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kiankiwi · 5 days
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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!)
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carlosreyesazwhump · 2 years
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L - Lung Distress
L - Lung Distress
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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 · 1 year
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911: Lone Star | TK Strand in 2.11
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cake-chad · 29 days
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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
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sporesgalaxy · 7 months
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what ever man. i dont even care. <- lying
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lonestardust · 1 year
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they fit like puzzle pieces!!!!!!!
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shalpilot · 11 days
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temporary buddies
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wehaveagathering · 5 months
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PHL @ EDM 1.2.24 || mattias ekholm you will not see heaven
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angryangeldreamsalad · 4 months
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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-
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parameddic · 9 months
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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
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kiankiwi · 1 year
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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
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tarlos-spain · 1 year
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Tarlos advent Calendar
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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.
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carlosreyesazwhump · 2 years
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G - Gasping
Summary: Carlos enters a fire when a kid is in danger. He enters without any equipment. He says he's ok, he can go home and he thinks he will sleep until TK comes back from his shit. Things doesnt' happen as he wish
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It was rare for Carlos not to see TK or the rest of the 126 team on a call. But that day he had been assigned to a different part of town. Still, seeing members of another barracks go into the fire or seeing another ambulance taking care of people in the building block injured by the fire or who had swallowed too much smoke was strange to him.
"Relaxed day for you, eh Reyes?"
He turned to Mitchell who patted him on the back.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because TK nor anyone else in your firefighting family is here. Nothing can happen to them." Carlos looked at her blankly. "You should see yourself when they're the ones getting into fires, you stop breathing and if on top of that it's TK who has to get into a fire.
Carlos laughed. He could imagine that face when he saw TK enter a dangerous place. His heart would race, sometimes he would stop breathing, it was true, and he would get hysterical until he saw him come out.
Mitchell was right, he had a hard time worrying about his family.
He didn't have time to answer because an announcement came over the radio. "Attention all units. We have a minor trapped in the basement."
"We have no free units."
"We need more units." Said another voice over the radio.
"129 en route."
"Five minutes."
"Five minutes with a kid in there is too much." Carlos said quietly. He turned around and looked around for someone who could help but there were more cops, civilians and injured than firefighters and paramedics and everyone was busy. "Mitchell, I'm going in."
"What do you mean you're going in? You can't go in, you don't have the equipment and that place is full of smoke."
"Precisely because it's full of smoke I can't leave a child in there."
Mitchell knew she could do nothing against that look on Carlos' face. They had known each other too long already.
"Okay, you go in, but I want you at all times with the radio on and every five minutes you tell me how you're doing."
Getting in, getting to the basement and finding the boy was easy enough, at least considering he was all covered in smoke and could barely see anything. He tried to cover his mouth and nose as he had been taught, as many times TK and the rest of the 126th had told him. He walked as low as he could, he knew that smoke weighs more than air.
The boy, a kid who couldn't have been more than eight years old, was huddled between the washing machines in the building. He didn't want to come out at first, terrified that everything was filling up with smoke too fast.
But somehow Carlos managed to gain his trust, get him to accept his hand and follow him out of the building.
Carlos coughed as he reached outside, suddenly the clean air outside bothered his throat and lungs. But it felt good to see the paramedics take the boy away and bring him to safety. He was sure that in no time, the little boy was with his parents and that alone was worth it.
"Kings! Carlos!" Mitchell swept her hand in front of Carlos' face to get his attention. "Are you alright? You need to let them take a look at you?"
"I'm fine, I've only been in there a few minutes, I haven't breathed enough smoke."
"Carlos..."
"I'm serious. I'm fine and I live with a paramedic, if anything happens I'm going straight to the ER."
Mitchell murdered him with a glare, but again she knew there wasn't much more she could do to hold him back. She knew that if TK was there, if Captain Strand or any of his buddies were there, they would manage to hold him off or even make him go straight to the hospital.
But she got nowhere.
"You tell TK as soon as you see him."
"Okay, okay. Relax, it's all under control, I've only been in there five minutes and barely breathed any smoke."
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guardian-angle22 · 1 year
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TK/Carlos + Touch
↳ 2.12 The Big Heat
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dogwittaablog · 1 month
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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.
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aroacee-of-spades · 6 months
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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
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