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911: Lone Star Angst Week | Season 1 "Dammit, TK, you promised me this would never happen again."

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angsty shout-outs!
We asked you guys to supply us with your favourite angsty works and you did not disappoint! We have compiled them, as well as some of the mods' favourites, into a by no means definitive list of recs for you to check out in preparation for our angst fest next week!
so, without further ado:
Where All This Love Comes From by @carlos-in-glasses
The Long Goodbye by Mari_Marie
maybe it will turn out this time by @morganaspendragonss
The Wake by Krafty
The Space In Between by @decafdino
Love Can Pull You Out Of Yesterday by @alrightbuckaroo
Weep Not For Me by @henrygrass
You Wanting Me Tonight Feels Impossible by @emsprovisions
2 AM, Kitchen Floor by @heartstringsduet
Even If The World Ends Tomorrow by @bonheur-cafe
Monday by @butchreyes
You Keep Coming Back With A Bird In Your Teeth by vaguenotion
what we leave behind by @goodways
my beatin’ heart belongs to you by bartsy
a safe distance by @tailoredshirt
come what may, i’ll still stay by @strandnreyes
the firehouse by @paperstorm
to build a home by @freneticfloetry
what is sown, what is grown by @never-blooms
one of these days by @butchreyes
trouble will not take me by @marjansmarwani
silence and gloom by @wandering-night19
Drifting Beneath the Horizon by @sunshineacd
Not Much of a Talking Man by RobinPlaysTrumpet15
We are lost (and we're falling) by theskyisblue
Duress Alarm by @aliceschuyler
if i crash, i'm made of steel by @trkstrnd
shape-shifting in an endless sleep by @terramous
in the garden of evil, honey by Maybethereshope
For Better and for Worse by twinfinite
you can hear it in the silence by hoodieweather
our bodies, possessed by light by @reyesstrand
Fall On Me by @moviegeek03
forever in a second too short (home is a heartbeat) by @lire-casander
if my wishes came true, it would've been you by @ravens-words
there is so much talent in this fandom so we narrowed the list down to one per author, but we highly recommend you checking out their other work!
holding on to your final breath
for @911lonestarangstweek day 6 - make a moment of your choice (push wake up scene) as angsty as possible i considered not going so extreme with this one but goddammit it's angst week and i have been rotating this idea in my mind since push aired. also big shout out to emmerdale for recently having a character fall through an icy pond, get hypothermia, and...well. to add some extra angst, tarlos aren't broken up in this fic title from coffins by bohnes ao3 | 1.8k | mcd, hypothermia, seizures, hospitals
One moment he’s drifting off to sleep, one hand loosely in TK’s as the exhaustion of the day catches up with him.
The next, he’s wide awake as the monitors beep and doctors surge around them like a tidal wave pulling him away from the man he loves. TK’s body jerks and twitches, eyes rolled back so far that the lids are cracked open, displaying the whites as he seizes and seizes, and Carlos can’t move, can’t speak, can’t do anything to resist as he’s pushed closer and closer to the door.
“What’s happening?” he manages, to no response. His heart pounds and tears start to streak down his cheeks, heart breaking as he’s forced to face anew the fact that he might actually lose him this time. He resorts to begging, would fall down to his knees and clutch their coats if he could, if it would make TK live. “Is he– Please, please help him. Don’t let him die. Please.”
But they don’t heed his sobs, firmly pulling the door closed once he’s clear, and suddenly all the noise is sucked out of the room. Carlos stands in the vacuum of the waiting room, numbly watching through the glass, until he blinks and he’s in a plastic chair, Tommy on one side and Nancy on the other. Tommy has her head bowed in prayer and Nancy keeps throwing anxious glances in the direction of TK’s room, her foot tapping a jerky beat on the linoleum floor.
Carlos shifts, groaning as stiff muscles are forced back into action; he doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting here, but it must have been a while, as through the window the sky has turned black, snowflakes still visible in the glow of street lamps. His movement alerts Tommy and Nancy to his newly alert state, and they turn in unison to smile at him, gathering up his hands and squeezing them.
“What…” he starts, but trails off as he remembers the incessant beeping, the tremors ripping through TK’s body, the voices that all blurred into one long stream of bad news. His head whips around, desperately searching for signs of life behind those doors, and dreading what will happen if there isn’t.
@911lonestarangstweek Day 1
Wake up from your slumber
Nancy had experienced what it was like waiting for a loved one to escape the grasping hands of a coma but never as someone’s partner.
She didn’t like it.
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Day 1 - 24th March - Season 1 | “You promised me this would never happen again.” |
Tarlos Angst week Día 1
Título: A cualquier precio
Propt: Gunshot wound
Resumen: Carlos había conseguido cerrar por fin el horrible capítulo de su vida que suponía el asesinato de su padre. Ya sabía quien se lo había arrebatado, quien le había matado y por qué. Era hora de seguir adelante con su vida y con su familia. TK y Jonah, su hijo, ese maravilloso niño que había entrado a forma parte imprescindible de su día a día le necesitaban. Pero haber recibido un disparo a unos cuantos cientos de kilómetros y tener que pasar unos innecesarios días allí, solo le hacía estar nervioso y querer salir corriendo. No fue una genialidad pedir el alta antes de tiempo, mentir y decir que le esperaban en el hospital de Austin. Pero cuando Carlos Reyes se obsesionaba por algo, ni siquiera una herida de bala iba a detenerle y mucho menos para regresar a casa con las dos personas más quería en el mundo.
Notas: Es hora de comenzar la Tarlos Angst Week, así que aquí estoy. He decidido cambiar un poco la idea porque me cuesta bastante escribir en estos días, pero con el Tarlos todo es más fácil, así que nada de buscar por temporadas, simplemente he dejado que las ideas fluyeran y ver por donde salía todo.
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Bound to Drown
Fandom: 911 Lone Star Relationship: Nancy&Judd Rating: Teen WC: 1.1k
For @911lonestarangstweek day 3 prompt: loss.
Summary: A call hits too close to home for Nancy bringing up her grief and trauma, but luckily she has a friend who understands all too well what she’s been through.
Nancy and Tommy climb out of the ambulance and grab their gear before hurrying over to where Judd is directing his crew. He gives the last of them their tasks before turning to the paramedics. “Nothing for you yet, but standby. We think there’s someone stuck inside.” “Will do, Captain Ryder.” Tommy gives him a quick grin, before she and Nancy move further back so they’re out of the firefighters’ ways. They watch as their colleagues fight the fire, which is slowly engulfing more of the house, but thankfully it’s far enough away from its neighbours that the risk of it spreading is low. It’s a little while of waiting and watching but then a shout goes up, and Mateo and Paul appear from the flames carrying a seemingly unconscious figure, so Nancy leaps into action and hurries to meet them, knowing without needing to check that Tommy’s right behind her.
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The one I can’t live without
“Am I okay?” he hisses like a rattlesnake. “My boyfriend just took a swan dive off a four-story building with an asshole with a gun. What do you think, Carlos? Does that sound okay?”
Carlos does something reckless at work upsetting TK.
Written for @911lonestarangstweek - Day 1: Emotional whump + “How do we fix this?”
In hindsight, Carlos probably shouldn’t have been so flippant in the sight of TK’s worry.
He’s running on adrenaline. They’re in the middle of a standoff on the roof of a four-story apartment building with him between an erratic gunman on the ledge and his girlfriend. He’s trying to talk the man into lowering his gun when his radio goes live, letting him know the rescue cushion has been inflated below them, and he cringes as it causes the man before him to lose the last bit of grip he has on the situation. He doesn’t stop to think; he sees the man’s trigger finger start to pull back, and Carlos rushes forward, his arms going around the guy’s waist. Next thing Carlos knows, they’re in the air freefalling before landing on the giant cushion.
Screaming and orders are being shouted as he rolls off the cushion with his arms still around the man. He lets him go to grab his cuffs before standing him up and passing him over to his partner, finding a look of exasperation on her face.
“You’re either the bravest or dumbest son of a bitch I know, Reyes,” she says with a shake of her head before tilting it in the direction of a series of first responder vehicles. “Get your ass over there to make sure you still have your brains in the right place, though after this stunt, I have to wonder.”
Carlos rolls his eyes but does what she says, starting to make his way over to the paramedics.
“By the way,” she calls out, causing him to look back at her. “Your man is over there spitting nails.”
Carlos winces, just now noticing the number on one of the rigs. He continues walking over, feeling dread as he spots Paul and Judd and sees the pitying looks on their faces as he passes them. He sees Tommy and Nancy first. They seem to be forming a barrier with their bodies, and he quickly realizes it’s because TK is behind them, sitting on the edge of their rig with his head between his knees, taking in deep breaths.
“Baby, are you okay?” he asks, concerned, stepping around them only to step back when TK snaps his head up to look at him, his green eyes flashing.
“Am I okay?” he hisses like a rattlesnake. “My boyfriend just took a swan dive off a four-story building with an asshole with a gun. What do you think, Carlos? Does that sound okay?”
“TK – “ he starts to say with what he hopes is a calming voice. It seems to do the exact opposite as TK turns redder, his face twisting into a nasty scowl.
“Of all the reckless, stupid, boneheaded things to do,” he rants. “What were you thinking? Were you even thinking at all – “
Carlos scoffs, and even though his brain is screaming at him not to continue, he can’t help himself when TK gives him a challenging look at the sound. “That’s a little hypocritical coming from you, don’t you think? Reckless is kind of your trademark.”
He knows it’s the wrong thing to say the second the words are out of his mouth. He expects TK to curse him out if he’s honest. What he isn’t expecting is the flash of hurt he sees cross TK’s face or the way his hand trembles. He feels his stomach drop unpleasantly as TK’s eyes shine wet, and he’s more than ready to apologize when TK turns towards his Captain.
In the midnight hour, we came alive
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He heard footsteps behind as he walked him but thought nothing of it until he noticed a figure leaning against the side of a building, at the mouth of an alley. It seemed innocent enough but something about it made the hair on the back of Carlos’s neck stand on edge. Something wasn’t right.
Or, When Carlos goes off on his own while out with TK and Paul, he finds more far trouble than he expected. ---- Day 2 of Angst Week: "does it hurt badly?” + "don’t move, they hit your head really hard” + infected wound for bthb
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This one was started with a prompt request from an Anon who asked for hurt Carlos and I decided to throw in my infected wound square for @badthingshappenbingo, requested by @immortalstrand.
Beta’d by @silvarafael
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“I still don’t know why you didn’t ask Picnic Girl to come out with us.”
Carlos rolled his eyes fondly as Paul glared at TK, “Will you let that go?”
“No, I will not,” TK said firmly. “It seemed like she liked you and I know you liked her. So I’m just wondering why you haven’t seen more of her.”
“You know most of us don’t just fall into a perfect committed relationship with the first person we meet in a new town, TK. Some of us have to play the game.”
“First of all, don’t hate,” TK chided, sliding an arm around Carlos’s waist as he spoke and flashing him a grin before he continued. “Secondly, you have been playing the game! And you found a girl that seems like a good match for you. So I’m just curious why you aren’t trying harder to pursue it.”
Paul opened up his mouth to respond to his friend but was interrupted when the line moved forward.
“Oh thank god,” Carlos muttered, rather louder than he meant to, causing the other two to look at him. “Don’t give me those looks,” he said defensively, “ you two have been having this argument all night. I will happily take any distraction. Like this lovely ID check before we get into the club where it will be too loud for you to hear each other enough to continue this conversation.”