaving the bus.
“Yeah.”
“Well, he’s not gonna be happy about this,” she replies, the bold 126 numbers stuck on the ambulance her biggest clue.
Or: Carlos is hit with a bullet while he and his partner chase a suspect, giving him a nasty and painful bruise. Cue TK working through his worry as he takes care of his injured boyfriend, in more ways than one.
for bad things happen bingo: tarlos + bruises
established tk strand/carlos reyes, major character injury, emotional hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort, angst, whump, fluff, team as family, hurt carlos reyes, worried tk strand, angst with a happy ending, comfort, paramedic tk
5.4k | on ao3
*****
“Dispatch, this is 363-H-20, in pursuit of suspect on foot, heading west on Sixth.”
“Copy, 363-H-20,” a female voice replies.
Carlos doesn’t have a second to spare to give dispatch more information because said suspect has turned to face the officers and started firing his gun in the direction of Carlos and his partner.
“Take cover!” Carlos yells as he and Mitchell dive behind a dumpster, hearing the collision of metal with metal echo against and through the steel.
He takes hold of his radio and presses down on the side button. “Shots fired. I repeat, shots fired. Requesting back-up.”
Carlos hears dispatch’s acknowledgment and starts studying the layout to come up with a plan to catch this guy. He carefully starts moving to get a better view of where the suspect was last standing, and when no bullets come flying his way, Carlos dares to move swiftly but cautiously into the open. He spots the back of the man running towards a nearby alley.
“Mitchell, I’ll follow him, you go around and cut him off from the other end of the alley,” Carlos quickly pieces the plan together.
Mitchell gives him a firm nod and starts moving, gun drawn.
Carlos starts jogging in the direction the suspect was last seen heading in, his vision and focus narrowed to just that.
Mitchell is about to reach the alley when a shot rings and bounces off the brick walls. She gulps, racing towards the source of the sound.
She freezes when she enters the alley. It’s only for a second but it felt like hours. Her wide eyes catch movement ahead and she diverts her gaze to see the suspect racing back in the direction he came from.
“Officer down! Officer down!” She screams into her clutched radio. “Suspect last seen fleeing on foot heading east.” She relays the information before dropping to her knees next to Carlos’s unmoving body. “Reyes!”
With a quick scan, she finds Carlos’s service weapon discarded on the ground next to him and a hand grasping at his chest.
“Reyes!” She tries again, moving to touch her partner but pulls back when Carlos startles.
Halloo!!!
I have a Tarlos prompt 👀👀👀
So, Carlos whump, preferably physical but if you want emotional that's a-okay! But I need TK taking care of Carlos ❤️
hi, thank you for the prompt!! this has turned out to be very light whump which is actually more fluffy than anything, but i hope you enjoy it still!
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The last thing TK expects when he comes home is to find his boyfriend bleeding out over their dinner.
Well. perhaps bleeding out is a bit of an exaggeration, but, in TK’s defence, Carlos’s entire hand is coated in blood, as are the knife and chopping board in front of him. TK curses and drops his duffle, causing Carlos to jump and scatter the contents of their first aid kit all over the floor.
Blood drips onto the tiles as Carlos bends to gather everything up, and TK finally shakes off his shocked stupor, rushing over to help. He grabs Carlos’s injured hand, ignoring his protests and the blood to check the wound, though it’s made difficult by Carlos’s constant attempts to pull away.
“Carlos, stop, I’m trying to help!”
“Babe, I’m fine, just -”
“There is blood literally everywhere, Carlos!” TK glares at his boyfriend, but Carlos just raises an eyebrow, apparently amused by the whole situation. Which is ridiculous, because TK’s not seeing anything to laugh about. “What?”
Carlos gently extracts his hand from TK’s grip and stands, turning to rinse the blood off under the tap. When most of it is gone, he turns back to TK, an infuriating smile on his face. “There,” he says, presenting his thumb. “Nothing to see.”
TK wouldn’t exactly call it nothing; there’s a pretty sizable cut across the tip of Carlos’s thumb, and blood instantly soaks through the paper towel he wraps around it, but he’s willing to admit it’s not as bad as he thought. “You could have told me that before I started freaking out,” he grumbles, collecting up the remaining medical supplies and packing them away haphazardly.
“You didn’t give me a chance,” Carlos points out, earning himself another glare.
“Shut up.”
He takes Carlos’s arm and guides him to the couch, gently shoving him down onto it. Carlos goes without protest, just watching as TK busies himself gathering bandages and antiseptic before moving to sit on the coffee table. He can feel Carlos’s gaze on him as he devotes his full attention to the cut - possibly a little more attention than it needs, but he can picture the exact expression on his boyfriend’s face right now and he’d rather not have any distractions, thanks.
Carlos hisses in pain at the sting of the antiseptic, and TK winces. “Sorry,” he mutters, finishing wiping the wound and picking up the bandage. “What did you even do?”
“Slipped while chopping the potatoes.” Carlos shrugs. “It’s no big deal. I was handling it just fine on my own.”
“Your whole hand is shaking, but keep telling yourself that, babe.” TK smoothes down the tape on the bandage, then looks up. And - yep. There it is. Carlos has that stupid, soft smile of his on his lips and his eyes are unfairly warm as they lock onto TK’s. Even now, TK feels a fluttering in his gut as he looks at him, and a light blush rises on his own cheeks. “Look,” he says, not letting go of Carlos’s hand, “I know you were handling it. But you didn’t have to. Even if it is just a tiny cut, I want to be here to help you.”
Maintaining eye contact, TK lifts Carlos’s thumb to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss over the bandages. “All better.”
It’s Carlos’s turns to flush as he shakes his head. “You’re an idiot,” he says, reaching for TK’s waist and pulling him into his lap. TK winds his arms around Carlos’s shoulders, pressing his nose into his hair.
A comfortable silence descends, but it barely lasts for five seconds before it’s broken by a loud grumbling from TK’s stomach. He groans, swatting at Carlos when he laughs.
“Take out?” Carlos asks.
“Considering you bled all over the potatoes,” TK replies drily, grinning, “I think that would be best.”
I keep going back to the episode and freakingout about more stuff and my obsession for today IS HOW WHEN TK SAID THAT WHAT CARLOS SAID MADE HIM INSECURE AND DOUBT HIS THEIR RELATIONSHIP CARLOS DISNT GET DEFENSIVE OR OFFENDED, HE JUST LOOKED DOWN, NODDED AND SAID "I SEE, I'M SORRY TO HEAR THAT"
Is that validation I hear? Is that understanding that what I said hurt you and even though I was hurt myself I recognise what I did and I apologise for it? Is that mature honest conversation where Carlos sees that words hurt and he can't dismiss that pain he caused even if it wasn't his intention?
HEALTHY COMMUNICATING TARLOS OWNS MY ENTIRE HERAT AND SOUL
CARLOS REYES IS JUST... I HAVE NO WORDS FOR HIM. HE SHATTERS ME.
The way that he wanted to avoid all of this because he knew it would hurt TK - because, in a way, he knew that he would probably end up hurting TK in the process of trying to protect him... At the end of the day, he just wasn’t ready for this moment to happen, and he fucked it up. He knows he did. And he’s deeply, DEEPLY sorry for it. (The ways his voice shakes on “this is why I was avoiding introducing you, because I didn’t want that to happen” MY GOD SOMEONE HOLD ME.)
The micro moment that has been rolling through me for the past few days is how, right after TK says he wasn’t feeling safe and Carlos says “I see, I’m sorry to hear that,” he tightens his jaw and presses his lips together, and then very exaggeratedly swallows - like it physically hurts him to swallow. He’s literally swallowing the truth that HE made TK feel unsafe. And it’s a fucking hard pill for him to swallow.
I think if we were to boil Carlos Reyes down to a single character trait, it’s that he lives to protect people. To make them feel safe and comfortable. That is his essence. So, everything he did in this episode stems from that: he tried to protect his parents from a truth that maybe they weren’t ready to hear, he was trying to protect TK from a less-than-stellar first meeting with his parents. And I think, in a small way, he was trying to just protect himself from hurting these three people that mean the world to them, which would have hurt him. I mean, he hurts when those he loves are hurting.
So, when TK says that he didn’t feel safe, it is literally that nail in the coffin that screams “Carlos, you failed. You didn’t protect him. You let him get hurt. You messed up.” And in that one heavy swallow, we see how that has absolutely destroyed him inside. Like, maybe he’s having to choke down that feeling of failing, that feeling that not only is someone he loves hurting, but that it’s his fault.
GIVE CARLOS ALL THE HUGS. GIVE RAFA ALL THE AWARDS. I WILL NEVER STOP SCREAMING ABOUT THIS EPISODE AND THESE MOMENTS.
16 or 17, from Carlos to TK 👀
It’s close to midnight when Carlos finally gets a break at work and checks his phone. He frowns down at it when he finds five messages waiting for him from his boyfriend. Worried, he opens the thread only to huff out a laugh when he sees nothing is actually wrong, and instead, TK is simply being TK.
‘Why do you have to have a shift on my night off?’
‘That’s so rude of your captain. I’m gonna have a talk with her.’
‘You could be home cuddling with me, and she has you working.’
‘Call me when you have a second? I miss you.’
‘I’m tired, and the bed feels so empty without you here.’
Carlos shakes his head, amused and endeared by his boyfriend’s open neediness. It took a while for him to open up to Carlos, playing it close to the chest when they first started this thing between them. Carlos now understands why. Months after being together, TK had finally told him about everything that led to his move to Austin. His heart had ached for his boyfriend as he quietly listened, his hold on TK’s hand tightening as he recounted his breakup and the overdose that followed. The walls TK had around his heart for the longest time finally made all kinds of sense.
It humbled Carlos that after everything TK had gone through, he was still willing to take a chance on him. And Carlos, who had silently promised himself never to hurt TK since their moment at the precinct, swore at that moment once more that he would do everything in his power to never hurt the beautiful man before him baring his soul.
He hesitates for a moment, not sure if he should call or not. It’s one of the rare nights TK has off, he could be asleep already, and Carlos will be home in an hour anyway. He finally presses the call button when he rereads the last two messages.
“Hi, baby,” TK greets him softly at the second ring, easing Carlos’ fears that he might have woken him up.
“Sweetheart,” he answers, loving and quiet, mostly because he can’t help himself. TK just brings it out of him, but also because there are still a few of his coworkers around the bullpen, and they tease him more than enough about the giant soft spot of his named TK Strand. “Everything okay?”
“Mmhmm,” TK drags out, and Carlos shakes his head. He easily picks up on the teasing quality in TK’s voice, knowing whatever he says next will just mess with the rest of his shift. “Sure,” TK continues, the pitch of his voice low, causing Carlos to grip his phone a little tighter. “Except for the fact that I’m in your bed, alone, with no one to play with but myself. Other than that, everything is peachy.”
He curses before he can stop himself, rolling his eyes as it makes TK snicker. “You absolute menace,” he hisses. This time TK downright laughs joyfully, and Carlos smiles on reflex. In his opinion, there is no sound more beautiful than TK’s laughter.
“Gotta give you an incentive to get home faster, babe,” TK answers without remorse. Even though he has to know that Carlos’ pants are tighter just from the thought of TK in his bed doing what he’s insinuating.
“Yeah, because I need an incentive when it comes to you,” he says dryly, earning another chuckle from his boyfriend.
“How’s your night going?” TK asks now more seriously. “Everything good?”
“Yeah, baby,” he says, reassuring him. “I don’t want to jinx it, but I have one more report to finish, and I’m done. If I hurry, I can be home before one.”
“Ohhh,” TK says excitedly. “Then please, by all means, hurry.”
Carlos chuckles. He can’t help himself; any conversation with TK just lightens his mood, even in the middle of the night, after a long shift. He turns in his chair, crouching a bit to give himself some extra privacy. “Will you stay up for me?” he asks, dropping his voice in a way he knows makes TK shiver. “Will you be ready for me?”
He smirks when it makes TK inhale sharply. His boyfriend isn’t the only one who can tease.
“And you call me a menace,” TK mutters.
“That doesn’t answer my question,” he taunts, holding back his amusement when TK grumbles some more.
“You get home and come straight to bed, and you’ll see how ready I am for you, deal?” TK answers, taunting him back.
Carlos swallows hard as he hears the rustling of the covers, his active imagination already picturing what TK might be doing. “That’s a deal, baby.”
fic request from the 100 dialogue prompts to make a reader swoon
13, Tarlos. Preferably Carlos is the one making snow angels but Ill honestly take anything you write 😍
13. “I can’t believe you’re making snow angels at a time like this!”
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“Come. On.” TK grit out between clenched teeth, unable to keep his frustration in check any longer.
He reached even higher, stretching his arm up so far that he couldn’t even see whether he’d managed to get a signal on his cell phone or not. He shifted his position, preparing to move up from the hood and onto the top of the car, but instead, he lost his footing, phone clattering down to the icy asphalt as firm hands came around his waist, catching him before he could fall.
I like Mr. Beast overall, yeah.
Some of his videos are eh, but that's just my personal opinion where I don't enjoy the thing he's doing in a specific video.
But I also recognise that he is truly a good person. He's known to help so many people and communities, always giving more than he takes. Whether it be random viewers/subscribers, or random small streamers, or even his giant trees event, he's gives back to those who give to him.Even the people who used to work with him and then left rarely had anything bad to say.
Of course though, COVID is a weird issue as always. Because, as a medical professional, a part of me wants them all to stay inside and never do anything, but another part understands that that's impossible, and if they are going out and doing stuff, it might as well be as safe as possible and getting tested and vaccinated. I can't imagine them not having a sanitation team.
It's not the perfect situation, but if they're doing it, it's the ideal way 🤷🏽♀️
That's actually a good point - to his character rather than anything else - if the people you have worked with have good things to say that's usually a plus, especially since he's the employer
And yeah, I get it. Corona has been an extraneous variable in a lot of things I feel. Mr. Beast's case is one where I can't really call them irresponsible - because there are those people with no regard for other people and I hate them - but they've not necessarily been responsible either
(+ idk what specifically, but thank you for your work as a medical professional :o that's a job I know I couldn't do)
I have 150+ tabs of AO3 open on my phone...
They’re all awaiting commenting and kudos...
If anyone I know on here gets a comment on a fic that’s like six months old...
I-
Yeah...