#and i just want to give judd a hug so bad
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Well I rewatched the pilot again-
AND IT MADE ME FEEL ALL THE THINGS.
Like I knew it would but once again I am like-
I LOVE YOU BEAUTIFUL DORKS SO MUCH ALREADY
#911 lone star#911 ls#911 ls rewatch#but seriously#what shows start off as good as this one#season 1 slaps so hard#season 1 owen#season 1 owen is seriously the best#season 1 owen and tk makes me so happy#and the honky tonk scene oh my god#like carlos in the background lurking over TK’s shoulder#like you know he said to michelle you need to ask the fire captain to dance#he’s been talking with his dad all night i can’t get him alone otherwise#please don’t make me ask this cute boy out in front of his dad#love these dorks so much already#i am not well#tk and carlos#tk x owen#and i just want to give judd a hug so bad#and tk#basically everyone needs a hug in this
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More Judd smut?
More Judd smut yay (,:
Tags: fem! Reader, porn with a little plot?, what the fuck is hormone monster dialogue, everyone is horny fr, Nick and Andrew are creeps, but also scared of Judd, and very curious, questionable babysitting?, smoking, participating in the act of “getting stoned”, smoking inside, use of the word simp un-ironically, Judd gives super useless dating advice, not so safe sex, please use protection! please do not read if you’re uncomfortable with smut(,:
Summary: you and Judd are the designated babysitters for the night.
Read my OG Judd story? Here
Author’s note: hi gang (,: I remember when I was like “mental illness funny haha” but it’s really not funny anymore 🥹 I know I disappear all the time,, and I don’t even wanna apologize this time lol. But anyways, this has been brewing in my docs for like MONTHS and now I’ve come back, humbly offering you another Judd smut since the other one is surprisingly popular. Eat well, my children
The one where Judd gives dating advice
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(Note, Judd is so cute and I love him :,)
“I don’t care about those horny little shits, I’m just saying they’re old enough to fuck off and do whatever they want. I don’t want my pissstain of a brother hanging around you, your sister is also fucking weird—“
You gently elbowed him. “—You’re fucking weird, Judd. And the kids aren’t really that bad, you’re a bit dramatic, babe,” you said, and he angrily grumbled something in response as he slammed the microwave shut. The microwave made a noise, and you watched the third batch of popcorn slowly expand and start to pop.
Unfortunately for Judd, your parents had collectively decided to go out the day you had promised him a date. Mr and Mrs Birch got a coupon for a recently opened Thai restaurant and decided to invite yours, Missy’s and Andrew’s parents out for dinner, making you the designated babysitter of the night. Leah had ditched the whole ordeal, and Judd was planning to ditch as well until you sent him a picture of your tits and told him he could still come over if he behaved.
With Maury clouding his judgement, there was no fucking way he could say no to that.
So now, he was stuck making popcorn for a bunch of middle schoolers. Not to mention he had a pretty bad track record with the kids, they were all absolutely terrified of him. Except of course Jessie, who was deeply in love with him. He grunted in annoyance, turning around to face you with his arms crossed over his chest.
He had been muttering complaints under his breath ever since you started setting up for the movie. He was absolutely livid that the kids stole away his one-on-one private time with his girlfriend, but for you (and your boobs) he tried to somewhat restrain himself.
“Judd, baby, look at me,” you stepped out in front of him, reaching up and gently rubbing his cheek, forcing his attention on you. “I know this is not ideal. But, if you play nice, I have a little something for you when the kids go to bed,” you purred, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
He grabbed your waist, kneading the soft flesh in his big hands. Even though he looked intimidating as all hell, not to mention he absolutely towered over you, he was wrapped around your pinky finger.
He leaned down and buried his face in your neck. “It better be good, slut..” he grunted, brushing his lips over your neck. You slapped the back of his head, feeling him frown against your skin. “I said behave, bitch-boy.” Your tone was sharp, and he knew not to push you any further.
“Fine, alright. Whatever.” He grumbled, hugging you closer to his body.
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It was precisely 7’oclock when the kids arrived. Jessie was still in her room, not wanting to hang out with you and Judd alone; she had refused to come out after your parents left.
Surprisingly, Judd was the first at the door. He grinned evilly. “Welcome to purgatory, you little shits.” He said, looking down at the 8th graders menacingly. “Bitch! Your sister's dumb friends are here!” He called over his shoulder.
You huffed audibly. “Are you gonna let them in or what, numbnuts?” You called back to him, pouring the last packet of popcorn into a bowl.
He frowned and stepped aside, letting the now pretty frightened kids inside. Missy walked in first, smiling nervously at Judd, then came Andrew and Nick.
Nick was about to step inside, when Judd put a hand on his shoulder. The younger boy stopped dead in his tracks, praying to whatever god he could think of that his brother would let him off easy. “I didn’t do anything! Judd, I swear, please let me go!” He shouted, voice breaking multiple times.
A ghost of a smirk crossed Judd’s face. “Don’t try shit, or I will rip your tiny dick off and force it down your throat. Got it, asslicker?”
Nick swallowed thickly, frantically nodding his head. Of course Judd had picked up on his brother's crush on you, as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world.
“Y-You got it, Judd!” He confirmed, panicked chuckles escaping him.
“Judd. Let him inside.” You stomped up to them, looking so livid you scared Judd back into being nice as you crossed your arms over your chest. Nick looked away quickly, a pink flush covering his face and neck.
Judd pushed Nick inside with a frown, once again not being able to refuse you. The kids looked on in bewilderment as the intimidating teen seemed to slightly cower under your glare, complying to your will. He looked down at them with something akin to shame, before following after you like a lost puppy.
The kids were in complete shock. Had Judd been fucking possesed?
You called out to Jessie, telling her to come out of her room, before dragging Judd back into the kitchen.
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“Y/nnn! Can you start the movie already?” Jessie whined loudly.
A bit of shuffling could be heard in the kitchen. ”I-In a minute! We’re just fixing some drinks!” You called out, voice slightly shaky.
“.. do you really think they’re getting drinks?” Missy asked, after an agonising minute of silence. The kids sat stiffly on the couch.
You had told them to make themselves at home, but none of them were able to really calm down with Judd in the house.
Jessie scoffed. “Does it sound like they’re getting drinks? My sister's kind of a slut if you haven’t noticed.” She spat.
Nick rolled his eyes. “So is Judd.”
The two of them weren’t able to get over their jealousy of your relationship, somehow not yet registering that they didn’t stand a chance with high schoolers.
“Come on guys, that’s not a very nice thing to say,” Missy said nervously, glancing at the kitchen door.
“Jessie, do you think it’s possible I can get a glass of milk? I feel very dehydrated right now,” Andrew muttered, wringing his hands.
Jessie sighed and Nick immediately began explaining in detail how Judd would murder him. But ultimately, after a long and intense discussion, the kids decided to venture into the kitchen.
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“You promised to be nice,” You said over your shoulder, holding Judd’s hand as you pulled him to the kitchen.
“I am nice.” He huffed, letting go of your hand and instead reaching out to grab your waist. He gently lifted you, setting you down on the counter top before stepping in between your legs. For a moment you thought he would lead it somewhere, but your face morphed into a gentle smile when he buried his face in your neck, hands gently rubbing up and down your sides.
You softly stroked his hair, making the angry agent of chaos visibly relax as he melted into your touch. “You didn’t even last ten seconds,” You muttered, immediately recognizing his actions as jealousy.
He breathed out against your neck, and you couldn’t help but softly laugh at the tingly feeling. “It was nice enough for me to make the popcorn, do you want me to fucking hand feed them too?” He grumbled, straightening up so he could glare down at you.
You rolled your eyes. “Calm down there, Mr. grumpy-pants. All I ask is that you remain civil for the night, or at least until the movie’s over,” You gave him your very best puppy dog eyes, reaching up to gently brush your hands over his jaw again. Reluctantly, he leaned into your touch, fighting to keep his angry glare.
Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t deny how absolutely soft he was for you. Your touch calmed him like no other, not even horror movies or tormenting the neighbourhood made him feel as gleeful as when you touched him.
He hummed in response, not really registering what you said, too focused on your touch. His own hands travelled from your waist to your thighs, gently squeezing. You let out a soft little sigh and instantly Maury appeared.
‘What? What’d I miss? You’re gonna fuck?’ The hormone monster asked, observing the situation. ‘Oooh! You should totally have a quickie, let’s see how many fingers you can stuff in her before the kids find out!’ He grinned, shaking Judd by the shoulders.
“Shut the fuck up.” Judd growled, making Maury let out a series of horse laughs. ‘Oh ho ho ho! At least get a good feel of her boob, we need something to get through the movie!’ He said dramatically, before patting Judd’s head and walking off in search of new entertainment.
Judd thought about it for a moment, before slowly sliding his right hand up your tummy until he could palm one of your tits.
“Judd,” You said, placing your hand over the one he had on your chest, but not removing it. “You gotta behave, alright? Just for tonight. And you can touch aaall you want after, I promise,” You said, finishing the sentence with a long kiss to his cheek.
“Fuck. Okay, fine.” He relented, removing his hand from your boob and intertwining his fingers with yours instead. He leaned in, pressing a series of wet kisses to your jaw and neck.
You hummed happily, half closing your eyes until you caught movement somewhere over Judd’s shoulders. You immediately straightened up, opening your eyes fully only to make eye contact with four completely stupefied middle schoolers.
The kids were too stunned to speak, literally.
Andrew was stammering incoherently, Nick seemed to find the ceiling very interesting, Missy and Jessi had both turned completely red in face but for very different reasons.
“Oh. Hello,” You said awkwardly, pushing Judd away and jumping off the counter quickly.
Your boyfriend in question let out a disappointed grunt, murderously glaring down the kids but keeping quiet. You all stood in complete silence for a few, agonisingly long seconds, until Andrew finally spoke up.
Still wringing his hands, the preteen stepped slightly closer to you. “Y/n, I’m very sorry to interrupt. But could I maybe get a glass of milk? It would really help with my nervous stomach—“ You cut him off before he could go into further detail about his digestive system and smiled warmly at him.
“—Of course. Why don’t you follow Judd back into the living room, he’ll start the movie for you and then I’ll be right out. Okay?”
If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under.
Judd bore holes through your back with his eyes, as you turned to open the fridge. “O-okay! Once again, thank you Y/n,” Andrew said, seemingly relieved.
Slowly the kids turned to walk out the kitchen, drizzling out one after the other. Jessi bore a somewhat mischievous smile, walking a bit slower on purpose in hopes she could walk next to Judd. Your boyfriend sighed heavily, uncrossing his arms and following after the kids. He was slowly coming to realise that he had no other choice, than to be a slave for a gang of middle schoolers.
The kids were again stiffly seated on the couch, this time with Judd sitting in the far end. Jessie had glued herself to his side, shamelessly sitting as close to him as possible. He was sure he would accidentally hit her if he moved his arm just the slightest.
He was holding the remote, quickly flicking through movies on netflix as the kids fought over what to watch.
“Shut the fuck up.” He barked. “I’ll find you a good movie,” And by “good movie'' he meant the absolutely goriest horror flick netflix had to offer.
Judd grinned sinisterly as he chose a movie, looking over to see the kids all sporting comically shocked expressions.
Andrew carefully glanced at Judd. “Excuse me, Judd, but are you sure this movie is suitable for children?” He asked.
“Y-yeah. Doesn’t that say you have to be sixteen..? My mom said I shouldn’t watch scary movies until I feel ready,” Missy added.
Nick didn’t say anything. He was scared enough of his brother already to disagree openly with him, and he also didn’t want to seem like a wimp in front of Jessi.
“It’s about time you little pussies grow up. Be quiet and just watch the fucking movie,” Judd said, as mischievously as his monotone voice would allow him to sound.
Jessi nodded gravely. “Yeah, guys. Shut up. It’s just a movie,” She said, looking up at Judd with big eyes for approval. He only grunted, pressing start on the remote.
Within the first few minutes, Andrew and Nick were clinging to each other. Missy was curled in on herself, watching the movie through her spread fingers. Judd grinned evilly, satisfied with his choice as he started digging through his pockets.
He was quick to dig up a lighter and half a blunt. A bloody jumpscare in the movie made Jessi jerk and grab onto Judd’s arm, slightly shaking. He sighed deeply, annoyed, but let it slide. He lit the blunt, throwing his feet up on the coffee table and tilting his head back as he inhaled deeply.
“Judd, I told you not to smoke inside,” You grumbled, returning to the living room with drinks and even more popcorn. Judd raised his head slightly, cocking an eyebrow at you. “Shut up,” He simply said, gesturing to the way Jessi was clinging to him.
You had to stifle a laugh, quickly setting the snacks on the coffee table and handing the milk to Andrew, who reached out to take it with a shaky hand, refusing to look at the tv.
Upon noticing the lack of space on the couch, Judd beckoned you to his lap. You happily sat down, Jessi giving you a disturbed look as your body gently pushed hers away.
“What the hell are we even watching?” You asked, Judd shrugged. “Dunno. Summer camp massacre something,” He said, handing you the blunt as you got comfortable on his lap.
You took a long drag, nuzzling into Judd as his hands came down to hold your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Guys,” Missy suddenly whispered, eyes glued to you and Judd. “Is that.. Marijuana.. As in drugs?”
Judd chuckled, you could feel him move beneath you as you struggled to keep from laughing yourself.
You said the only appropriate answer you could scrape from your brain; “Well.. Yeah.”
Missy’s eyes grew to sorcerers. “You can’t do that! Marijuana is a gateway drug! It could mess up your brain- Oh fudge! It could mess up my brain from inhaling secondhand!”
This time you couldn’t conceal your giggle, handing the blunt back to Judd as you leaned forward. You smiled softly at the younger. “Don’t worry about it, Missy. You’re way too smart to be corrupted by secondhand smoke,” You said. Missy nodded reluctantly, a small smile appearing on her face as she accepted the compliment.
“Mom will actually kill you,” Jessi mumbled and you fondly ruffled her hair. “She won’t if you keep your mouth shut.” You teased, as she scowled at you. Her eyes quickly left yours, to blatantly stare at Judd as he blew clouds of smoke out his nose. He truly looked like an angry dragon, staring at the movie screen with furrowed brows.
Jessi went bright red, looking away immediately when Judd turned to meet her gaze. You grinned, ruffling her hair again before relaxing back into your boyfriend. Judd gave another annoyed grumble, but soon relaxed himself.
Somehow, the kids managed to be quiet for the duration of the movie as you finished the blunt and most of the snacks.
Jessi fell asleep against you, having ended up clutching your hand for safety (probably from the masked killer on screen). Missy fell asleep against Andrew, the two huddled in a pile. Nick had slid down from the couch, attempting to hide from the movie but ending up sleeping under the coffee table.
By the time credits came on screen, you and Judd were the only ones awake. Pleasantly hazy from the smoke session, you turned your head to smile at him.
“You were so good. I like nice Judd,” You muttered, leaning up to press a soft, slow kiss to his lips.
He immediately deepened the kiss, claiming his price. In a horny daze, his hands migrated to your butt and his tongue invaded your mouth. You sighed, a bit too loudly and let your own hands wander. Over his shoulders, rubbing down his chest and abdomen till eventually they rested just over his belt.
The hiss that escaped him as your hands pressed to his crotch, definitely did not go unnoticed and you responded in kind by moving from his lips, messily gliding wet kisses down his jaw and neck. You bit him playfully, but still hard enough to leave indents in his perfectly smooth neck.
‘Oooh, baby!’ Right on time, Connie appeared at your side. She purred like a cat, curling around you and Judd on the couch. ‘Why don’t you hurry and jump right on up on that delicious dick of his? You know he can make you feel reeeeeaaaal good,’ She drawled.
Barely acknowledging her, you dumbly nodded in agreement.
‘Hurry, dumpling! Don’t got much time before the kiddies wake up,’ She urged you, poking Jessi with a long fingernail, and indeed, your sister was starting to stir.
You could only let out a frustrated huff. Judd had your hair fisted in one hand and your hip clutched tightly in the other, helping you rut yourself against his growing bulge in long, hazy strokes. He felt good, you felt good, everything felt so, so good and moving away from the heavenly friction could not be more of a bother.
You leaned forward a bit, which came with resistance considering his tight grip on your hair, and whined lowly in his ear.
Gently, you nosed at his cheek. “Judd.. the kitchen. C’mon,” You breathed.
He retaliated by grinding up into you, much harder than before, allowing you to feel the entirety of his now, very hard, length. You moaned loudly in response.
“We need to.. the kitchen— they’re waking up,” It was a difficult task to form the right words, with the increased amount of pleasure, so you scratched his shoulders, gently, to get your point across.
Leaning in, he captured your lips in a hard kiss, licking into your mouth with such fervour your head was spinning. He let go, biting down on your bottom lip and dragging it back before pulling away completely.
“Stupid fucking kids,” He gritted, tongue swiping over his lips, plump from kissing.
Heaving, you bit your bottom lip and batted your eyelashes at him in a most sultry display that was sure to make Connie proud. A sinister grin spread across his face, when he got an idea and he let go of your hair in favour of kneading your ass in both his hands.
“I’ll fuck you on the table, slut, be grateful.” It was a demand, but you didn’t mind because right at that moment, nothing truly sounded more pleasing than getting railed on the dining table in your mothers kitchen.
A shudder went through you at the thought, warmth slushing in your belly and still, you grinned coyly at him. “Only because you were so well behaved. I’m starting to think you actually like them, Juddy-Wuddy?” You said, motioning to the four kids as you cooed at him.
You got him with that one. Watching with glee as his jaw clenched and he sent you a look that could only mean one of two things; he was going to kill you or plow you until you could no longer walk. You highly suspected the latter.
Your boyfriend scoffed. “It’s almost cute how damn smart you think you are, huh? You fucking bitch.” He glowered. He despised when you called him that, one of the many terrible nicknames you had overheard his mom call him, and he always fell right into your trap.
Before you could start to respond, he was rising from the couch, hands manoeuvring under your thighs to lift you up with him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, legs tighter around his waist to keep his clothed cock pressed up against your core, and nuzzled your face into his neck.
His hands were warm on your thighs, so big they almost covered them entirely when he spread his fingers. You latched onto his neck again, engraving lots of little purple marks, just how he liked it.
His response came as a strained grunt, as he barreled into the kitchen and dropped you on the corner dining table.
The table was cold, you squealed as your thighs dragged along the cool surface and Judd wasted no time, leaning over you and pushing your skirt up to expose your panties.
A sinister grin spread across his face when he found your panties were already damp and soaked, his award for being a prime example of a boyfriend this evening.
You bucked your hips, mewling for attention and hoping he would be quick to relieve you of the throbbing between your thighs.
He laughed, low and husky as he watched you writhe on the table beneath him. Your lips were swollen and plump, a deep blush covered your cheeks and your hair was messily spread out over the table’s surface. His dick ached.
‘Boi-oi-oi-oing!’ Maury was right behind him, a wild smile split his face and he let his tongue hang out, looking more like a rabid dog than a hormone monster.
‘C’mon! Shove your fist inside her, she obviously wants it!’ Maury barked, shaking Judd by the shoulders. The teen shook him off, grumbling a threat as he returned to the task at hand.
You heaved in a breath, tongue coming out to wet your lips again. “Judd, I swear to god, do something—“ You pleaded, desperately.
“— have patience. And shut the fuck up.” Judd grunted, long fingers creeping towards the wet patch on your panties. Then, he pressed down, right in the middle of the wetness where your much neglected clit sat.
Gasping, you reached out to grasp his bicep. He pressed down again, keeping his thump there and swirling it in circles. You gasped and whined his name softly, the wet fabric glided over your most sensitive part so well it was hard to think about keeping quiet.
He was quick to silence you with a kiss, however, as his left hand finally, finally, left the wet patch to pull your panties off. You helped him shake them off, too focused with the cool air blowing on your hot core to notice how he crumbled up your panties and stuffed them in his back pocket.
You begged for him again, whines disappearing into his open mouth as he kept it slotted over yours.
He shushed you, putting his weight on his right hand as he leaned in further between your legs, suddenly stuffing two fingers into you, in one smooth motion. You cried out so loudly and desperately that not even Judd’s wet kisses could conceal it, he gave you another rough thrust of his fingers in retaliation.
Your eyes were half closed, lips forming an ‘o’ as he pulled away from your mouth to bite at your neck. His fingers reached a depth that your own could not, hitting a softer, mushier spot in your pussy that had you seeing stars each time. He was so rough with his thrusts too, working quickly and effectively to bring you to ecstasy and making the table rattle slightly. You could only pray that the slight scraping on the tiled kitchen floor could not be heard in the living room.
What was much louder, however, were your own loud gasps and breathy moans of your boyfriend's name. The closer you got, the louder your pleas became.
Judd bit your neck again, hard enough to turn the skin purple. “I said, be quiet, bitch.” He groaned into your neck, panting slightly as the pace of his hand increased.
You tried, but really couldn’t. The lewd squelching sound and the rapid stroking of his two fingers against your g-spot had you mewling and bucking against him. And it certainly didn’t help, when his thumb pressed down on your clit as well.
His slender fingers didn’t create much of a stretch, but you knew he was preparing you for his monstrous cock and because his fingers were so deliciously long the waiting time was never disappointing.
You could vaguely hear Connie bustling about in the background, shouting her encouragement and coaxing you to tell Judd all sorts of lewd things. You didn’t listen, you couldn’t when you were so, so close to your breaking point.
With your body on fire, liquid pleasure in your veins, your toes curled and you tilted your head to allow Judd better access to the unmarked parts of it. He graciously took the opportunity, returning his grip on your head to position you just how he wanted.
Your thighs clenched around Judd’s arm, lip trembling as your eyes crossed in pleasure. “Judd..!”
And then he was pulling away, you whined desperately in the process, only to be silenced with a large hand slapped across your mouth.
“I told you to be quiet, bitch.” He snarled, his voice now so deep and feral it made you shiver. He squeezed your cheeks together, a bit of drool escaped your mouth and smeared on his hand, as he pulled you to a sitting position. “Didn’t I?”
Your pussy throbbed, clenching around nothing at both the rough treatment and being so suddenly void of stimulation.
With your cheeks squished together, you couldn’t respond, so you opted for frantically nodding your head, softly whining out for him. You needed him inside you, and it had to be now.
You rutted yourself against the table, slick following you and making a trail on the wooden surface, it felt good, but definitely not as good as Judd’s cock would feel.
“Pw-pf..a..e.. Pwase!” You begged him, hands wandering towards his belt, feeling him up and unbuckling his belt buckle. You gasped quietly, he was so hard it had to hurt and the feeling of him pressed to your palm made you clench around nothing again. Despite the layers of clothes between you.
He moaned, but reached down to gather both wrists in his free hand and pinning them together. “You think you think you deserve that? After all the fucking noise you made?”
You cried out and nodded. Judd grinned sinisterly. “You’re so pathetic, you little slut. You know that?”
You wanted to kick him, or at least insult him back but the throbbing in your cunt and the fact that his words only made that throb so much worse, made it quite hard to do so.
Then, he leaned in, resting his chin on top of your head and inhaled your hair deeply. “You’re my little slut.” He grunted and, oh, you could have cum right there.
You nuzzled into him, burying your head where his neck became his chest and started leaving small, wet kisses.
He didn’t let go of either your wrists or mouth, instead he barked one simple order; “Off.” and brought your bound wrists towards his crotch again.
You didn’t need to be told twice, immediately getting to work and shoving both his pants and underwear as far down as your position would allow you to grab at his dick.
Hissing in pleasure, he pulled you closer to him. He was throbbing and warm in your hand, heavy and so swollen the head had almost turned purple, you tried lifting yourself up, tried to get just the tiniest bit of friction.
You pumped him slowly, he was sticky with pre-cum already and he dropped his head into your hair again, burying his face into you with a strained groan. He, too, was close to his breaking point.
Letting your wrists and cheeks free, he opted to grab under both your hips, lifting them up to hover above his dick. You let go of him, fingers coming to scratch at the table as he did the remainder of work for you and you fell back on the table.
“This what you want?” He grunted, thrusting experimentally and nudging his cockhead against your swollen little pearl.
“Yes.. yes, yes! Please, Judd, it hurts, I need it..!” You blabbered, cheeks puffy and face screwed up as you felt your empty pussy ache with anticipation. Only your boyfriend's dick could ease the twang in your lower belly.
He inhaled sharply through his nose, face set in stone and brows drawn together as he finally thrusted into you, filling you so completely in that one thrust, that you suddenly felt too full.
The bit of pain from the wide stretch you felt melted into white-hot pleasure almost as soon as it appeared and when Judd pressed a bit more into you, his hip bones meeting yours, you came instantly.
You cried out, overwhelmed by the sudden and immense pleasure. Judd cursed, rather loudly and tried pressing further into you, holding you flush against him as you clenched uncontrollably around him. You were even tighter now, so tight it almost hurt and so he waited for you to ride out your orgasm, breathing heavily.
“Shit.. fuck you! Ah!” He nearly whined at the feeling, blunt nails digging into the plush flesh on your hips.
Panting, sobbing and sighing, you slowly came down from your orgasm, not at all ready when Judd suddenly started thrusting again. You were already overstimulated, but the wide stretch and feeling of his cock inside felt so heavenly.
You couldn’t help the never-ending mantra of his name that escaped you, matching each of his violent thrusts. He wanted you to feel him as deep as possible, you knew, and he made sure of it. Leaning in over you to hit you at a deeper angle, pressing down on your belly as he fucked you to see himself bulging through.
“Judd, m’so full,” You slurred, digging your nails into his shoulders, as deep as they would go. He grunted a response, sweat gathering on his dark brows; “You gotta be quiet, baby.” He was strained as he spoke, teeth clenched and warm breath fanning your face.
Then, he squeezed under your thighs again, sliding you towards the edge of the table. “Spread your legs.” He demanded gravelly, and you easily complied. He pressed himself to you further, barely pulling out after each thrust, but doubling the force in which he thrusted.
The table scraped loudly against the floor, you whimpered and tried to quiet yourself, face heating as the room filled with squelching sounds that definitely didn’t leave anything to the imagination, should anyone overhear.
Already, you started to tighten around him again, your thighs quivered as you did your best to keep them apart. Judd noticed almost immediately, bringing his thumb down upon your puffy clit.
“C’mon pretty girl, cum for me again,” He panted and you followed suit, before you could cry out, though, he captured your lips with his own, chest pressed to yours.
You sobbed into his mouth as his tongue licked flames into you, clutching him to you. His thrusts became irregular, driving you into the table until he couldn’t hold out anymore. He moved to pull out, but you stopped him, keeping him pressed against you. “Don’t.. they’ll see— in-inside.” You panted into his mouth, and almost immediately felt a slush of warm liquid fill your lower belly.
Judd grit his teeth tightly, jaw fully clenching and breath heaving. His green eyes were dark and glazed, he straightened up a little, raising himself on his forearms to look down at you.
You were drooling slightly, makeup a bit smudged as you laid out on the table, revelling in the feeling of complete satisfaction and Judd’s cum filling you.
He waited a while to pull out, watching with interest as your tummy swelled ever so slightly from the combining force of his dick and his spend.
“You’re fucking horrible at being quiet,” He eventually stated.
You puffed out your cheeks, sitting up and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “It wasn’t me who made the table move,” you countered.
Judd’s hands ventured up your back, holding you to him. “You whine like a bitch in heat,” He countered, monotonously, in the most endearing way he could possibly put it. Because honestly, he loved the sounds you made.
Maury clapped him on the back and barked something at him, reminding him that the two of you were indeed not alone and he pulled out of you. You sighed as he slipped out, feeling your combined liquids leak out a bit as well.
He was quick to pull his pants and boxers up, turning from you to fetch a roll of paper towels. As he always did, he insisted on cleaning up for you.
You had asked him about it once, getting the lame response of; “I like to keep my things clean.”
Fixing your skirt to cover yourself, you found that your panties were nowhere in sight and fixed Judd a look.
Your boyfriend shrugged. “This is your house, just get another pair.” You blew a raspberry at him. “I’m actually gonna run out of underwear because of you.”
He didn’t care, it was quite obvious, so you kissed his jaw and jumped from the table, to get yourself a new pair. Judd didn’t miss his chance to roughly squeeze your ass as you walked past him.
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Nick awoke to a strange sound. The loudest being the scraping of something on the floor, then he heard you cry, loud and continually as though you were in pain.
Immediately he sat up. The room was dark and the tv static, he drowsily looked around, his four friends sleeping soundly on the couch. Andrew moved his foot, coincidentally pinning Nick down with it. Groggily, he sighed and pushed Andrew off him.
He swayed a bit as he stood up, rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out of them. His brother and you weren’t anywhere to be seen, the spot where you previously was sitting now occupied by Jessi, sleeping in a starfish position.
That was when he heard the sound again, the scraping and then the desperate gasping. This time, though, he heard his brother’s raspy voice as well. What the hell was going on?
‘Judd and Y/n are wrestling,’ Suddenly his temporary hormone monster, Tyler emerged from the kitchen with a disturbed look.
“What?” Nick was way too tired to process something like that.
‘They’re rolling around on the table! Like this!’ Tyler got on top of the coffee table, and started intimidating something that definitely did not look like wrestling.
Tyler noticed Nick’s confused expression. ‘Yeah! And she keeps crying and saying his name— like, like this!’ The monster proceeded to do an utmost terrible impression of you calling for Judd and Nick cringed. ‘— and then, Judd told her to shut up and called her a slut! I think he’s gonna get her in a chokehold. I wouldn’t put my money on Y/n, though, she’s not even trying to fight him off—‘
“— Yeah, I don’t think they’re wrestling, Tyler.” Nick deadpanned, cutting the deity short. He felt his face grow increasingly red, as your sounds grew. Now, even he could hear you beg Judd for all sorts of lewd things.
‘Oh.’ Tyler blinked a couple of times. Nick shivered, he definitely did not need to hear his brother bone his girlfriend (on whom he had a crush) or explain the situation to his hormone monster.
The two of them remained in uncomfortable silence for a while, Nick pacing back and forth to clear his head of any inappropriate thoughts that Tyler was coaxing him into, once he had figured out the situation.
Eventually, Nick settled on waking Andrew.
“Andrew,” He pushed his friend and whispered again. “C’mon, wake up, Andrew,”
The latter mumbled something incoherent, adjusting his glasses in his sleep. Nick groaned and shook him, not relenting. “I never peed in that pool!” Andrew woke up shouting, and Nick tumbled back in surprise.
“What?” Nick hissed. Andrew looked about wide eyed, seemingly as groggy as Nick. “I— what?” Andrew repeated. He blinked at his friend slowly, not yet aware of the circumstances.
He pulled Andrew from the couch, and put a hand over his mouth. “Listen,” He whispered, and watched as his friend's expression turned from annoyed, to confused, to very very startled.
“Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god!” Andrew stammered. Nick removed his hand. “Is that— are they?” His head snapped from Nick to the kitchen entrance and back again.
The shorter nodded once, stiffly. “What do we— do we do anything? We could go back to sleep before Judd— oh god, what if they find out we heard?”
Nick turned to his panicking friend, determination clear in his eyes. “We need to go see for ourselves.”
Andrew’s eyes grew impossibly larger, to the size of sorcerers. “What? No! No, no, normally I come up with those kinda terrible ideas— are you okay, Nick?” He put a clammy hand to Nick’s forehead, fauxingly checking his temperature.
Nick clicked his tongue, annoyed, and waved his friend’s hands away. “Think, Andrew! You have a crush on Y/n, I have a crush on Y/n, haven't you imagined her like that a lot of times, anyway? We can just look, really quickly,”
“Uuhh, I— I don’t know,” He stammered, eyes flicking to the kitchen door.
Nick sighed. “I’m going to go look.” His statement was final, as he marched off. Andrew wrung his hands, definitely not unaware of his own desire to see what his two designated babysitters were up to, and his legs seemed to follow after Nick all by themselves.
The two stopped by the door, neither daring to actually peek inside yet.
“Judd, m’so full,”
Both boys stiffened at the sound of your voice, breathy and begging and definitely not how you usually spoke to them.
Then, Judd grunted; “You gotta be quiet, baby.” Followed up by a harsh command of; “Spread your legs.”
Nick swallowed, and Tyler pushed him further towards the door, squealing at him to look. Suddenly, his previous courage had completely disintegrated and he looked at Andrew, panicked.
The other was just as alarmed, sweat beating his forehead as the scraping sounds picked up and they realised the weight of the situation.
They stood there for a while, completely perplexed, having been so scared off by your vulgar statements that neither dared to move. Andrew shut his eyes tightly, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he heard Maury in the room as well. He was barking orders at Judd, all of which went completely ignored, and cheering the two of you on.
Then, after what felt like aeons, the noise quieted down and the two preteens listened as you had a quiet conversation. Judd was way less mean, when he talked to you in private, they both noted. Only when you went off to get another pair of briefs, did they realise their mistake. But it was too late for them to move, instead they both stood there with rapidly beating hearts, faces bathed in red with sheepish expressions as you exited the room.
You stuck your head out the entrance first, yelling in surprise when you caught sight of the two boys. “Oh my god.” You breathed, then realising that they probably heard most of what just went on.
Caught red handed, you couldn’t bear to look neither of them in the eyes. You straightened, quickly walking past them and holding your skirt tightly around your bottom.
Levelling your voice the best you could, you called to them over your shoulder; “Judd’s in the kitchen, if you need anything,” You squeaked, bounding upstairs to your room before they could properly take in your dishevelled appearance.
Nick panicked, now they had to go in the kitchen, or suspicion would surely arise. He grabbed onto Andrew’s sleeve, willing his legs to move and take the final few steps into the kitchen.
Into the dragon's den, where Judd, the dragon resided.
“H-hi. Judd.” Nick stammered. Judd had his back to them, raiding the fridge for anything to drink. You had only stocked up on diet sodas.
The older teen acknowledged them with a grunt, not bothering to turn before his drink-mission was complete. The two boys stood awkwardly in the middle of your kitchen, waiting for whatever reign of terror Judd would have prepared for them; but none came.
Judd slammed the fridge door shut, and to their total surprise, threw each boy a Diet Coke. “Need anything else?” He drawled, sauntering to the table and slumping down in a chair. He opened a coke for himself and got comfortable in his chair, downing almost the entire can in one go.
Andrew and Nick shared a glance, and simultaneously inched towards the table. The two of them sat down quietly, still waiting for Judd to scare them away.
But he was completely out of character, for once, he looked kinda relaxed. Albeit a bit sweaty and tousled, but as calm as Nick had ever seen his older brother. His eyes lingered on Judd’s neck, where he bore a collection of teeth indents, smudges from your lipstick and hickeys.
The three sat in silence for a bit, listening as the light under the cabinets buzzed and eventually Judd got up to fetch another soda.
“You want any more?” He asked the two, and they politely declined. He shrugged and returned to the table with a new can.
Nick fiddled with the top of his can, eyes flitting around the room nervously. “Judd. Can I ask you a question?” He dared not look up as he spoke, keeping his eyes planted on the table.
Judd grunted, his way of saying ‘go ahead.’
“Why are you being so nice to us?” The question visibly caught Judd a bit off guard, he stopped drinking for a brief moment, thinking the question over before his stoic exterior returned.
“Y/n wants me to be nice to you. She likes you small assholes,” He shrugged.
Andrew looked at the older bewildered. “Y/n told you to be nice to us?” He asked, voice cracking as if he couldn’t believe his own ears.
Judd frowned. “That’s what I said, wasn’t it?” He snapped.
Andrew swallowed thickly. “Y-yeah. Sorry,”
“But— I mean, why? She’s not even here, and, you usually don’t listen to anyone,” Nick was unrelenting, now past the point of caring if Judd would beat him up for asking questions.
A pregnant pause wove through the room, as Judd thought about the question. He still looked considerably less angry than usual, but his features were set in a frown and his brows drew together and made it look like he was planning something sinister.
“I do what she says because I love her.” He said eventually, glaring off into space as he thought his answer over.
Neither of the two boys could believe their ears. The Judd Birch had just declared his love publicly. It must have been the post-nut clarity.
When they failed to respond, he continued on; “Sometimes you gotta do dumb shit, even if it’s fucking annoying, to keep a girl.” He mumbled, still deep in thought. Had the situation been different, Nick would have found it quite funny to hear Judd talk about such tender things in his gruff voice.
Andrew leaned over the table, adjusting his glasses. “Is— Is that how you get a girlfriend?”
At that, the corners of Judd’s lips moved upwards ever so slightly. He turned fully to them, a wicked look in his eyes. “That’s how you get laid, numbnuts.”
Then Nick cut in; “But what after? What if I like this girl, and I really wanna touch her boobs, but I also want to talk to her. I mean just talk. Because she’s smart, and funny, and really nice,”
Judd dug through his back pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and opened the window on the wall behind him. He stuck one between his lips, and offered the pack up to the boys.
“We’re twelve.”
Judd merely shrugged and lit his own cigarette. “If you wanna touch her tits, you gotta talk to her first. And don’t be a little creep. Charm her and shit,” He explained.
Nick deadpanned. “Charm her?” Judd was everything but charming. It would forever remain the greatest mystery to him, how his brother managed to pull any girls at all.
Andrew pushed up his glasses. “Actually, what Judd is saying is true. You need to make her feel as if you care about her—“
“—I do care about her!” Nick protested.
Judd flicked a bit of his cigarette off over the window still. “Then it’s easy. Just talk to her, pussy.” He inhaled a long drag. “If she’s into small pricks, you’ll be just her type.”
The younger pouted. “Not funny, Judd.”
Judd cackled, lowly, sinisterly. “Then, how do you know if a girl likes you?” Andrew asked.
“She lets you touch her tits.”
Nick sighed. “C’mon, Judd! There has to be more to it— I mean, you have a girlfriend, so you obviously know.”
The eldest grunted and exhaled smoke through his nose. He thought for a bit before replying; “I was at a party, and I saw this girl, Y/n, and she was really fucking hot. Is really fucking hot,” He fixed the two middle schoolers a pointed look. “So I talked to her, turns out she’s really fucking sweet too. And when you meet a girl like that, all the rest comes naturally,” He finished his explanation, a bit smug as the two boys looked at him in wonder.
“Not to offend, b—but haven’t you dated lots of girls? How’d you do that?” Andrew asked.
Judd put his cigarette out in his, now empty, coke can. “Sure I have. You can also just fuck girls, but it’s a lot more fun if you like them,” He said.
“How do I do that, then? Do I have to talk to her too, even if I don’t like her?” Andrew was a bit eager now, but Nick had to admit that he was also itching for answers.
“No matter what, you gotta talk to her. Maybe not for long, and if you just wanna fuck, you have to say the right things,” He said, and then quickly added. “But don’t do that. I don’t want you two turning into little dicks,”
“Then.. What if you’re already friends with her?” It was a bit of a jump in topic, but Nick had to get answers, and right now was probably the only time he had the opportunity to ask.
Judd snorted. “You want to fuck one of your friends out there?” He cackled, motioning to the living room.
Nick turned red very quickly. “No.”
“Fuck, you’re a little simp!” The eldest was finding Nick’s personal troubles a little too funny, and he huffed, glaring at his brother. “But all the rules still apply. Be charming, talk to her, and don’t be a creep.” Judd eventually added, nodding at his brother.
“Thank you, Judd.” Nick muttered, and he meant it.
“Yeah, thank you, Judd,” Andrew echoed.
Judd grunted. “Yeah, whatever. But don’t, ever, spy on me and Y/n again. I mean it. Or I will gut both of you like fucking fish.”
Hi, hello,, thank you of making it this far!
Originally, I wanted to label this “16+ do not interact if you’re younger” but honestly I ate shit like this tf UP when I was 13 💀 idk if I made Judd a little too OOC, sorry big mouth writers ☹️✋ I hope you enjoyed, though
Small rant + update; tumblr has been acting up on my phone lately, idk what I did to make it so laggy lately, but I have to post from my computer now ),: ALSO I’m so mad I keep forgetting that the cursive I make in Google docs doesn’t work in tumblr ahhhhHHHH so I had to go over the whole thing again, I’m pressed
And anyways, I’ve been working on a really big project for a while now, it is literally my baby, and it’s a Loki x reader because I finally watched some marvel movies lol, I’ll wait with posting it till it’s completely done bc rn it’s kinda a mess (and not nearly done) but if anyone would be interested in beta reading the first 5 chapters please don’t hesitate reaching out to me!
You are wonderful! Thank you for reading <3
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My girl- Judd Ryder x Reader Smut
Summary: After a small scare, Judd comes home to make it up to his girl, Y/n
Warnings: Smuuuuuuuut
Summary: After a small scare, Judd comes home to make it up to his girl, Y/n
Your husband was always a kind man, but a wreckless one. You loved Judd more than anything, and would do whatever he asked, even though he hates asking for things from you. So whenever you heard his voice over your scanner, that you may or may not have taken home from your shift you got worried.
"Cap, If I don't make it home..You make sure my girls know I love em"
His words echoed in your head, you knew calling and texting would be no use, so you were forced to sit and wait, for either Owen to show up with bad news, or to see your husband walk through the door like any other night. Sitting on the couch with your daughter you leaned back, trying your best not to fall asleep, you had to stay up, no matter how late It was.
Judd groaned getting the last stitch done on his shoulder, anxious to get back home to you and his daughter, finally he saw Paul walking over with his phone "Sorry man, someone moved your charger, so it was in a different spot" He apologized handing the phone over, Judd just nodded unlocking it and starting to search for your contact.
Your phone ringing scared you awake, not sure when you got up and put your baby in her bassinet you searched for your phone desperate to answer incase it was Judd. "Hey baby doll" You heard your husband's southern drawl come through the other end of the phone. "Judd..Are you alright?" You asked immediately chewing on your nails, your body shaking with anxiety "Yeah, yeah, I'm alright, baby doll. I'm leavin' the firehouse now" he said calmly, picking up on your anxious tone. "You had me worried, husband" You whispered finally feeling your body relax "I know, I know, I'll tell 'ya all bout it once I get home" He explained, you smiled to yourself a bit starting to pace the living room waiting for his arrival.
It felt like forever before you heard the front door open, rushing over to him, you hugged Judd tightly taking in a deep breath. "There's my girl" He whispered kissing your face repeatedly as he lifted you up, carrying you to the couch. "I missed you" You whispered wrapping your arms around his shoulders, Judd just huffed against your skin, running his hands up your back. "Bad day?" You whispered pressing your lips against his jawline "Shhh" He hushed squeezing your waist "No work talk, no baby talk right now" Judd added on pulling you closer to his body on his lap, making you grind against his lap.
"Mr. Ryder, sir, what has gotten into you" You chuckled, feeling him squeeze your hips in disagreement. "Just missed my wife, damnit" He grunted, pressing his thumb into your jawline, forcing your head to the side before leaving hickeys down your neck.
"J-Judd" You whispered in shock, you and Judd had done things like this before, but he's never come home and immediately wanted to get in bed with you. He pulled away grunting giving you an almost tempting glare "I missed my wife, and I couldn't help but catching a glimpse of you this mornin'" He whispered pulling off your shirt, you cupped his cheeks, forcing his eyes to look up at you. "All you had to do was ask" You chuckled attempting to get up and lead him to your bedroom, but he just pulled you back onto his lap, not moving from his spot on the couch.
"Judd, we're in the living room" You whispered resting your fingers in his hair "I'm not movin, little one's in her room, it's okay" He whispered grinding his hips against yours, forcing you to dig your nails into the back of his neck "Fuck" He grunted pulling you closer, you moved your hands down before your fingertips found the stitches on his shoulder. "Judd what happened?" you asked pulling away "Don't wanna talk about it" He grunted trying to kiss your neck again but you pulled away again. "I fell off the rig's ladder and got a little banged up, I'm alright though" He whispered before undoing his belt, you didn't care how many times you and Judd had sex, it would always make your stomach flip seeing him take his belt off. Judd could notice your stare on his belt, he smirked taking your hands behind you using his belt to keep them latched behind. You let out a very shaky breath looking at him "You want this?" He asked cockily grinding his hips up against you, holding the end of the belt to keep your hands behind you. "Yes, please Judd, yes" You half whispered half moaned, trying to keep your voice down, Your husband smirked kissing down your chest as he undid your night shorts for you.
"Holy hell, you're beautiful" You heard Judd whisper before feeling your shorts and the underwear you were wearing being ripped off "Judd!" You whisper yelled looking at him in pure shock "They were too much struggle" He shrugged caressing the side of your neck with his thumb. "Judd. Fuck me please" You grunted in annoyance "Mrs. Ryder, language" He warned teasingly before pushing two of his fingers inside of you, you felt your legs twitch as you arched your back. You two weren't that extreme in bed, but Judd was possessive, and in certain moods of his, he doesn't want anybody getting you off, especially yourself included.
"You're alright, baby, stay there" He grunted kissing you deeply while biting your lip, you whined against his lips feeling his fingers curl inside of you. "J-Judd" You whimpered scratching at his back while grinding against his fingers "Yea baby, you're doin great, takin three fingers" He grunted biting down on your neck lightly. You whimpered trying not to arch your back and follow Judd's instructions, whining as you felt him pull his hand away from you "W-What..?" You whimpered looking at him before biting your lip. You watched as he pulled himself out of his boxers and jeans, stroking himself with one hand as he undid your hands. He helped you lean back on the couch, holding your hands above your head as he slowly pushed into you, you fought against his hands, desperate to touch his skin, pull his hair, hell even just a quick kiss, but Judd was staying persistent, watching you fall apart just by him bottoming out.
"Talk to me baby, use them pretty words of 'yers" Judd whispered in your ear slowly pulling his hips away from you, to the point where you only felt the tip inside of you. "F-fuck Judd, I've missed you, so much, fuck I've missed this" You whined still fighting against his hold, which was obvious that it frustrated but amused Judd. "Do better" He grunted pushing all the way back inside of you, making you arch your back, forcing your chest into his face "Good girl" He whispered taking a nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over it, doing small motions while moving his hips, keeping his dick inside of you going in and out. "J-Judd please come on" You groaned trying to grind your hips to speed up his agonizingly slow pace. "Oh You want it faster now, do you?" He asked breathily before bucking his hips quickly, he slammed his lips against yours to keep you quiet, letting your hands fall so he could find your clit with his ring and middle finger.
You felt like you were about to explode, the pressure between your legs was intense, and Judd knew it, he reveled in the fact he could make you fall apart this quickly. Judd on the other hand wasn't worried about his release, just watching you fall apart on his dick over and over again.
Your husband had you laying on the couch for almost three hours, orgasm after orgasm, you weren't even sure Judd was cumming, but he was enjoying himself, putting you in different positions just to see how quickly you fell apart.
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guardian i am in a tizzy
i've been snooping on your blog for a while now (👀), but i can't seem to find, so am contacting you. can you help me find any shots/gifs of the austin pd space? the rooms, and det. sarina washington's desk, and the external? i need to see for Secret fic purposes (👀)
thank you either way! no worries if you don't have the time
thank you!
Of course! I feel bad that you were searching around for so long! 😅
Is this the post you were trying to find?
These are the only gifs I've ever made of the Austin PD outside of the tarlos police station scene, if I remember correctly, just cause I tend to not like the police stuff. I had intended to do more of those exteriors/interiors tbh and I just never did. I had frames and shots picked out for Grace & Judd's house and some for the tarloft I think.
I don't have gifs of it but here are some screenshots... the scene in 1x07 when Carlos goes to see Det. Washingon with Michelle to give the evidence about the truck and such, it starts with them in the PD lobby area:
then the detective's desk and then when they leave the camera follows them through the doors to a hallway:
so that scene might be worth the rewatch if you wanted to look at the layout of that place a little more.
(here's a Paul hug. that's the only applicable Paul reaction I think. You get a hug for having to comb through my old posts lmao)
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I love love love your Tennis AU. If you don’t mind: what went through Carlos’ head when he had to play against TK, after the match and when he thought TK was missing? I would really like to hear your thoughts on those scenes. :)
🚨🚨🚨SPOILERS FOR LOVE GAME🚨🚨🚨
Carlos vs. TK - this one has a special place in my heart. I've adapted something I wrote in a response to a comment left on Ao3. I hope no one minds!
I tossed and turned about Carlos vs. TK for ages before I wrote it - who would win, how it would play out, how they would approach it. It was really clear to me as soon as I'd written chapter 3 and 4 that Carlos was the logical winner. Many people (including myself) were rooting for TK, but at this point in the fic, Carlos is written as the better player, so I think his win was inevitable. TK has a skillset that is very niche and an undeniable natural talent, but Carlos has been working his ass off while TK has been on hiatus. Carlos is primed and ready and TK is still dusting off the cobwebs.
Obviously, chapter 5 is TK POV, and TK is a bit of an unreliable narrator at times. He's hot headed and quick to temper, and I think that coloured his perception of Carlos here. Yes, the net thing appeared rude, and seemed out of character for Carlos, but TK doesn't give him the benefit of the doubt, so I intentionally left that point unclear (Carlos really did apologise, TK just didn't see it).
As to Carlos' feelings during the match, my view is that Carlos is a consummate professional in every universe. He has a serious allergy to letting anyone down. He simply CANNOT not try. He had to win this match, and I believe that to do that, he had to almost turn himself on auto pilot and just focus on playing the best tennis he could. He had to, because there was no option to concede and compromise on his morals or his sponsors or all of his training. TK means a lot to Carlos - but we know Carlos has a very strong understanding of right and wrong, and I don't think it was wrong for him to try and win in the circumstances. Actually, it would have been wrong of him to throw the match, even though he KNOWS it will upset TK.
As Carlos says in chapter 6, I think he put his blinkers on, and once he saw TK was losing the plot, just played the most aggressive game he could to end the match quickly. I think it really hurt him to see TK hurting, and he would have wanted to be a source of comfort for him. So knowing he was not only not able to be that source of comfort, but in fact was the source of the discomfort, would have been extremely difficult for Carlos.
After the match, I think Carlos went and did his post match press conference, cool down and massage. I think he spoke with his team about how worried he was that he'd upset TK. I think Paul (who has always seen right through him) probably helped a lot by convincing Carlos that TK would eventually forgive him. Tommy would have stroked his hair and told him that he made the best out of a bad situation. Andrea would have hugged him and praised him for having a big heart. Gabriel would have patted him on his (uninjured) shoulder and said "you did what you had to do, mijo" and Tío Fernando would have had no sympathy for TK at all 😂 Tío Fernando I see as a great guy - just very utilitarian, and we come to see that he softens towards TK later.
Lastly, Carlos would have been a complete mess by the time 4 hours had passed. I believe he would have wanted to think the best of TK - that he hadn't gone and relapsed - but certainly the story TK told him in Paris would have been playing on his mind. He would have texted Judd, Nancy and Mateo incessantly, asking for any updates. He would have texted TK over and over. He would have called TK so many times his voicemail filled up. He would have gone out for a quick walk around the block himself and then run back to the hotel just in case he missed TK coming in, and then sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands when TK wasn't there. I didn't write Carlos as particularly religious in this fic (although his family is Catholic), but I think he would have prayed anyway. He would have been constantly asking himself what he could have done better, or whether he should have withdrawn, or whether he should have let TK win.
I don't think he would have been thinking about his feelings for TK necessarily - I think in that moment he would have been far more concerned for TK's health and safety. He just wanted TK to come back to him in one piece, and then he'd deal with whatever came next.
Sorry for the long explanation! I have a lot of feelings about Carlos vs. TK, and I know a lot of other people did too!
Love Game - Chapter 5 - Volley
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Welcome to the Family
There were more cars than usual in the driveway when he arrived at his dad and Grace’s house for the week. He was still getting used to the fact that he had a dad. And a Step mom and sister. There had always felt like something was missing from his life, and when his biology teacher had brought up DNA testing with companies like 23andme, he thought it might give him the answers his mom hadn’t been able too.
He knew that she had always felt guilty when she wasn’t able to give him a specific answer when he asked who his father was. She had always told him that he was a man that she had met one night, and afterwards when she found out she was pregnant, she decided to just go it alone. She hadn’t even been sure where to look, or anything beyond the fact that his brothers had called him “J” which in Texas, wasn’t much to go by. Wyatt wasn’t mad at his mom about the lack of information, but he also hadn’t been willing to go his whole life without knowing where the rest of his DNA came from.
He hadn’t been prepared when he had met his father for the first time, in hindsight confronting him at work was probably not the best idea, but he had thought it would be better than surprising the man at his home. Especially when he wasn’t sure what Judd Ryder’s reaction or current family life would be. He had been both scared and impressed with the man when he immediately told his wife who the teenager standing in front of him claimed to be. He didn’t really blame him for the reaction either, finding out you have a child that is almost an adult would be a bit jarring and even unbelievable. He had been surprised when his father’s wife asked for his phone number so that they could contact him.
He still couldn’t believe that after that less than awesome first meeting, Wyatt felt like he was truly a member of the Ryder family. He loved getting to know his dad, Grace, his little sister Charlie, and his grandpa Stuart. He wasn’t sure who all the cars belonged too, but he did spot his grandfather’s truck as he walked closer to the house. He was soon able to hear the laughter of the Vega twins who were being chased by a big furry dog, he had to quickly jump out of the way when he was almost barreled over by them.
“Sorry Wyatt” was shouted by both of the twins as they ran back towards the crowd of people.
Grace happened to look up as he turned the corner “Wyatt, so glad you are here. Your sister has been waiting for you all day.”.
He followed her gaze to the blanket that was on ground next to a chair holding his father. Charlie must have heard his name, because she turned her head towards him, shrieking with laughter when she spotted him. He loved it every time she did that, like he was one of her favorite people and she was happy to see him. He walked over to the duo, leaning in to hug his dad before he sat on the blanket, causing Charlie to waddle over to him. “Hey dad. How is the leg?”
“Still there.” Was the deadpan answer from his dad, one he really should have expected at this point. “Just kidding, its not too bad, just itches like crazy. Your sister sure is happy to see you” Judd noticed with a smile.
“Yeah, I am happy to see her too. Who is all here? I saw grandpa’s truck, and obviously the twins, but I didn’t recognize any other cars.” Wyatt asked as Charlie settled in his lap.
“We wanted to have a cookout to officially welcome you to the family, and everyone at the 126 was dying to meet you, so here we are.” Judd answered with the pride for his family clear in his words.
“Wow. Thanks. So, who and where is everyone?” Wyatt asked as he looked around, spotting a couple holding hands as they walked around the side of the house.
“Right there is TK and Carlos. You will rarely see one without the other, unless they are on shift that is. TK was a firefighter that came to Texas with his dad, Captain Strand. He transferred over to being a paramedic awhile back. His boyfriend is Carlos, he is a member of the APD. We are all placing bets on when they get engaged, but no one has won yet.” Judd informed them, then pointed out the foursome heading towards them from the inside the house. “Right there are Marjan, Paul, Mateo, and Nancy. Nancy is TK’s paramedic partner at the 126, and the other three are firefighters with me.”
Wyatt watched as the two women shook their heads at whatever the two men were arguing about, as they got closer to the trio at the blanket, Wyatt was able to hear “Seriously Bro, corn chips are a necessary ingredient for chili.” Come from Mateo.
“For the hundredth time Mateo, no they aren’t. I had never even heard of that before moving to Texas, where people are strangely obsessed with corn chips.” Paul objected.
“They literally have this argument at least once a week, more if we actually have chili at the fire house.” Judd confides as the others sit down.
“We aren’t that bad.” Paul challenged with a grin.
“Yes, yes you really are Dude.” Nancy breaks in.
“I met you and TK when we went to that radiation zone right?” Wyatt asked Nancy.
“Yeah, never a dull moment with Captain Strand.” Nancy answered.
“Or his son” was added by Carlos with a smile for his boyfriend.
“Oh, you love it.” TK retorted as he poked Carlos in the side.
As the six new arrivals officially introduced themselves to him, Wyatt had laughed at the comments the other members made as each person spoke. He had heard his dad talk about how the 126 was a family, but now he could see it. He could feel it in every joke, shriek of laughter, and every offer of friendship.
He had been sitting there with the group for almost thirty minutes when he heard the booming voice of Stuart Ryder.
“Where is my grandson hiding himself?” Stuart asked the group, acting like he couldn’t see Wyatt sitting there with Charlie still on his lap, causing Wyatt to smile.
“I am right here grandpa.” Wyatt told him as he handed his sister off to Carlos so he could stand and greet the man.
“I wouldn’t know it since I hadn’t seen you yet. I thought to myself that there was no way my grandson would forget to come say hello, he wouldn’t do that to an old man, now would he?” Stuart asked with a raised brow before adding “Then I see that you have that little princess in your arms, so I will forgive you this time.” Finishing with a wink and a bear hug for Wyatt.
He could hear his dad laugh as he told his grandpa “Sorry grandpa, but Charlie is the boss around here.” Causing the rest of the group to laugh.
“The food smells so good, I can’t wait to eat.” Mateo told the group as Grace walked outside again.
“Food is ready. Babe, I will get your plate in a moment, do you want me to take the little monster?” Grace asked with her signature smile.
“Probably a good idea, otherwise no one will be able to eat, Charlie will go around and try to steal their food.” Judd answered his wife.
“Are you comparing our daughter to a dog Judd?” Grace asked.
“Uh, no?” Was all his father was able to come up with on the fly.
“I will grab her portable high chair, that way she is happy and not stealing our food.” Wyatt told his dad and Grace.
“Thank you Wyatt.” Grace told him.
He quickly stepped into the garage to grab the chair, then got in the food line with everyone else. He was shocked at the number of vegan items available. He had noticed that since that first dinner with his father and Grace, they always made a point to have multiple vegan items for their meals. They had gone above and beyond any expectations that he could have had each time he has been with them. Now, meeting the other part of their family was just as special to him as when he had met his grandpa, he just hoped that this outing didn’t result in any injuries.
Once everyone had finished eating, the twins took Charlie to play in the sandbox while the rest of them recovered from their food coma. Wyatt looked around at the assembled group, Mrs. Vega with Grace and his dad, Nancy and Marjan were sitting on the top of a picnic table with Paul and Mateo sitting on the bench seat in front of them. Carlos was leaning against at tree while sitting on a blanket with TK and Owen. TK was laying down with his head on his boyfriends lap. Captain Strand was trying to convince Buttercup that he didn’t need to try to steal the cookie that was sitting on Charlie’s high chair. His grandpa was setting up the fire pit for the smores that were on the menu for later, along with some vegan skillet brownies that Captain Strand had wanted to try.
As the night wound down, Wyatt truly felt accepted, not just by his father, but by all of the people that love his father. These were all people that would do anything for each other. He remembered his dad telling him that TK and Mateo were like the annoying little brothers that he never wanted until they chose him to be their big brother. He recalled how close he had become with Paul and Marjan when the 126 had been closed for close to a year. He had heard so many Vega family stories that he felt like he knew Charles Vega as if they had really known each other. He loved watching Nancy tease TK and Carlos for being “that couple”, the one that could communicate without words, always holding hands or touching in some casual way. He had noticed his dad and Grace communicate in the same way many times.
He still couldn’t believe how lucky he had been. He had really only hoped to introduce himself to the man that shared his DNA, maybe even a dinner or something. He hadn’t expected to be taken in so completely. He also loved that his mom and Stanley were developing a good relationship with his dad and Grace, he loved that he was learning new things about himself each day.
He had learned that he loved cooking with his dad and Grace, he was happy to be the human jungle gym that his adorable sister climbed all over. He loved that he had another grandpa, one that was so happy to have another grandchild that he had welcomed Wyatt with open arms. He had learned that while he and his father might not have a lot of the same interests, his dad will do anything to make the best of their time together, the alien hunting being a prime example. He liked that he was getting to know new parts of himself, seeing what similarities he had to the other man. With this introduction to the remainder of his dad’s family, he felt like he had always belonged. He couldn’t wait to get to know each of these people better, they all seemed so nice and fun.
He loved the family he had with his mom and Stanley, he felt that he would have been content it the DNA test route hadn’t worked, but he was so grateful that it had. He was done being mad about the time he had missed with his dad, he just wanted to focus on their future. Today was the first day of the rest of his life, this one with a dad, step mom, and baby sister & all the rest in addition to his mom and Stanley. As they watched everyone head to their cars, Wyatt realized that he couldn’t wait until the next time they all got together.
*Also on AO3
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9-1-1 Lone star 4*18
After the last episode broke me, I decided to do this comment throughout the episode shit again after over a season that I haven’t, I hated the last episode I cried like a bazillion times, and seeing Carlos like that broke me. So let’s go  my theory is that something is like within the force because the captain is sus as hell or not captain I don’t know what the fuck was his job, but the person who spoke at the funeral, and gave Carlos the star sheriff bullshit thing 
I feel like I’m about to cry again
Poor Carlos 🥺🥺🥺
They are honestly one of my fav couples
So sad yet obvious
I love that he called him Tyler
I love that tk just knows and like dose not let Carlos say it
🥺🥺🥺🥺
I hate this
Also fuck Owen . Like he is being nice but still
I hate that they choose this plot
They could have just made him a detective or ranger did not need to kill his father
I love Judd
Like this man is just gold
Just a bunch of sad plots
“ this one says confidential “”yea…” that is me every single day when I don’t give a shit at work😂
Holy fuck I was right
Do better Ryan Murphy
Awwwww young Carlos
I’m dead this is heartbreaking
I’m crying again
Hate this
I wished Carlos would like fall apart and like tk would be there to hold him and hug him
I hate this plot like just stop giving Owen plots
This is awful
Like very soap opera or like 2000’s abc drama
She is so sweet, I feel so bad for her
Just so many sad plots and like why
Like I get why make him crazy but you could just make him solve it and like be emotional not crazy
This feels rushed like all of Carlos plot
Another weird plot choice
He is not wrong
He is def will take thing to his hands
Like he has done that for less so for his dad he most definitely will
I feel weird that they trust him
😂😂that was actually a funny joke Owen
Fuck Carlos
I feel so bad for him
This is so bad
Why like why
Oh fuck
Plot twist
I wish tk was there to hug him
This is so sad
I hate this
I just think this show specialize at creating a good environment like basic plots and then just make one character suffer with one annoying plot and then just like back to normal. They are so bad at continuing a good plot like happy or sad they just can’t stay with one plot for more than one episode like when Nancy and Mateo for example get together and then we barely see them evolve and same with Charlie. She was born and then we see her once in forever and ofc when they kill Tonys husband.they are so bad at continuing plots I hate it. 
Don’t worry you will because all plots lest an episode here
I’m glad that at least they didn’t make him mad
Awwwww
I love thrmmmm
They are so damm cute
I love them
They better do some Jewish stuff
Paul🥰
Iris!!!I wish she was there more
They are so cute
And handsome
The background noises of people talking sounds the same as the background noise is in the Sims
He is wearing a kipa!!!
Thomas ???
😂😂😅second episode of the next season one of them is the hospital
God I love them so much
They are so sweet
God I honestly love them so much
This makes me want to rewatch
🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹☺️🥹🥹🥹
Good they have such good  chemistry
Fuck Owen
🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹the ring was adorable I’m dead like so subtle and sweet
Whyyyyy make it about Owen?????????
Awwwwwwwewewewe
This is so adorable
They should have broke a glass
I really wish they would add more Jewish things like the kipa was good and the ring was subtle but I want more
This show is very good at creating couples I’ll give them that
Other then Owen I honestly love all of them
And all of Owens  relationships suck
Grace is beautiful
I love his mom
Let’s end the wedding and just put tarlos scenes
Okay this is actually sweet
Iris is so gay
Damm they hate hot and sweet
They need to do a Wyatt and Charlie scene
Oh they just did
Good
Can’t see him as someone other then arias dad in petty little liars
This dead bro plot it just pointless
Weirdest montage ever
Let’s show a baby and a honeymoon and someone’s dying in the same fucking scene
This episode did not have enough tarlos
So my opinion of this episode is that it was rushed and they shouldn’t have killed Gabriel they should’ve just made this episode about TK and Carlos, and maybe just show the rest of the couples. This plot is pointless, and it was purely to like make it dramatic and I hate it and fuck Owen basically 
Like they should’ve made it about the couples and build it up for the next season, and that is it shouldn’t have made it about something other than that hate it 
Like I loved all of decay in Talos seen in this episode, because they are just adorable and one of the best couples and just amazing but still
Also, that thing that tk said when he put the ring on Carlos’s finger was adorable so subtle like it came from Jewish culture and I love it and it’s so subtle but they should’ve done like more stuff like this. Should’ve broke a glass like everybody would know it that is a signature thing. Everybody would recognize it. They should’ve done that alongside the ring and the kipa
Solid episode but like why?
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Lonestar 4x03 thoughts
I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this Strand and moto cop friendship (can't remember his name)
So he's looking for his nephew, and Strand is trying to stop a terror attack.... okay got it
Carlitos CARLITOS he's worried about her but he's trying to convince himself she's still okay. I just want to hug him
It's hard for me to read Iris as a character, and I think that's probably the point. So i can't tell from one moment to the next if she's upset or not about getting a divorce (or annulment) with Carlos
TK meant well with going to see her!!!!
Captain Strand and this motorcycle is just......interesting lol
Judd Ryder, you look mighty fine in those sunnies dude
Oh so this could be Iris thrown off the cliff?? aaaaand now we've got Protective Carlos Reyes.........sorry not complaining because it's hotttttt
A SEX DOLL???? im sorry but i didn't see that coming at all.......
NANCY IM DYING THIS IS THE PERFORMANCE OF A CENTURY. tk i literally can't with this, judd just looking so bothered by this whole situation.
I love this FBI agent.
OH THAT SMILE. that's a love interest smile. am I even okay with that??? I don't know lets see how this plays out
Damn it Iris is in trouble.........i was hoping this wasn't the plot......
Grace is literally so good at her job I'm always in awe of her skills
oh my god what happened to her!!!!! she's bloody. carlos just hauling her up just breaks my heart
I'm glad she's okay but why does this not feel like the end of the story.......Why do I feel that the detective doesn't think there was anyone to find?? I know weird theory but maybe
So Ty and Strand are gonna play vigilante cop to find his nephew???
It's been 3 episodes and I'm kinda attached to Carlos and Iris's bond already.
SEE, if Iris was assaulted by a man and this isn't some figment of her imagination imma be mad. we stan iris in this house
How is Strand sometimes good at investigating??? he almost gives me Kelly Severide fire cop vibes......not that much credit but a little bit
that Tommy and TK moment was sweet
CARLOS THAT FACE OF YOURS IS KILLING ME
CARLOS AND IRIS HAS ME SO HARD i swear how did two characters get me so hard so fast
that guy is the drunkest
STRAND YOU GOT YOURSELF ARRESTED BY THE FEDS??? damn it
OH so sergeant o brien really is dirty like I thought all along??? yea this checks out. Strand you are too gullible for your own good. bad cop skills OH MY GOD YOU COMPROMISED THE ENTIRE OPERATION!!!!!!!
CARLOS BE CAREFUL
I have a feeling there is some underground bunker in that house.
WOAH I WAS RIGHT!!!!!!!
CARLOS WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!!!!!!!!!
literally, what the hell was that cliffhanger I'm am thoroughly freaked out
i swear he better be okay
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Something Different
Chapter 5
2 mouths after the wildfire
I was in the apartment with Buck
"So Buck I was thinking," I said
"Okay," Buck said nervously
"We have vacation that lines up and I was think we drive out to Austin," I said
"Not a bad idea," he said
"You hate it," I said
"No I love it and it would be not be having to put a wildfire save your dad's life and be in fight," Buck said
I walked over to buck
"You like the idea?" I asked
"I love seeing you in the Jeep," he said kissing me
"Yeah," I said kissing him back
Thing got a little heated before my phone rang
"Hey Hen," I said
"Me and Karen want to go on a date but have no one to watch the kids," Hen said
"I'll do," I said
"Thanks," She said
I hung up and looked at Buck
"Lets go," I said
"Where," Buck said
"Hen and Karen's," I said
"Why," Buck asked
"We are babysitting," I said
After Hen and Karen got back to there me and Buck left and started packing before our shift and telling Bobby we're l few leaving 2 days later me and Buck were headed to Texas and 20 hours later me and Buck were at the 126. TK was facing everyone else I put my finger up to my mouth and walked up and hugged TK from behind
"Now I'm either being kidnapped and no one care or it's my sister," TK.said
"Well.your boyfriend is a cop," I said
TK turned around hugged me before seeing Buck
"Oh no," I.said
"I just want to talk," TK said
"Oh yeah that bog brother talk good luck babe," I said
Everyone took me upstairs to see my dad
"Oh no," Owen said
"What," Judd said
"You guys are really close," Owen said
"Well at least we have medic in case TK dose something," Marjan said
"What," Owen said
"TK is giving Buck the you hurt her you will die," I said
"Oh that going to be fun," Owen said
"Should we listen," Judd asked
"Yes," I said
We walked over the railing
"Buck you hurt I will fly out to LA and I will not hesitate," TK said
"TK I know how brothers can be, okay when my older sister came back into.life after ex I was protive," Buck said
"You won't let anything happen to her roght," TKasked
"Never," Buck
"Good, also there listening," TK said
"Oh I know," Buck.said
"There all so bad at ease dropping," TK said
"I would like to say that last time me and Eddie talked you heard everything," I said
"You no joke were on speaker," Buck said
"Also that was after you had the blood clot," I said
I walked downstairs
"And you guy ganged up on me," Buck said leaning down and kissing me
"But it did get us together," I said
"I mean in the worse way though," He said
"Ew," TK said
"Stop," I said
"Get a room," Judd yelled
"Okay Texas," I yelled back
"You me you could go to the range and settle this New York," Judd yelled
"Okay say when," I said
"After this shift," Judd said
"Which ends in 17 minutes and it so," Moteo started to say
"No," I yelled
"What," Mateo said
"We don't say the Q," I said
Me and TK wondered off
"How you take the news of the baby," TK asked
"I'm not the baby anymore," I said
"No your not, but you will always be my baby sister," he said hugging me
"Yeah mean, hey they got back together," I said laughing
"Your not taking it well," TK said
"No I'm not there a huge age gape Tay," I said
"Yeah I know we're close like super close we would have sleepovers when we're younger you were 10 I was 12," he said
"That was so fun," I said
"We could do one while your here," he said
"How would your boyfriend feel about that," I asked
"Oh I'm sure something can be arranged," He said
"I'm sure," I said
"Shift is over," Judd said
"Lets go," Buck said
"So," I said
"You want to explore before," Buck said
"What," I asked
"Me and Buck planned a double date before you guys easedroped," TK said
"What," I said
"Bonding time just double date," TK said
"I hate you," I said
"You love me," TK said
Me and Buck went to my dad's house
"So TK is nice," Buck said
"Yeah when we're not going up against a wildfire," I said
"So you don't and have a dress," My dad said
"I don't need a dress," I said
"No you don't," Dad said
My dad left the room
"He seemed," Buck said
"He not used to seeing me, with a big smile on my face," I said
I changed into an outfit
"Damn you look good," Buck said
"Yeah," I said
My phone dinged
"TK and Carlos are outside," I said
"Lets go," Buck said
"Be back by 10," My dad yelled
"I'm 25," I yelled
We walked outside and went to Carlos's car
"Hey," I said
"You the Firefighter hot shot," Carlos asked
"Hot shot," I said
"Well you did want run straight in to a wildfires to save our dad. If I remember correctly I was told Eddie and Judd had to hold you back," TK said
"I'm a wildcard," I said
"That you are," Buck said
"So where are we going," I asked
"See we are going to show you guys around," Carlos said
"Okay," I said
We explored Austin Texas and then had dinner we all went back to Carlos and TK's and watched a movie
"So both Strand have people we love," I said
"Yeah it's nice you know," TK said
"So you tell him about the firetruck?" I asked
"He would make a big speech on you three committed a crime," TK laughed
"TK I missed that smile," I said
"Yeah I bet," he said
"TK I grow up with you, whats going on?" I asked
"I just it's weird seeing you with a guy," he said
"Is it," I asked
"Yeah, it just I met him in wildfire, and Marjan shows me pictures of you on Instagram with him," He said
I hugged him
"I know it's been 7 years Tay," I said
"I still have that Danm letter Ace," he said
"I really didn't like writing that letter Tay," I said
"Are they okay," Buck asked
"Seems like sibling time, wait there's tears," Carlos said
"Should we," Buck said
They walked over to us
"You guys okay," Carlos asked
"Yeah," I said wiping my eyes
"No your not," Buck said
"Are siblings not aloud to have moments," TK asked
"Hm," Carlos said
"Yeah no sadness here," Buck said
A week later
"Hey Carlos it was nice meeting you," I said
"Nice meeting you Lacey," He said
"Call my Ace," I said
"Okay Ace," he said
Carlos hugged me
"Hey take care of my brother," I said
"I'll try," Carlos said
"You better," I said
Buck and TK were talking too
"Hey Buck take care of her," Tk said
"Always do," Buck said
"Hey that necklace she has," Tk said
"That I got for her when we first started dating as promise to keep her safe," Buck said
"What does it say?" TK asked
"Forever and Always," Buck said
Me and Buck finished our goodbyes to the rest of the 126 and then head back to LA
#9 1 1 on fox#911 lone star#tk strand#marjan marwani#evan buckley x reader#judd ryder#carlos reyes#mateo chavez#paul strickland
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Hoodies are for Comfort
Based off the promo for 2.08 & helped along by @moviegeek03 . Girl your support means everything & I hope this fic delivers everything you want
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Carlos was currently holding his boyfriend on the couch with the TV playing quietly in the background. TK was currently wearing his favorite grey hoodie and over top of that was Carlos’s zip-up APD hoodie with sweats and two pairs of socks. TK always insisted he likes Carlos’s hoodies better because they always provided more comfort. So Carlos had done his best to find one that would fit over the one TK was currently wearing, even though his hoodies usually swallowed TK whole. TK also had every blanket from the living room laid over him, and he was still shivering a little. Carlos hated it; he just wanted to warm TK up.
“Hey, you still awake?” he murmurs as he cards a hand through TK’s hair being as careful as possible of the stitches in the back of his head.
"Mmmm," TK hums softly as he leans back on Carlos more.
"Mmm is not good enough," Carlos teases as he kisses the back of TK's neck.
"Babe," TK whines softly as he burrows further in the covers and hoodies.
"I know. I'm sorry. But I can't let you sleep yet. That's what we promised the doctor when he released you. Otherwise you'd still be there."
"I know," TK sighs. "But I just wanna sleep and it's too cold."
Carlos runs a hand to TK's forehead. "You're pretty warm mi amor." Hr reaches for the thermometer on the side table beside him. He holds it to TK's ear and watches the numbers rise filling him with more relief. "You're right below normal," Carlos tells him, showing him the thermometer.
TK nods as he relaxes more into Carlos. "Can probably sleep for a little bit," TK murmurs.
Carlos let's out a soft sigh. "Ok short nap. I'm waking you in an hour," he says as TK gets comfy, being careful of the bruises and stitches. Carlos tucks the blankets around him more, and sets an alarm to wake TK in an hour. He softly keeps his hand moving through TK's hair as TK falls right to sleep.
Carlos softly kisses his head as he thinks back over the most stressful twenty-four hours of his life.
When he'd gotten the call from Owen that the entire paramedic team was not responding and appeared off grid going on an hour and half, he'd felt worried. When he'd broken away from his dad with the excuse of a case even though he'd just clocked out, he thought they'd find them quickly. Only he discovered the empty parking garage, and TK wasn't answering his calls, texts or SOS messages.
They reported it like they were supposed to, Grace having already alerted her supervisors the paramedics weren't responding. His entire precinct was on the case, even some of his off duty friends coming in to help. The 126 team still descended on the parking garage as one unit, but split off into pairs to looks for their missing members not wanting to be left out of the search for their family. Judd declared he was going with Carlos, having taken on the captain role for Owen who was equally distressed he couldn't reach his son. Paul took Owen leaving Marjan and Mateo to team up.
Carlos nods knowing Judd is right, so they stop for coffee and a sandwich. Judd makes the comment trying to fill the silence and distract Carlos about wrapping TK in bubble wrap and never letting him leave the station again, and Carlos can't help but agree. He thought the medic job would be safer and he wouldn't have to worry about grey hair just yet. But TK, as always, is proving him wrong. "Hey, isn't your dad a Ranger?" Judd asks.
After three hours of looking and tracing every step they could think of with no luck, Carlos was at his wits in. Judd was making him take a coffee break, despite his instance to keep going. "Carlos, you're not gonna be any good to him if you don't take a minute for yourself. Believe me I wanna find him just as bad, but he's gonna need you in top shape."
"Yea. Why?" Carlos asks confused at the change in direction of conversation.
"Just thinking he might have some pull somewhere we could use."
Carlos nods as he thinks it over. It doesn't take him long and he's pulling out his phone making the call. He gives his dad the short version and agrees to wait for him at the coffee shop. "He doesn't know about us," Carlos tells Judd quietly not meeting his eyes.
"I know. TK told me. I won't tell your secret Reyes, but I hate to be the one to break it to ya. If your dad is anywhere as smart as I image he is, he's going to figure it out. You're not gonna be able to hide that emotion," Judd says gesturing to his face.
Carlos nods knowing Judd is right. They sit in silence for a few more minutes before he sees his dad's truck pull up behind Judd's. "Could you give me a minute with him? I'll tell him, then we can go."
"Course," Judd nods as he heads out to his truck, nodding at Carlos's dad as he goes. Carlos tells his dad the truth, that one of the missing paramedics is his boyfriend and that he'll explain more on that later, before he tells his dad all the case facts they know. "We'll find him," Gabriel says squeezing Carlos's shoulder. Carlos does his best to hold back the tears, but one does escape.
They leave the little coffee shop in Gabriel's truck as Gabriel makes some calls. As they drive around Carlos explains things to his dad, Judd having decided to follow them so Carlos could speak freely. He hates the pained look on his dad's face when he explains why he lied and how long he and TK had been a couple, but thankfully he doesn't press Carlos for more than he's willing to share just yet.
It takes another 2 hours before TK's phone location comes back on; it takes another 30 minutes for them to get to the location. Carlos and his dad go in guns drawn not waiting for backup having gotten a text Nancy covertly sent from TK's phone because his was the only one not busted. The rest of the 126 arrive not long after them. Tommy and Nancy appear unhurt, but shook up and terrified. When Nancy told Carlos that TK was in the freezer, he panicked. He opened the door and saw TK slumped against the wall passed out with blood on the back of his head. Thankfully he hadn't been in there too long Tommy informed them, but long enough his body temperature had dropped, and he had stopped shaking despite the cold.
Gabriel shooed Carlos into the back of the ambulance with the promise to talk to Andrea for him and to check on them soon. "Thanks Dad" Carlos says trying to hold back his tears as he climbed in the back with his boy. It took several hours in the ER for TK to get stitched up from being pistol whipped Carlos learned, and for his temperature to come up enough for them to be released. He had a concussion, six stitches and several bruises on top of almost severe hypothermia. They're discharged about eight am with strict instructions to take it easy and return if TK's symptoms worsen.
Carlos let's out another soft sigh as he kisses the top of TK's head glad his boy is safe in his arms once more. Today, well yesterday at this point, had been one of the scariest of his life. He didn't know what he'd do if he ever really lost TK. He knows he needs to call his parents too; needs to properly talk to them about the new bomb he just dropped on them, but he can't bring himself to do it just yet. He feels emotionally drained, but he can't sleep either, fearing something will happen to TK while he's asleep.
"You're thinking too much," he hears murmured as TK tries to burrow closer. Even though his temperature is almost back to normal, he can't shake the cold feeling.
"Sorry cariño," Carlos whispers as he adjusts to TK's wiggling. He tucks the blankets around him more, and before he can ask TK if he's ok, there is a knock at his door making him furrow his brow. He silences his alarm to wake TK, even though TK woke on his own, thankfully.
"Who the?" He questions not happy about the interruption.
"Probably dad," TK sighs knowing Owen has asked for hourly updates, which he thought was a little ridiculous. He knows his dad wants to talk about his and his mom's previous behavior, and try to make amends, but TK just isn't ready to deal with his parents’ problems yet.
Carlos rearranges TK on the couch before he goes to open the door. Carlos is extremely shocked when he opens it to see his parents standing there. Gabriel is holding a crock pot that Carlos is almost positive is full by the smell, and Andrea is holding a rather large bag.
"Mamì? Dad?" Carlos greets as he opens the door wider at Andrea's expectant look.
"Carlitos," she smiles patting his cheek as she walks by.
"Don't try and argue with her mijo," Gabriel says heading for the kitchen when he sees the argument forming on the tip of Carlos’s tongue.
"Don't you dare," Andrea says to TK when she sees him trying to sit up and uncover. "I hear you've had a rather rough day TK. So please stay put," she says as Carlos stares on with the most adorably confused face.
She turns to her son next, "Well Carlitos not even a hug again?" She questions with a grin reminding them of the farmer's market day.
"Mamì," he groans but he does hug her. "What are you doing here?" He finally asks.
"Manners mijo! I raised you better than that," she scolds making TK giggle a little as Carlos blushes. He does finally make his way back to the couch to help TK prop up more as Andrea pushes him that way. He sits beside him, TK understanding Carlos is not comfortable with a lap full of boyfriend in front of his parents.
"Your dad explained everything that happened," Andrea starts as Gabriel joins them, and they finally sit across from the boys. "So I made your favorite Chile Verde for you two and brought a surprise," she says with a large grin as she finally digs into the bag she carried in.
"You really didn't have to go through all this trouble mam," TK says as Andrea starts pulling out a gorgeous quilt. He sees Carlos's eyes go wide and is slightly confused.
"Nonsense," Andrea says carrying the quilt over to the couch. “And you don’t have to ‘mam’ me even though it’s sweet,” she grins at him. Carlos still hasn't said anything, and it's really stressing TK out. "Besides I wanted to. Chile Verde is Carlos's favorite soup, and it will warm you right up. This will too," she says tucking the quilt around TK atop his mound of blankets. "This was Carlos's favorite, especially when he was sick. His Abuela made it when Gabriel and I got married. Carlos always told me he wanted it when he was older. His sisters all have one picked out as well, and I figured now would be a good time to give it to him."
"Mamì," Carlos finally chokes out his eyes filled with tears. TK sneaks a hand out from under all the blankets and lays it on Carlos's knee giving it a squeeze.
Andrea moves over and cups Carlos's cheek before kissing his forehead. "Shhh mijo," she whispers as she wipes his tears, hearing everything he can't say just yet. "We love you, and that's all that needs to be said right now," she whispers hearing her husband agree.
Carlos nods and let’s his mama hug him tight. He feels TK squeezing his knee. “Gracìas Mamì,” he murmurs as she moves back to sit by Gabriel.
They stay a little longer, getting to know TK, which helps Carlos keep him awake a while longer. The soup is absolutely delicious, and TK praises Andrea for passing her culinary skills on to Carlos. When they see both boys on the verge of crashing from exhaustion, they decide to head back to the ranch. Andrea makes them promise to come out for Sunday dinner soon as well as call if they were to need anything in the coming days. Carlos promises they will, and promises to have dinner even sooner with just his parents so they can talk like they need to.
Once he sees them out, he helps TK up off the couch to go to bed. TK insists on taking the quilt because it is super warm and will look amazing on their bed. They curl up together, TK finally feeling warm and happy and Carlos feeling exhausted enough to sleep. Things might not always be perfect, but they'll always have each other and their family.
#911 lone star#tarlos#tk strand#carlos reyes#911 lone star fic#tarlos fic#gthb#good things happen bingo#writers life
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i'll always fight to come back to you: a tarlos fic
Carlos relaxes slightly at seeing TK standing in front of him, but still a little worried, he’ll make sure TK gets checked out before the 126 leave the scene. He finds himself smiling and nodding when TK gives him a smile and nod himself. I’m here, I’m okay.
Carlos only allows himself to look away when his partner calls his name.
TK watches Carlos turn and talk to his partner and puts one foot in front of the other as he starts making his way to the firetruck, undoubtedly to be lead to the ambulance by his teammates instead.
No one notices the sharp edged cuts in TK’s turnout coat.
Alternatively: TK saves a little girl when a ceiling collapses during a call and doesn't realize he's injured until he's tumbling forward, the only thing stopping his body from hitting the ground being Carlos's fast reflexes.
for the bad things happen bingo: tarlos + doesn’t realize they’ve been injured
established tk strand/carlos reyes, major character injury, emotional hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort, angst, whump, fluff, team as family, hurt tk strand, worried carlos reyes, angst with a happy ending
9.8k | on ao3
*****
The fire roars around the firefighters as they work to get the family out of the burning house. It had been a small fire that went ablaze far too quickly, half of the home around engulfed by flames and one kid was still unaccounted for.
“Marwani, Strickland, report,” Owen howls into the radio, standing outside and watching closely with Mateo by his side and Carlos standing a couple of feet away.
“Got the parents, Cap, heading out now,” Paul replies.
“Copy that. Ryder, Strand, report,” Owen requests next.
“Still looking for the kid, Cap.”
“Be quick,” Owen orders.
“Found her, Cap,” TK’s voice takes over the radio a few beats later. “We’re moving.”
Hearing those words from his boyfriend, Carlos starts moving to the other side of the lawn, joining his partner and making sure the scene and perimeter are still secured.
Inside the house, the ominous echo of the ceiling creaking above TK and Judd makes the blood run cold in their veins.
“TK! You need to get out of there now!” Judd yells.
“Judd, what’s happening?” Comes Owen’s immediate question.
But all TK has time to do is look up with wide eyes before all he can see is the debris tumbling down, aimed directly at him and the child in his arms. On instinct, he dives, shielding the little girl and wrapping his arms around her. The crashing sound is almost deafening.
He can’t hear Judd’s cry of his name or his father’s worried response that comes through a second later.
“Judd, talk to me!”
“The bedroom ceiling, Cap!” Judd barks. “It came down on TK and the kid!”
Owen freezes for a moment. This is what he always dreaded. His worst nightmare is currently coming to life in front of his very eyes. He knows TK is excellent at his job, doesn’t have a single doubt about that, but…bad, terrible things still happen and as much as Owen loves working with his son, this is a time when he hoped TK would be safe, far away from here.
But he doesn’t have time to go down that road. No. His son needs him. He slips back into Captain mode.
“Strand, respond,” Owen says into the radio, trying to keep his voice steady, but it still wavers.
Silence.
“TK! Can you hear me?” Judd’s thick voice echoes through the radio.
Still nothing.
Noticing the sudden tense atmosphere, and realizing that everyone is out except for TK and Judd, Carlos frowns and walks back to Owen. It has been too long since TK said they’re coming out.
And the words Carlos hears next, drop his heart into his knees.
“TK! Please respond!” Owen doesn’t attempt to conceal his breaking voice, now laced with panic at his son’s silence.
Carlos’s eyes go wide at Owen’s words, filled with fear and concern, turning his attention to the house. He prays TK emerges any second through the dust.
He doesn’t.
Owen switches gears. “Judd, can you reach TK?”
“Working on it, there’s a lot of fallen debris and wooden logs,” Judd pants.
“Move quickly but carefully, Judd, we can’t risk a secondary collapse.”
Then Carlos puts one and one together: the house collapsed on TK. More dread sets into his bones.
He holds his breath, waiting for Judd’s updates.
“Keep the line open, Judd,” Owen pretty much pleads.
“Copy, Cap.”
Then Judd goes back to screaming out TK’s name.
No answer comes from the fallen firefighter.
Carlos instinctively moves closer to Owen, now standing right next to him as he nervously swallows, his throat suddenly dry. He and Owen share a brief look, but he sees his own emotions staring back at him in the Captain’s eyes.
Fear. Worry. Aching. Pain.
They don’t say anything, what really is there to be said? It feels like they’re in limbo, not knowing what’s going to happen, not knowing what or how to think. There’s an understanding between them. And then they break their look and turn back to the house.
The air is stiff around them, the sun suddenly too warm, and they’re all collectively holding their breaths.
If it weren’t for the fact that he was listening and praying for it, he could have missed it.
He would have missed the smallest of groans bouncing off the radio.
Owen and Carlos share another look, but this time, there’s a hint of hope in both their eyes.
And Carlos can cry with relief at what he hears next.
“Judd?”
TK’s voice is small and low, but it’s there. It’s there and TK is alive.
Carlos’s shoulder sag and he squeezes his eyes shut, letting out a shaky breath and slightly leaning forward and start collecting himself again.
He feels a hand on his shoulder and turns to see Owen, the older man giving Carlos a pat there. Carlos gives him a nod as he straights his back. God, his muscles ache.
They know that TK isn’t out of the woods, yet.
“Yeah, I’m coming to you,” Judd tells TK. “Hang on, brother.”
They all hear Judd shuffling to get to TK, moving fallen pieces as he maneuvers through the mess.
“Status on the fire?” Owen asks.
“Hasn’t reached us yet,” Judd replies.
“Okay. Quickly, Judd,” Owen reminds him. “We’re getting ready to open the water once you’re all clear.”
Emotions well up inside Judd when he lays his eyes on TK. The younger firefighter is currently curled on his side surrounded by broken glass and torn wood pieces, almost in fetal position and his face painted with black ash. Judd can see that TK is having a hard time drawing in a deep, proper breath and he catalogues that in his mind. Still in TK’s grip, the little girl looks at the bigger man with terrified eyes and Judd can see the tear streaks staining her small, red cheeks.
“Hey, kid. You doing alright?” Judd asks and then speaks to Owen. “Found them, Cap.”
“Get them out of there, now!”
“Copy. Can you get up?”
TK nods and slowly starts moving.
Judd looks at the little girl. “Hi, sweetheart. Are you okay?”
She gives him a small nod. Judd reaches out and picks her up, holding her tightly against his side. He turns to TK when TK lets out a groan as he gets to his feet.
“What is it?” Judd asks with concern coating his voice.
“Everything hurts,” TK sighs. “I guess that comes hand in hand with a ceiling toppling over you,” he chuckles weakly.
“We’ll get you checked out, come on, follow me.”
Judd leads TK out the way he came back to find him, the move swiftly but carefully and TK can see the light outside of the house. So welcoming, so inviting. Almost there.
The sun hitting TK’s face feels different. Its warmth feels like safety. It was warm inside the house, but it felt like danger. Like uncertainty. But here, standing on the green grass, it’s grounding.
TK closes his eyes and tilts his head up towards the yellow rays, allowing his body to seep up everything it has to offer.
He opens his eyes to see his father coming in focus as he gets closer and closer, his eyes blown wide with worry.
“TK,” Owen breaths. “You okay, son?”
TK nods. “Yeah, I’m fine, dad. Nothing some rest can’t fix.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
After a moment of consideration, Owen nods. “Okay. But Tommy is checking you out,” he clasps TK on the shoulder.
It takes everything TK has to not wince in pain at the contact. The adrenaline is still coursing through his body but he feels sore all over.
“Yeah, sure.”
TK looks over Owen’s shoulder and sees Carlos standing there, clearly itching to go over to him. His heart breaks at knowing Carlos was also experiencing this whole thing from outside. He knows how helpless it feels, from the close call they had when another collapsed building gave way with is father and two kids inside. He knows that sinking feeling. And he’ll do everything he can to ease that pain and worry edged onto Carlos’s creased forehead.
More than anything, Carlos wants to sprint over and scoop TK in a hug, to hold him close, feel his heart beating, feel him whole under his touch. But he stays back, not wanting to interrupt the father-son moment he’s witnessing.
Carlos relaxes slightly at seeing TK standing in front of him, but still a little worried, he’ll make sure TK gets checked out before the 126 leave the scene. He finds himself smiling and nodding when TK gives him a smile and nod himself. I’m here, I’m okay.
Carlos only allows himself to look away when his partner calls his name.
TK watches Carlos turn and talk to his partner and puts one foot in front of the other as he starts making his way to the firetruck, undoubtedly to be lead to the ambulance by his teammates instead.
No one notices the sharp edged cuts in TK’s turnout coat.
He starts walking but his body feels heavy, it feels so heavy, so weighted down TK has to pause to gather his strength. He sucks in a deep breath and blows it out slowly. He keeps breathing, trying to figure out if something is actually wrong or is it just soreness from the collapsed ceiling.
When the pain decreases a little, he starts to move again once to hiss in pain when electricity pulses up his leg and into his side. Maybe his side just took a stronger hit during the call. He’s no stranger to being sore, but it starts to occur to him after a few more steps, that this is more than just being sore.
His side is full-on throbbing now, he can’t take another step without yelping in pain. He drops his helmet, his heart now beating wildly against his ribcage as he slowly moves his right arm and pushes his hand into his coat, brushing it against his side. His hand comes back wet, sticky and coating in red.
He swallows down the feeling of panic that’s starting to brew in his gut, he attempts to take slow and steady breaths, the first responder in him screaming that he needs to calm down.
But then he starts to feel the blood spreading down his side and his world zeros in on that fact. He can’t focus on anything else, just on the warmth oozing down his skin. It’s been a few seconds since his realization but it feels like it’s been hours.
He frantically looks around, wanting to find anyone around, close to him, but he can’t even yell out. The words are suck in his throat.
He feels lightheaded, dizzy and hazy at the same time.
It’s almost like Carlos senses his boyfriend’s distress, because the officer is turning to look back at the firefighter and he’s looking far too pale, paler than he did moments ago. Carlos’s heart leaps into his throat as he quickly starts making his way towards TK.
TK looks at Carlos in time to see him rush and he can see Carlos’s mouth moving but he can’t hear the words.
“What’s wrong? TK?”
TK manages to push out a whisper of “Carlos” before the ground is getting closer and closer.
It stops, though, and it takes a moment for TK’s mind to supply that it’s thanks to Carlos’s quick reflexes that he’s not lying flat on his face against the grass.
“Whoa, whoa, TK!” Carlos exclaims, catching TK before the younger man crashes to the ground, body limp and Carlos immediately wraps his strong arms around him. “Captain Strand! Captain Vega!” Carlos yells, his eyes not leaving TK as he gently lowers him down.
TK squeezes his eyes shut, his entire body now on fire and he blindly scrambles for Carlos. He manages to find his boyfriend’s shoulders and uses one hand to grab a fistful of the fabric he finds there, holding so tightly his knuckles go while. His other hand travels to his side as he lets out a throaty, pained groan.
“TK, talk to me,” Carlos speaks, trying to keep his voice stable but there’s so much underlying fear in his tone that seeps through. “What wrong?”
Carlos tears his gaze away from TK’s scrunched up face and his eyes land on TK’s bloody hand instead.
A pang echoes inside Carlos’s chest.
“Where are you bleeding, TK?”
“Side,” TK manages to say, although it comes out a whimper.
Carlos feels TK’s hold one his uniform begin to weaken and his face beginning to fall. “No, no, keep your eyes open for me, baby,” Carlos pleads.
He reaches out one hand and cups TK’s face, running his thumb over TK’s cheekbone. “TK.”
TK responds, slightly opening his eyes and looking up at Carlos.
Before either of them can say anything else, Owen is crouching next to them, the same worried expression from earlier etched onto his face.
“What happened?”
“I looked at him just as he began collapsing, then I noticed blood on his hand. He says it’s his side,” Carlos explains, his heart pounding harshly in his ears.
“Let’s turn him on his side, help me get his coat off,” Owen says, eyes still wide and filled with distress.
Together, Owen and Carlos gently turn TK on his side as they work to get his coat off. A pained groan escaped TK’s parted lips, the movement, however smooth, still jostling his aching body and sending flares traveling up his nerves.
“Sorry, sorry,” Carlos quickly apologizes.
TK gives him a weak nod, an acknowledgment that says it’s okay.
“All done,” Carlos adds once he and Owen have successfully removed TK’s turnout coat and settled him on his side.
TK feels ever slightly better, now that there isn’t pressure being added on his wound.
By then, Tommy is already opening the medical bags and speaking, her words directed at TK.
“Talk to me, TK,” she urges. “What’s going on?”
Now that the fire is out, the rest of the 126 gather around, faces scrunched up in worry and concern radiating from their eyes as they everyone watches Tommy work on stabilizing TK.
Paul stands behind Carlos and leans down, giving the officer’s shoulder a supportive squeeze. Carlos looks up at him for a split second, giving him an appreciative nods before turning his attention back to his injured boyfriend.
TK’s voice is barely above a whisper when he replies to Tommy. “Ceiling came down,” that much they all knew. “Shielded the kid. Glass.”
Even if TK hadn’t mentioned the glass, the now uncovered would speaks for itself.
Carlos draws in a deep breath at the sight of TK’s injury.
There it was, a large, deep gash courtesy of a big shard of glass, which is long gone but had left considerable damage in its wake. Damage that is still bleeding and staining the green grass under the firefighter red.
Tommy wastes no time, quickly inspecting the cut and a second later, Nancy wordlessly hands her gauze which the Paramedic Captain applies to TK’s side.
“Here, hold it steady,” Tommy instructs to no one specifically.
It’s Carlos who automatically reaches out, momentarily covering her hand with his own as he takes over, pushing the gauze against TK’s side and applying as much pressure as he can.
A throaty groan is heard from TK, as the younger man squeezes his eyes shut in agony, resulting in a few tears rolling down his cheeks.
“I know it hurts, Ty, but stay awake,” Carlos speaks, hoping his voice is steadier than it sounds to his own ears.
“That’s right, TK,” Tommy says. “Listen to your man here.”
“I…can’t…tired,” TK mumbles.
“You can, TK, you can.”
TK settles for shaking his head this time.
Owen faces Carlos, nudging his head toward his son and Carlos understands what he’s saying. Carlos keeps holding the now-soaked gauze until he’s positive Owen has a grip on it then moves to TK’s other side putting him in the firefighter’s direct line of sight.
“Hey, hey,” Carlos takes TK’s hands into his own, softly rubbing them and running his thumbs over TK’s clammy skin. “Listen to me, focus on my voice,” he continues. “You’re okay, we’ve got you, we’ve all got you, I promise. But we need you to stay awake, baby. I need you to stay awake.” He ignores how his voice breaks at the end of that sentence.
TK looks at Carlos with hazy eyes, not really focusing on anything, but he finds his boyfriend amidst the blurriness. He holds onto Carlos’s faces, his worried features and a different kind of hurt takes over TK’s chest. He hates seeing his boyfriend like this, hates seeing the worry lines carved into Carlos’s forehead. He wants to reach out, to smooth them over, to kiss Carlos’s forehead but he feels heavy, very heavy and he just wants to sleep. Carlos’s voice is starting to seep away, starting to sound so distant, so far away and TK is slowly losing his grip on it.
Once again, it’s like Carlos can read TK’s mind.
“No, don’t go to sleep,” Carlos tries to mask the panic in his voice, mostly for TK’s sake. They’re all panicked here. Carlos tightens his hold on TK’s hand, squeezing them and it momentarily works as TK’s eyes flutter open and find Carlos’s brown ones.
Carlos looks up at Tommy, a silent question.
“We’ll be ready for transport in a minute.”
Turning his attention back to TK, Carlos does his best to keep him awake and talking. “You need to stop doing this to us, Ty,” Carlos chuckles wetly.
“Not…on purp’se,” TK whispers.
“I know, I know,” Carlos uses a hand to run his fingers through TK’s sweaty strands, his other hand still holding TK’s. “You’re the bravest person I know and I’m so proud of you for saving that little girl. But I need you to stay awake. I need you to stay with me.”
Carlos looks up again to see the stretcher has been brought over, he goes to move, which means letting go of TK’s hands but TK isn’t having any of that. He adds the slightest bit of pressure on Carlos’s hands.
“I’m right here,” Carlos reassures him. “But we need to move you, babe.”
Carlos reluctantly pulls away, and TK no long has any energy to fight it.
Owen and Judd carefully lift TK and place him on the gurney, making sure not to add pressure on his wound.
Carlos had done a great deal at helping TK stay calm and not panic, because the moment he’s out of the young firefighter’s line of sight, TK gets agitated and starts panicking again.
“Carlos…” TK calls out, his voice hoarse and weak. “‘Los…” he tries again.
“Don’t worry, brother,” Judd’s deep, calming voice speaks to TK, a hand on his shoulder. “Your boy is right here.”
In those short moments, Carlos had jogged over to his partner.
“I need—” He starts but she cuts him off.
“Go, go, I cleared it.”
“Thank you,” he breathes and rushes back to TK’s side, seeing Judd push the gurney into the ambulance, Tommy already inside.
Owen pats Carlos on his shoulder. “We’ll be right behind you.”
Carlos gives Owen a nod, and jumps into the back of the ambulance, Judd quickly shutting the door as the sirens begin to wail.
Carlos looks at Owen through the glass doors as the ambulance moves, they hold a conversation with just that one look.
Owen’s heart breaks even more at the look on Carlos’s face. It’s the same broken, helpless look the officer wore when TK was in a coma.
He shakes his head. TK is going to be fine. He has to be.
He turns once the ambulance disappears down the road, the sirens getting more distant with each passing second. Owen finds that the rest of the crew have packed up and are piling into the firetruck, most likely thanks to Judd’s instructions. He finds the Texan’s eyes and gives him a small, appreciative nod.
“Dispatch has taken us offline,” Judd tells Owen when the Captain approaches.
A small weight feels like it’s been lifted off Owen’s chest upon hearing Judd’s words. He would have taken himself off duty either way, leaving Judd as Acting Captain, but having the entire crew there with him and Carlos at the hospital is much needed support. And he also knew the crew would be worried about TK. Taking them offline is the right thing to do.
“Let’s go,” Judd brings Owen back from his thoughts.
Owen nods, hopping into the firetruck, Judd right behind him as their own sirens echo off the surrounding buildings as they move.
Ahead of them, Carlos alternates between looking at TK’s face and watching the firefighter’s vitals. He knows they aren’t great, but he also knows that they could be much worse. He holds onto TK’s hand, a reassuring pressure that he’s right there next to him.
Tommy works wordlessly to keep TK stable until they arrive at the hospital. He sees her ready a syringe and his heart drops a little at what its content might be. He isn’t a paramedic or a doctor, so he can’t be sure, but he knows he can’t afford to stay silent.
He isn’t sure about how much Tommy knows about TK’s history, that’s if she knows anything about it at all, he never brought it up with TK, and TK never spoke of it to Carlos. Carlos knows it isn’t his place to disclose this information, knows it’s TK things and he should do it, but he won’t forgive himself if he doesn’t speak up. He’s looking out for TK and he’d do anything and everything to protect him.
TK’s eyes are now opened, looking at Tommy through a hazy and what she’s doing. TK then diverts his attention to his boyfriend. It’s almost like he’s giving Carlos permission.
Carlos swallows before speaking. “Captain, I don’t know if you know about TK’s history, but there’s something you should know about his care.”
Tommy’s nods before Carlos can continue. “No opioid-based medication, I know. Owen mentioned it while you were talking to your partner before we moved,” she supplies. “This is a local nerve-blocker to help with the pain.”
Carlos nods, feeling better and watches as Tommy administers it near TK’s wound.
TK let’s out small relieved sigh once the nerve-blocker does it’s job, fogging up the oxygen mask placed on his nose and mouth.
“You feeling a little better, baby?” Carlos asks.
TK gives him a small nod.
“Good, that’s good,” Carlos replies, running his free hand through TK’s hair again.
Tommy watches the exchange, a smile tugs on his face as she witnesses the love between Carlos and TK.
“He’s lucky to have you watching out for him.” Tommy expresses to Carlos.
“I’d do anything to keep him safe,” Carlos responds, his eyes not leaving TK. “He’s the best thing to happen to me in a very long time,” he expresses.
“He’s hanging on,” Tommy reassures the officer. “His numbers aren’t the best, but they’re holding. We’re a few minutes away from the hospital.”
“Hang on for me, babe,” Carlos whispers.
He watches as a ghost of a smile tugs at TK’s lips through the oxygen mask. TK’s eyes are barely opened, but they don’t leave Carlos’s worried ones.
Next thing Carlos knows, the ambulance doors are being ripped opened and Tommy is pushing the gurney out to the doctor and nurses waiting by the ER entrance.
She quickly passes on TK’s information, vitals and history as they wheel him through the hospital hallways.
Carlos doesn’t let go of TK’s hand the entire time.
He’s forced to pull back when they reach a pair of sliding doors, marked only for authorized personnel. Carlos reluctantly lets go, a promise on his lips.
“I’ll be right there when you wake up, Ty,” he says as the doctor and nurses rush TK into an awaiting elevator.
Carlos watches as the door slip shut, his eyes trailed on the steel long after the doors had closed.
“He’s gonna be okay,” he whispers.
He senses Tommy’s presence next to him, and then feels her hand on his shoulder, giving him a supportive squeeze.
He then turns to face her. “Right?” He hates how his voice cracks.
“He’s in the best of hands,” Tommy replies.
Carlos nods, understanding. He gets it, they can’t make promises they can’t keep. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and wills his racing heart to calm down. TK is going to be fine.
*****
Carlos and Tommy are shown to the waiting room on the surgical floor, Carlos too anxious to sit down, he moves around the room for a while before stopping.
“I’m going to grab some coffee,” it’s going to be a long day, goes unsaid, “would you like anything?” Carlos asks Tommy.
“Water would be great,” she gives him a small smile. “And the 126 are on their way. Judd just texted, they were taken offline.”
Carlos’s nod goes for both statements.
He returns ten minutes later, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, a water bottle in the other. He hands the water to Tommy, which she gratefully accepts.
She doesn’t comment on the fact that Carlos’s eyes are redder and more swollen than they were when he left.
He sits down one a chair a few seats away from Tommy, nursing the coffee in his grip. Silence settles around them. Aside from a few polite exchanges and a couple of short conversations when he stopped by the firehouse, Carlos doesn’t really know Tommy. He isn’t exactly sure how to proceed from here.
He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it, however, because when he looks up, the 126 are filing into the waiting room, all shoulders hunched downwards, faces carrying worry and concern for their brother.
Carlos is slightly surprised when Owen drops into the chair next to him, given that there are plenty seats for everyone and extra. He reckons it has something to do with Owen needing comfort, the same kind of comfort Carlos himself needs, too.
Carlos is even more surprised when Tommy breaks the silence in the room, her voice soft and directed at him.
“It wasn’t easy, what you did,” she starts. “It takes a lot of strength, the way you handled it, seeing a loved one in pain is hard, but still, you handled it really well.”
Carlos shakes his head. “I wish I could have done more.”
It’s Owen who responds. “You did everything and more, Carlos. You were there for TK, you kept him calm, you kept him awake. You saved him. Tommy’s right, that took a lot of strength and you rose to that, I know it wasn’t easy, but still, you pushed passed that and you were by his side.”
There are unshed tears swimming in Carlos’s eyes when he faces Owen. He doesn’t even know how to respond, but it seems like Owen understands. Because the next moment, Owen’s hand settles on the back of Carlos’s neck and gives a squeeze there.
Silence falls onto the room once again. Carlos drinks his now-room temperature coffee, not really caring because he needs the caffeine. He feels tired, so tired, in so many ways, exhaustion coursing through his entire body and wearing him down.
He raises his hand when Paul and Marjan as who wants, you guessed it, coffee.
Carlos excuses himself after his second cup, saying he needs some air and to text him if they hear anything.
The sun is setting when Carlos steps outside onto the paved sidewalk, the sky painted in a mix of red, orange and yellow, the colors bouncing off each other and casting a warm overtone on everything in sight.
A shiver runs through his body despite the warmth he’s now engulfed in. But it doesn’t feel like warmth, not really. It’s not TK’s warmth, the one kind Carlos always longs for when he’s away from his boyfriend. The one kind he looks forward to, the want and need to be embraced by it. The one kind that feels like home.
This warmth almost breaks his heart into more pieces. Because it’s not the warmth he so desperately needs in this moment. Part of him doesn’t know if he’ll ever get the warmth he needs again. His heart does break more at that realization.
He watches as the sun sets, getting lower and lower in the sky, the colors changing and morphing with every blink.
He fishes his phone out of his pocket and finds a few texts from his partner, sending words of support and asking for updates on TK. There are a few other texts from officers at the precinct, but all texts go unanswered. Right now, he needs to do another thing.
One ring. Two rings. Three rings. An answer.
“Carlitos!”
Carlos takes a few moments to gather himself. “Ma…”
Andrea could immediately pick up on Carlos’s broken tone. “Carlos, que esta mal, mijo?” What’s wrong, son?
“It’s TK, Ma,” Carlos sniffs. “He…”
Carlos manages to tell his mother what happened and he hears her moving around as she gets ready. It was a rocky start, first with telling his parents that TK was his friend and everything that followed. After their conversation and Carlos opening up to TK—which he didn’t realize how much he needed to do until after the words were spilling out of his mouth—and true to his word, TK had supported Carlos through it all, giving Carlos all the time he needs until the officer was ready.
He told his parents about TK, properly this time, telling them that TK was the love of his life. That he makes him the happiest man alive. That he found everything he was looking and longing for with TK. He explained what he was feeling and going through, his parents’ faces fell at his confessions. But then his mother had taken his hands into one of hers, using her other hand to cup her son’s face. She told him it makes her the happiest knowing her son is so happy and that she had sensed the connection between him and TK when she first saw them together. Carlos knew it was an adjustment for his parents, he understood that. But his father’s follow up words spread a huge smile on his face and lifted the weight of so many years of insecurity off his chest. His father agreed, and told him to bring TK by for dinner so they can meet him properly this time.
And Carlos did. He, and TK, were very nervous but excited at the same time. Before they went inside, TK stopped Carlos, taking a hold of his hands and telling him how proud he is of him.
His parents immediately took a liking to TK. It kind of just happened, all the pieces of the puzzle falling right into place, and Carlos was over the moon as he watched his parents and TK engaged in a conversation, and they seemed genuinely interested in TK and who he is. And Carlos could see the tension leaving TK’s body as the night went on, feeling more relaxed and at ease as the minutes ticked by.
By the end of the night, Carlos’s mom had whispered I like him, mijo, into’s his ear while they were hugging by the door.
His parents would often ask about TK during calls or texts from that day on, and they met a couple of times after when Carlos and TK’s shifts allowed it. Carlos noticed that his parents’ liking of TK grew more and more with each passing day.
Andrea’s heart broke as Carlos told her what happened, explaining between shallow breaths and shaky words.
“Estoy en camino,” Andrea tells her son. I’m on my way.
Words couldn’t express how grateful Carlos is to hear those words. He really needed his mother.
He stays outside for a few minutes after finishing the call with his mom, taking deep breaths and letting them out slowly. When he returns to the waiting room, he notices Gwyn now sitting in the seat previously occupied by him. She moves to look at him, her eyes bloodshot and swollen, Carlos undoubtedly knows he looks the same, too.
She gets up, Carlos meeting her halfway into the room and reaches out as she does the same. She takes hold of his hands, giving them strong, reassuring squeezes and he understands. Thank you for everything you did for TK. Carlos’s eyes soften and he gives her a nod in response.
They sit in deafening silence until a nurse approaches the room, stepping in and looking at the anxious group.
“Family of Tyler Strand?”
“TK,” Owen corrects, getting to his feet, followed by Gwyn and Carlos. “How’s my son?”
“Still in surgery,” the nurse answers. “TK’s injury had proven to be worse than initially thought and a few complications arose, but the surgeon has it under control.”
“What—what kind of complications?” Carlos brings himself to ask.
“The doctor will explain everything once the surgery is done,” she assures them. “But I’m afraid I have to get back to the OR, I’m sorry.”
Carlos’s heart plummets into his knees at the nurse’s update and he can tell the same happens with Owen and Gwyn. Everything around starts to seem heavier, the walls appearing closer around him. This can’t be happening. He can’t lose TK. He can’t.
“I need some air,” Carlos pushes out as he moves towards the door, disappearing down the hallway.
Paul watches him go with sad eyes, contemplating to go after him but quickly decides against it. Carlos wants to be alone right now, and as much as that in itself hurts him, he knows that bombarding his friend won’t have any positive outcome. So he hangs back, and tells himself he’ll know when it’s the right time to approach Carlos.
Carlos steps outside, the sun long gone now, and the street illuminated by lamps left and right. The Emergency Room sign is brightly lit above and Carlos spots a bench a few feet away. He drags his heavy feet towards it and falls down onto it. He leans forward, bracing his elbows on his thighs and putting his face into his hands.
He feels at loss. Carlos can count on one hand the times throughout his life he had felt completely helpless. And this moment is added to that short list. It feels like his brain has lagged, he can’t think about anything or anyone, except for TK and just how badly is he injured. The sinking feeling in his gut that he may be losing the love of his life as he sat there pulls him down, the hot pit in his stomach growing hotter and wider with each passing second.
He shakes his head. He can’t afford to think that way. Not now. TK is the strongest person he knows, full of life, love and hope, even after everything he’s been through. Carlos has always admired the young firefighter’s resilience, every time he’d get knocked up, he’s get back up, even if it was the hardest thing to do. Carlos believes in TK, believes in his grit and strength. And he’ll keep believing in him until Carlos’s final breath.
“He’s going to be fine,” Carlos whispers to himself.
He only lifts his head from his hands when he hears his name being called.
“Carlos?”
Relief floods his body from head to toe when he looks up and sees his mom standing a few feet away from him.
The tears he’d been keeping at bay come rushing back as she quickly closes the distance between them, clutching her handbag tightly at her side and her face painted with concern.
It must echo how tired Carlos truly is on his face because Andrea takes one took at her son and her own face falls. Her mind goes to the worse case scenario.
“Mijo?”
“Ma,” Carlos mutters.
Andrea opens his arms for Carlos and he wastes no time in entering her embrace, wrapping his arms around her figure. He closes his eyes, a tear slipping out and rolling down his cheek.
She holds him tight, a hand settling on his back and the other traveling up to the back of Carlos’s neck, giving him a light squeeze there. Andrea is shorter and smaller than Carlos’s large frame, but in this moment, she may as well be a giant, and he a little boy. She holds him until his breathing evens out and he pulls back from the hug.
“Tyler?” She asks, his voice heavy with worry.
“Still in surgery,” Carlos replies, his own voice sounding foreign to him. “The nurse said there were some complications but the doctors have it under control.” He feels his heartbeat pick up again. “Ma…I can’t…what if…”
“No, mijo, none of that,” Andrea shakes her head, wiping away the stray tear staining Carlos’s cheek. “He is going to be just fine. Believe that.”
Carlos nods, sniffing.
“Ready to go back inside?”
“Yeah,” Carlos breathes out.
Andrea wraps an arm around Carlos’s waist as he wraps an arm around her shoulder, she’s supporting him in every way, as they make their way back inside the hospital.
Carlos introduces his mom to the 126 crew, Owen and Gwyn getting up and shaking hands with Andrea.
“Mrs. Reyes, it’s good to finally meet you,” Owen starts. “Although, I had hoped it would have been under better circumstances.”
“Si,” Andrea agrees. “I feel the same. But. Tyler is strong, he’s going to be back on his feet in no time.”
Owen and Gwyn gives her small, thankful smiles.
TK and Carlos had been talking about getting their parents together for dinner. The thought made them both nervous, but the excitement for their parents to finally meet was stronger. They were planning a dinner at Carlos’s house, that would have been set for sometime in the coming week, but now with TK’s injury, it might be a while before that happens.
“TK and I were actually planning a dinner at my place before…” Carlos trails off. He clears his throat, “we can still have the dinner once TK is out of here and recovered.”
Owen nods. “We’d love that.”
Andrea sits on the chair next to Owen, with Gwyn on his other side. Carlos picks up on them softly talking about TK, no doubt Owen telling Andrea stories about TK, and Carlos is glad his mother gets to hear stories about his boyfriend from Owen himself.
Feeling his nerves spiking back up, Carlos can’t get himself to sit down. He paces the room for a bit, coming to a halt a few minutes later and leaning against a wall, his arms crossed over his shoulder.
He turns to his side when he feels someone there and sees Paul wearing a concerned and supportive look.
“It’s just hard, you know,” Carlos sighs.
Paul nods. “I know. But just like your mom, and you, said, your boy is going to be fine and back to giving grey hairs all around before you know it.”
Carlos chuckles at that, appreciating Paul’s move to lighten the mood just a little.
A few beats pass. “Thank you, by the way.”
Paul creases his eyebrows.
“For not asking if I was okay,” Carlos clarifies. “I know everyone means well and is looking out for me, I get that and I really appreciate it. I can always count of everyone here. But if I get asked if I’m okay one more time…”
Paul doesn’t need Carlos to finish speaking to know how that sentence ends. He gives the officer’s shoulder a light squeeze.
“You feel what you feel, man,” Paul replies. “All of it.”
Carlos nods. And he will. He will let himself feel everything. But he needs to know that TK is okay first.
The doctor makes her way towards the waiting room, clearly exhausted and wearing an unreadable expression. It makes the pit in Carlos’s stomach grow bigger.
“Family of TK Strand?”
They all get to their feet, Owen speaking.
“How is he?”
“He made it through,” she replies, a smile forming on her face.
A collective sigh echoes through the room, everyone feeling like they can finally breathe. Carlos feels like his knees are about to give out so he falls back into the chair he was sitting on, closing his eyes and taking deep, even breaths.
Andrea reaches out, placing her hand on Carlos’s shoulder.
“There were some complications,” the doctor continues.
Carlos opens his eyes and looks at the doctor, still nervous.
“What kind of complications?” Owen asks.
“The wound was more…complicated than we first anticipated. We thought it was a clean cut but it turned out that the piece of glass must have moved because the inside of the wound was jagged. His blood pressure was lower than I like throughout the surgery but he remained stable. The glass had also nicked TK’s kidney, but we repaired the damage. He had lost a significant amount of blood, but we gave him a couple of transfusions, and with one or two more transfusions, everything will be back on track. He’s going to be just fine, with some rest and time, I believe he’s going to make a full recovery,” the doctor informs them.
“Thank God,” Gwyn whispers.
“We’re going to keep him here for a few days to a week, to keep an eye on his blood pressure and make sure everything goes smoothly,” the doctor adds.
Carlos sighs, Andrea soothingly running her hand up and down Carlos’s back.
“Can we see him?”
“Yes,” the doctors nods. “He’s being settled into recovery now, a nurse will come and get you when he’s ready. Two visitors maximum at a time.”
Carlos can hear Owen profusely thanking the doctor, but it all seems so far away. Everything around him seems far away, the voices and words spoken. It feels like he’s underwater and everyone else is above.
His mother’s voice brings him back.
“Mijo?”
Carlos nods.
“Carlitos, mírame.” Look at me.
Carlos meets her concerned but relieved brown eyes. He has his mother’s eyes.
“Él está bien,” she reassures him. He is okay.
Carlos nods again.
Andrea cups Carlos’s cheek, running her thumb over the smooth skin there. “I’m going to your place and I’ll get you some fresh clothes and pack you a bag.”
“You don’t need to do that, Ma.”
“I want to,” she replies. “And you need to get out of your uniform.”
She knows Carlos would want to spend the night with TK, so she doesn’t ask him to go home; she’s going to bring her son what he needs.
“Gracias, Mama,” Carlos whispers, brushing a kiss to his mother’s forehead.
A nurse arrives a while after Andrea leaves, telling them TK is settled in his room. Owen and Gwyn get up, Carlos sharing an understanding look with the captain. Carlos hangs back, the crew taking turns in taking trips to the firehouse to change and returning, making sure someone is always in the room with the officer. Andrea returns with the bag she promised Carlos and a brown paper bag forty-five minutes later.
“I stopped by your favorite Tex Mex truck on the way back,” she says, referring to the paper bag.
He wasn’t really hungry but he knew he needed to eat something so he doesn’t end up collapsing. He needs his strength to be there for TK.
Carlos gives Andrea the best smile he can muster. “Thanks, Ma.”
“Go change and this will be waiting for you right here.”
Carlos stands on shaky legs and takes the duffel bag with equally shaky hands. He slowly makes his way to the nearest bathroom.
He looks at himself in the mirror, the puffiness and redness of his eyes a stark contrast to how pale his skin looks. His curly hair, no matter how short, looks disheveled and out of place. He closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, leaning forward and placing his palms against the cool marble.
He opens his eyes and stares down at his hands, noticing traces of TK’s blood still marked on his skin. That’s all it takes to bring him crumbling down to his knees, letting out a choked sob that rings through the empty bathroom.
The dam breaks as Carlos lets it all out, all the tears he’d been holding back come flooding down his face. He begins feeling everything: pain, fear, anger, worry, and a little bit of relief. Pain at the prospect of almost losing TK. Fear he’d never see the spark in TK’s green eyes again, fear he’d never kiss TK’s lips again. Anger that this happened in the first place. Worry about TK and the long road to recovery ahead. Relief that today isn’t the day he’d lose the love of his life.
His eyes burn. His body aches. His head hurts.
Once he’s positive his legs are going to carry him, Carlos pushes himself off the tiled floor, sniffing as he grabs the bag and places it next to the sink. He takes slow, deep breaths, anchoring himself. He turns the water on, pumping soap into his palm and washing away the remainder of TK’s blood, the water turning pink as it swirls down the drain. He splashes the cold water in his face, a shiver running down his body.
After using the towel his mother packed, he reaches inside the bag and pulls out a pair of sweats, a cotton t-shirt and a hoodie.
He steps into a stall and locks it, quickly removing his belt and service weapon, securing them in the duffel. In this moment, the sweats feel heavenly compared to his uniform pants. He pauses halfway as he pulls the t-shirt on. It’s his own t-shirt but it smells like TK and the firefighter’s shampoo.
He closes his eyes and takes it all in, inhaling all that is TK. Carlos can’t wait to hold him and for that scent to embrace him.
Carlos finds himself sitting on the chair next to TK’s hospital bed thirty minutes later, after having finished changing and eating. Owen and Gwyn had returned to the waiting room, their eyes an identical shade of red and Owen had patted Carlos on the shoulder.
It looks wrong, this whole sight, TK lying in the bed, so still. TK is full of life, full of energy, even when he’s nervous, he’s moving around or keeping his hands occupied with something, and even when he’s asleep, TK is almost always tossing and turning, his energy can’t be contained. But this, this is wrong, unnatural. Carlos can’t wait for TK to wake up.
His eyes trail to the machines surrounding the bed, the heart monitor beeping steadily, the rise and fall of TK’s chest with every breath he takes. Carlos is glad to see that his boyfriend had regained some color, compared to how he looked at the scene.
Carlos reaches out, careful not to disturb the IV and all the wires connected to TK, and takes the firefighter’s hand into his own. He clears his throat before he speaks.
“Hey, baby,” Carlos speaks. “I’m here and you’re okay. Everyone is here, too, sitting in the waiting room. You gave us all quite the scare but you’re okay and the doctor and nurses are taking great care of you. I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”
With his other hand, Carlos threads his fingers through TK’s soft hair, and this setting and gesture is all too eerily familiar to when TK got shot goosebumps prickle Carlos’s skin.
Carlos’s heart still aches at seeing his boyfriend in a hospital bed, at the events of the day, at the collective pain and helplessness they all felt. But now, sitting in this chair, the heart monitor assuring Carlos that TK is here, that he’s alive; with Carlos holding onto TK, the warmth radiating from the younger man against Carlos’s grip doesn’t only calm the officer’s racing heart, but it begins healing him, too.
*****
It’s a restless night for Carlos. He spends it tossing and turning, getting up every once in a while to check on TK and make sure he’s okay (also checking if he had woken up yet). Between that and the nurses rounding on the firefighter every couple of hours, Carlos hadn’t gotten much sleep. The sun had just begun climbing the sky when he gives up on getting any more shut eye. He goes to the bathroom to freshen up and returns to the chair next to the bed.
He begins going through all the texts that poured into his phone from the previous night, sending quick updates to his mom, Owen, Judd and in the group chat with Paul, Marjan and Mateo. He then replies to the messages from his partner and a few other ones from his friends at the precinct, sending him and TK support and positive thoughts.
Carlos had the day off, and he knows he’ll need to talk to his Captain about taking some more time off at some point during the day. But right now, he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.
The hours tick by as the sun sits high in the sky with no change from TK’s side. The charge nurse, Martha, comes in and checks on TK.
“How’s he doing?” Carlos asks as she jots down TK’s vitals on his chart.
“He’s doing fine,” Martha smiles at Carlos. “But I can’t say the same for you, honey,” she adds, looking at the officer, noticing how tired and worn down he is. “Have you gotten anything to eat or drink?”
He gives her a sad smile, shrugging. “Had some water, but didn’t each much. I don’t want to leave him, don’t want him to wake up alone,” Carlos explains.
Her eyes soften, watching Carlos as he watched TK. “He means a lot to you. You love him.”
Carlos turns to face her, his eyes wide with surprise.
Martha chuckles. “I’ve been doing this a long time, honey. I’ve seen this look on your face and the expression in your eyes more times than I care to count.”
A blush climbs up Carlos’s neck and settles in his cheeks. “He does. And I do.”
“Are you sure you don’t need anything? I can wait for him, if you’d like,” she offers.
Carlos doesn’t have time to reply, spotting Owen walking towards the room through the glass window, holding two cups.
“Thank you,” Carlos responds. “I really appreciate that, but there’s no need, his dad is here with coffee,” he gestures to the hall with his head.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it, then. Press the call button if you need anything,” she smiles and retreats from the room.
Owen walks in a few moments later. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” Carlos gives him a smile. “She was checking on TK, says he’s doing fine.”
Owen nods, handing Carlos one of the cups. “Here, you look like you need it.”
“Thank you,” Carlos accepts it. “I do. It was one hell of a night.”
Owen takes a sip from the hot beverage. “Yeah, tell me about it.”
*****
It starts with a slight spike in TK’s heart rate. It isn’t significant to warrant worry, but it’s enough of a change to grab Carlos and Owen’s attention. They share a look, then Carlos is moving closer to TK while Owen gets up from the couch by the wall, standing by the foot of the bed.
A spark of hope ignites within Carlos and Owen.
Then TK moves his head to the side, turning it towards his boyfriend.
“TK?” Carlos says. “Can you hear me, babe?”
TK responds by fluttering his closed eyelids, ever so slowly peeling them opened.
His vision is hazy at first, blurry, but after a few blinks, it starts to settle and the first thing he clearly sees is Carlos’s beautiful face.
“‘Los?” TK whispers.
Fresh tears spring to Carlos’s eyes at hearing TK’s voice again, at hearing the nickname only TK uses. They’re happy tears this time.
“Yeah, baby, I’m here, I’m right here,” Carlos replies, a smile forming on his face. “Your dad is here, too.”
“Hey, son.”
Using all his strength, TK manages to lift his upper body to look in the direction where Owen’s voice came from.
“Whoa, easy,” Carlos says, quickly moving so he can support TK’s back with his hand.
“Dad,” TK pushes out. “What happened?”
Carlos helps TK lie back down again, not wanting the firefighter to wear himself out even more and Carlos is also worried about the stitches in his side.
“You were hurt on a call, babe,” Carlos replies, running his fingers through TK’s hair again and smiles when TK leans into his touch.
“How…how bad?”
Carlos shakes his head. “You’re okay, and you’re going to be just fine with some time and rest.”
“I’ll go get the doctor,” Owen announces and steps into the hall.
“Are you in any pain?” Carlos asks.
TK shakes his head slightly. “Not really.”
“They have you on some non-opioid based painkillers.” Carlos leans down and plants a kiss to TK’s forehead. “I’m so happy to see you awake. I was so scared.”
“I’m sorry,” TK apologize.
“It’s okay,” Carlos immediately replies. “You saved a little girl, and you’re going to be fine. I’m just…really glad I get to see your eyes and hear your voice right now.”
TK stays awake long enough for the doctor to go through some routine checks and it’s pretty clear he’s drifting back to sleep when she’s done, his eyes drooping shut.
“Get some rest, baby,” Carlos encourages. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
*****
Andrea decides to drop by the hospital to visit TK and see her son a little after noon. She stops short when she spots Owen sitting on one of the chairs outside TK’s room.
“Captain Strand,” she calls.
Owen looks up from his phone. “Mrs. Reyes.”
Her eyebrows crease a little. “Is everything okay with Tyler?”
“Oh, yes, everything is fine,” he answers. “I was just taking care of some things with work,” he lifts his phone. “I’ve been told a have a look when I’m in the zone for work, and it’s not a pleasant one.”
Andrea chuckles. “I’m glad to hear that everything is fine.”
“Yeah, TK woke up this morning. He’s been in and out ever since, but he’s doing okay. The doctor reassured us that everything looks good and there are no further complications,” Owen continues. “Carlos is in there with him.”
Andrea looks into the room through the glass and smiles when she sees TK awake, facing Carlos and talking to him. Carlos has the softest look on his face, his hand holding TK’s and he chuckles at something TK says. Her heart swells with so much joy at seeing how happy her son is.
“They’re moving TK to a regular room soon,” Owen adds, joining her. “He can have more than two visitors at a time.”
TK is moved less than an hour later. He’s sitting up in bed, Carlos on the chair next to him, Owen on the chair on his other side and Andrea sitting on the foot of the bed.
“It’s great to see you awake, Tyler,” Andrea says, giving TK’s leg a gentle squeeze over the blanket.
Owen smiles at Andrea’s use of the name to address TK directly.
“You’ve also regained some color,” she adds.
Carlos kisses TK’s cheek when he notices the blush painting his face, adding even more color to his skin.
“Thank you, ma’am,” TK replies, his voice now stronger.
“We’re gonna have you back on your feet in no time, amor,” Andrea promises, the same loving wide smile on her face.
Owen and Andrea stay for a while, before leaving Carlos and TK. Andrea having to run some errands, and Owen decides to stop by the firehouse now that TK is awake, doing better and in great hands with Carlos.
“Get ready for my mom to spoil you in every way,” Carlos tells TK once they’re alone. “I’m pretty sure those errands she mentioned have something to do with that.”
TK chuckles softly, making sure not to jostle too much so he doesn’t hurt his side. “I take it it’s a Reyes thing, spoiling the people you care about.”
“And love,” Carlos adds. “Absolutely.”
TK smiles.
“Food, lots of food,” Carlos says. “My mom believes food can heal everything. You’ll experience that first hand.”
“I can’t wait.”
It’s really been a delight and source of happiness for Carlos when he thinks about how quickly his parents had taken to liking TK. He’s already being integrated into the family, and it brings Carlos so much joy to witness it happening. It’s one of the things he longed for the most. He was a little surprised when his mother stopped to visit; he knew she was there to support him the previous day, but today was clearly about seeing TK. He really can’t explain in words just how much it means to him to see his mother embracing TK this way. And speaking of his parents…
“My dad asked about you,” Carlos speaks. “He texted earlier, he’s glad you’re doing better and he told me to pass on well wishes.”
TK’s face breaks into a wide grin. He, too, is so very grateful about Carlos’s parents acceptance of him.
Carlos sighs. “I was just so worried, Ty. One moment you were standing up straight and the next you were tumbling to the ground and…”
“Hey. Hey, babe, I’m here,” TK quickly says.
Carlos nods. “I know. And I know our jobs are dangerous and it’s not easy, but I can’t lose you. And I almost did.”
“You know I can’t promise anything,” TK says slowly, “just like I know you can’t promise anything, either. But you know what I can promise? That I’ll always fight to come back to you.”
“Yeah, I know,” Carlos kisses TK’s temple. “I’ll always fight to come back to you, too.”
TK reaches out, cupping Carlos’s face and brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. Carlos leans into TK’s palm and then presses a kiss there.
“Come here,” TK whispers.
Carlos doesn’t need to be told twice. He moves, getting closer to TK and eventually closing the distance between them, pressing his lips against his boyfriend’s.
The kiss is not heated or intense, it’s a simple press of lips together; a kiss filled with reassurance, filled with promise and love, filled with comfort. And it’s perfect.
“I love you,” TK whispers when they pull apart.
Carlos touches his forehead to TK’s and closes his eyes. “I love you, too, Tiger.”
And there it is. Carlos inhales, feeling the pieces of his heart mending together as the scent that is all TK embraces him.
#911 lone star#911 lone star fic#tarlos#tarlos fic#userjilly#userthai#userkimmy#userjillian#tuserpaige#tuserjamie#reyesstrand#ronenrubinstein#useralie#tuserems#bellakitse#tuserria#howtosingit#badthingshappenbingo#bad things happen bingo#*fics#thank you so much for the prompt jill!#i got so emotional writing this#i hope you guys enjoy!
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What did you think about the new lone star episode? I like reading your opinions because I always agree with them lol
Oh my god babe im so glad you asked because I probably would have told you anyway
SO there was a lot,,, like a lot of thoughts that I had to write them all down and the Owen thoughts will be at the end, because I know thats what you’re here for
- CAPTAIN JUDD
- Marjan being ✨pretty✨
- “Husband? You guys are babies.”
- Its the Tarlos Teasing for me, and the way TK pushes Carlos away I’m- these boys are so soft
- Paul called them Tarlos I’m-
- Someone give Marjan a hug please, I want to give her a hug
- I have a lot of experience painting rooms myself instead of professionally and like,,, Owen literally taped EVERYTHING it was so unnecessary anyway-
- “What the hell are you doin here?” Go off Judd I’m begging you
- also the way Marjan looked at Owen when he’s spouting off orders at them cause she knows thats not his job at the moment and he should just not
- “Ride or Die bitches” queens supporting queens
- The Sun and Salt reopening!!
- There’s a major lack of my favorite Bernese Mountain Dog
- Marjans outfits are iconic as always
- The way she’s starting to breakdown but still manages to save her life and do her job despite the fact that she has every right to be mad at the girl but she’s not because thats just Marjan
- Carlos’s lil wink when TK goes “Crisis Averted!!”
Now for my Owen (Derogatory) thoughts
If you don’t agree with this that’s fine, I don’t expect everyone to, so just keep scrolling my love thanks
- So Gabriel talking about the arsonist’s profile (narcissistic, who thinks he’s so much smarter etc etc) and how perfectly it fits owen i just- More on that later
- Owen could at least pretend to have a poker face, like TK didnt have to get him anything but he did because he knows how difficult being away from work will be for him. Because TK (unlike others) pays attention
- Owen to Billy: I can’t imagine [listening to the scanner app thing] is very good for your mental health.
Me: dont you even start Mr. Tequila Time
- Owen and his stupid hero complex
- Owen Just casually making bombs and starting fires in his backyard exactly the way the arsonist started them just to prove a point
- Imagine being an ass to someone who’s not willing to break the law because he needs to keep his benefits because- ya know- he’s sick
- The way Owen said “I just need to make a stop” or run an Errand or whatever like he’s just running to the supermarket instead of breaking multiple laws and is only building the case against himself
- This might be really bad to say but like,,, if he isn’t at least convicted with the breaking and entering i might lose my mind
Owen literally said “here’s the physical description of the arsonist” and then described himself. AND THEN WENT “Here’s a mental profile of the most arsonists” and then described himself AGAIN. THEN he went out and bought bomb making materials and thought “well I’ll show them exactly how the arsonist set off the incendiary and then i’ll break more laws to prove it again. And they’ll celebrate me because I figured it out” and he’s probably right but like And then he was arrested and i smiled cause he’s a dumbass. There’s literally means (all the stuff he bought, the fact that he knew exactly how it works and how to set it off and and and), opportunity (he’s basically jobless for the next three weeks so), motive (mmm, he’s a bored sociopath?).
anyway that was a lot and im sorry but im so glad you enjoy hearing my thoughts about this because I have a lot of them and i like to talk about them
#tk strand#911 lone star#tarlos#judd ryder#anon#ink answers#carlos reyes#boo owen anon#anytime anyone talks trash about owen strand (derogatory) i tag it as boo owen anon bc im right#marjan marwani#paul strickland#911 ls spoilers#ask to tag
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Blood Brothers (9-1-1 Lonestar Fic)
After an incident on a call leaves Carlos and Judd injured, TK has some guilt to look through. CW: Canon-typical violence, gun violence, drug mention.
It was a normal call. Or at least it was supposed to be. Dispatch had mentioned a simple car accident on the freeway with a possible missing kid. Nothing more, nothing less. They had found the kid and gotten four of the five people out of the cars with limited injuries and no deaths so far. The police were only really there for traffic control. Everything was going fine and overall, it was the kind of call that would no doubt be celebrated later with a night at the bar. Until Paul noticed something.
While Judd knew that he wasn’t as observant as Paul was, he was also far from oblivious. The sudden stiffening and look of concentration on Paul’s face betrays the fact that he had noticed something, though it wasn’t clear exactly what he’d noticed. It never was. Not until he did some fancy Sherlock Holmes type deduction and blew everyone away. Then it just seemed painfully obvious and left Judd with the thought that this is what Watson must feel like. A quick glance around reveals the fact that Judd isn’t the only one who’s noticed. Marjan and the probie were sharing a look of confusion and glee, clearly excited to see what it was that Paul had discovered.
Judd wasn’t immune to the lure of the trick either. Though he tries to remain outwardly uninterested, he still watches out of the corner of his eye as the other man approaches the truck, walking with purpose. Just as Paul’s about to make his first comment or ask his first question, something else catches Judd’s eye and he turns his head, recognizing the all-too-familiar glint as sunlight reflects off the long barrel of a shotgun. Judd follows it with his eyes, his heart stopping for a moment when he realizes who it was pointing at. TK wasn’t paying attention, of course, too busy chatting it up with his little cop boyfriend.
“Gun!” Judd’s shouting the warning almost immediately as he takes off towards the boy, knocking him to the ground just as the gun fires with a loud bang. The two of them land on the ground, Judd on top of TK, and he can only groan as TK shouts in surprise, asking what the hell was going on. Judd wants to answer. Really, he does. But just at that moment, the pain hits.
It’s a burning, searing pain that seems to spread out from his shoulder and throughout his entire body. He can hear somebody letting out a string of foul curses, ones that would get him smacked upside the head if Grace heard him saying, and it takes him a moment longer than it should for him to realize that it was him cussing up a storm and not some poor bystander. Judd tries to get up but his arms feel like Jell-O and refuse to follow his commands. All he can do is groan and hope he isn’t crushing poor TK under him.
As much as he liked to portray himself as this fearless, tough-guy cowboy, he was only human. He was susceptible to pain. And this shit? It hurt like a mother. Through the haze of pain and confusion, he can feel two people shifting him onto one of the stretchers. His arm moves at the same time that the pain spikes and a numb feeling shoots through his arm before making his entire body burn like it was on fire. He barely gets a strangled scream out before he's passing out on the stretcher.
~~~
Owen didn’t think he would ever be as scared as he had been when he found TK that night before moving to Austin. The stone-cold terror he’d felt when he’d found his son laying on the ground, cold as a corpse and not breathing, wasn’t something that was going to be easy to top. But the fear he feels when he sees the barrel of a gun pointed at him while he’s so clearly distracted definitely comes close.
“TK!” he yells, though it’s immediately drowned out by a louder shout, warning them about the gun. Owen freezes for just a moment, seeing a blur tackle TK to the ground just as the gun goes off. And that’s when everything goes to shit. Carlos is knocked aside in the commotion, his head hitting the edge of the truck and knocking him out, and TK himself doesn’t seem to come out unscathed despite what Owen is now considering divine intervention of some sort.
Owen forces himself forwards on unsteady legs, dropping to his knees beside the two. Michelle was already with Carlos, helping him to sit up and drink some water. For a moment, Owen’s convinced that he’s the only one who had seen this. The only one who knows what had happened. But his theory is quickly disproven when Paul and Marjan are there all of a sudden, helping him move Judd onto a stretcher. The cowboy was shouting out foul curses, causing most of the bystanders to cover their children's ears and look utterly scandalized. When he passes out, Owen finds that the silence is much worse.
TK hadn’t gotten up yet, which Owen was trying not to find concerning. He’s still laying on the pavement, curling up in the fetal position and not moving.“TK? TK, are you okay? TK!”
TK’s response is fairly quick and Owen just about sags in relief. “I’m fine. Just sore ribs. Think Judd broke ‘em. What was that all about anyway?” he asks, sitting up with one arm wrapped around his chest, a slight wince on his face.
Owen watches as the ambulance pulls away with Judd and Carlos inside and just shakes his head. “Come on. We’re going to the hospital.”
“Dad? It’s not that bad, seriously. I’m fine.”
“TK, it’s not for you.”
It takes a few seconds but the look on TK’s face when he finally realizes what had just happened makes Owen wish that he’d just invented some kind of elaborate lie or something to cover up the whole thing. He knew it was illogical but the urge to protect his son from any more hurt was there, overpowering any logic or rational thought. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
~~~
They arrive at the hospital shortly after. Despite what he’d been told, about the trip not being for him, his dad had still made him get checked out. The whole way to the hospital, he’d been hunched over with his arms wrapped around his chest and Owen had been understandably concerned. A few moments after arriving, he's diagnosed with cracked ribs. After being told about caring for his ribs, they head into the waiting room to find Carlos sitting in the corner with an ice pack to his head and a pink emesis bin in his lap. He glances up when the two walk in, giving TK a small, pained smile. TK immediately glances away.
From what he’d been told, this whole thing was his fault. If he had been paying attention to the call instead of hanging out with his boyfriend when they were both working, then he would have seen the gun. He would have ducked or moved or done something other than just stand there like a lovesick dork. Judd wouldn’t be in surgery. Carlos wouldn’t be sitting there in obvious pain.
TK knew he had a bad habit of internalizing things and blaming himself. His dad told him practically every time it happened. But in this case, he was certain that it was his fault. How could it not be? He had been standing there, flirting with his boyfriend while everyone else was working hard. Judd had been right, he was slacking. And now he was paying the price for TK’s mistake.
Before he even has a chance to try and stop it, a strangled sob escapes him, and just like that, the dam he’d oh so carefully constructed breaks. He sits there, in the cold, cramped hospital chair, with his legs pulled up to his chest and his face buried in his knees as loud sobs wracked his body. The fabric on his knees is getting wet with his tears but he can’t bring himself to care. With everything else happening, it doesn’t seem to matter that much. He feels somebody’s arm wrap around him, pulling him into their side with a quiet, “Oh, TK.”
He recognizes his dad’s voice and the feeling of his chest. Briefly, he’s reminded of the time when he was a kid and he’d had a nightmare. He’d stood over his dad’s bed for nearly ten minutes before Owen had woken up. His dad had later told him that he’d scared the shit out of him. But after that, he’d just hugged him and held him close. He had rubbed his hair like he was doing now and he’d told him that everything was going to be okay. That whatever had happened was just a dream and it couldn’t hurt him. The mantra was different today. Today, his dad was assuring him that what happened wasn’t his fault. “Everything will be okay. It wasn’t your fault, TK, these things happen. Judd’s gonna be fine. Carlos is—”
“I’m fine,” Carlos pipes up, though his voice is tinged with hurt. TK can’t tell if it’s from the concussion or TK ignoring him. Either way, he had caused it. It was his fault.
“Tyler Kennedy, you listen to me.” TK hadn’t realized he had been speaking out loud. “This was not your fault. Okay?”
“But Carlos got— and Judd he—”
“They’re fine, TK. Right now, I’m more worried about you.” Owen lowers his voice, leaning in closer to his son. “How are you feeling? Any… urges?”
TK sighs, rolling his eyes and looking up at his dad. “I’m not a werewolf, you know, and I’m not made of glass either. I’m not gonna- I’m not going to OD again, okay? That was… it was a one-time thing. Not every issue is going to break me, okay? Okay, dad?”
“I know,” Owen tells him, a small smile on his face. “I know. I’m just worried, okay?”
“Yeah, well you don’t have to be.”
“It’s kind of my job, TK.”
TK feels a small spark of inexplicable anger appear. “No, your <i>job</i> is to save people.”
“Not as a firefighter, TK, as your dad.”
TK’s quiet for a moment. Just like that, the spark is gone and another sob leaves him. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Owen assures him, rubbing small circles into his son’s back. TK just nods, too busy trying to hold back the sobs and tears that threatened to overspill. By now, Paul, Marjan, and Matéo had returned from taking the truck back for the next shift and were just sitting awkwardly in the chairs beside Carlos.
When Paul catches the captain's eye, he mouths something that Owen takes for meaning, ‘Is he okay?’ Owen hesitates, looking down at where TK was sitting, practically in his lap with his head buried in his chest. He nods. TK might not be completely okay right now, but he would be. Owen knew that. If his son was anything, he was resilient.
Owen glances up at the sound of footsteps, relieved to see the doctor approaching. He knows the exact moment that TK notices, shifting and accidentally elbowing Owen in the chest. “Oomph!”
“Sorry,” TK’s quick to apologize but pays his dad no heed as he looks over at the doctor, a tall blond man. “How is he? Is he okay?”
The doctor opens his mouth to say something when Paul pipes up. “Relax, TK, he’s fine. Doc’s relaxed.”
“Wel—”
“Plus, Judd’s a fighter. He’ll be fine in no time.”
“May I—”
“Wait, did anyone call his wife?”
“If I can—”
“Yeah, I called her earlier. You know, she’s actually really nice. She invited us for dinner this weekend.”
“Guys,” Owen says, holding up a hand. “Let the man speak.”
The doctor sends him a thankful look and adjusts his clipboard as he clears his throat. “Thank you, Captain. Mr. Ryder’s going to be just fine. He’s lost a bit of blood but we were able to remove the bullet without much difficulty at all. He’s awake and ready for visitors. If you would like to see him, somebody can go in now. He’s been asking for his little brother?”
As soon as the doctor’s finished speaking, Owen looks down at his son. “That’s you. Go see him, make sure he’s not giving the nurses a hard time.” TK hesitates before shaking his head slightly and pulling his phone out as if he got a text. “I uh- actually, I have to go. Meeting a friend.”
Before anyone can protest, he’s out of there, taking off like a bat out of hell. Owen sighs, standing up. “Guess, that’s me then.” As he heads for Judd’s room, he hears Mateo comment on TK leaving to see a friend instead of visiting his brother. Marjan smacks him upside the head and calls him an idiot before Owen can say anything. He’d talk to TK later, make sure he’s okay.
Nobody, not even Paul, notices Carlos slipping away.
~~~
As soon as he’s out of the hospital, TK breaks down completely. He slides down one of the large white pillars and buries his face in his arms as he cries. Loud sobs wrack his entire body as he struggles to get a breath in without choking on it. He can practically feel everyone staring at him, watching as he loses it right there on the pavement. TK can only imagine the sight he makes. He was still in his turnout gear minus his helmet, which was probably still in the waiting room with his dad, and definitely looked the part of a badass firefighter. And here he was, sobbing like a child.
Too focused on dwelling on his own mistakes and trying to get a breath in, TK doesn’t notice somebody sitting down beside him until there’s a sharp inhale from the spot to his left. “It’s bright out, huh?” TK freezes, recognizing his boyfriend’s voice. He looks up slowly, trying to wipe the tears away with the back of his hand. They just keep coming.
“What are you doing here?”
“Come on, TK. I know you. And I know that you’re taking this hard. It’s not your fault. You know that, right?”
TK shakes his head. “That’s not— I wasn’t doing my job. I was just standing around, talking to <i>you</i>. I was distracted.”
“Everyone was standing around, there wasn’t much to do. You did nothing wrong. Please tell me you understand that,” Carlos says, an arm around his shoulders as he pulls TK into an awkward, half hug. TK just laughs bitterly and shakes his head again. Carlos frowns and decides to try another tactic. “What, you’re not going to ask how I’m feeling?”
TK looks up at him, the slightest hint of a smile on his face. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I just won a steak-eating contest.”
“Nauseous?”
“Yeah. Doc says I have a concussion. Nothing serious though.”
TK nods. “Good. Look… I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
“TK, you have nothing to apologize for,” he tells him with a smile, squeezing him against his chest. “What happened was an accident. I know it doesn’t help much but it’s not your fault.”
“I know, it’s just…” TK shakes his head. “Nevermind.”
Carlos frowns but decides not to say anything for now. “Come on, Tiger. Let’s go see Judd. I heard he’s giving the doctors a hard time.”
This time, TK doesn’t protest as he’s led back towards the hospital.
~~~
“Where’s the kid?”
Standing at the end of Judd’s hospital bed, Owen got the strange feeling that he was at his judgment day. Judd didn’t look like he’d even been shot. If it weren’t for the bandage wrapped around his shoulder and the stark white hospital sheets, he could have just been laying in bed. He wasn’t wearing a hospital gown either, something the captain found fairly odd but not important enough to mention.
“He… had to leave. Had a date with a friend,” Owen tells him. They both knew he was lying.
“He’s blaming himself, ain’t he?” Judd asks, groaning slightly as he props himself up on his elbows and looks over. Owen just nods. “Fuck, knew he would. He’s okay though, right?”
Owen nods again. “Yeah, he’s fine. A couple of cracked ribs but he’ll be fine. How are you feeling?”
“Like I’m floating on cloud nine, Cap. Think they gave me the good stuff,” he responds with a shit-eating grin.
Owen laughs. “I don’t doubt it.”
There’s a moment of quiet as the mood slowly shifts and Judd looks up. “Any idea where he is?”
Owen shakes his head. They both knew who Judd was referring to. “I don’t know. He told me he wouldn’t be…” he trails off with a shake of his head. “But I don’t know.”
“Yeah, well, he’ll be fine. What happened out there?”
“Paul found cocaine. A ton of it. The guy didn’t want anyone finding out, I guess.”
“Whew-”
“What, no ‘welcome to Texas’?”
Judd shakes his head. “This ain’t Texas shit, Cap. That’s some LA shit.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
Though the silence between the two had never been awkward before, it was now rife with tension. Owen wasn’t too sure what to say. He knew TK wouldn’t appreciate him telling Judd about their earlier talk but right now, he was considering telling Judd their entire life story just to have something to talk about. Thankfully, by some sort of miracle, he’s stopped from oversharing by the door opening and a light cough from the doorway.
Owen turns around immediately to see TK and Carlos standing there in the doorway. Carlos’s arm is wrapped around TK’s shoulders in a protective gesture and the police officer is giving them both a look that dares them to try anything. TK, for his part, was just standing there with his eyes on his shoes and his arms wrapped around his chest as if he could hold himself together just like that.
Nobody says anything for a few moments before Carlos nudges TK, prompting a slight glare at the other man and a quiet, “Hey.”
“Howdy, kid. Nice of you to drop by,” Judd responds, not missing a beat. Despite how withdrawn and hesitant TK was at the moment, Judd was acting as if they were just hanging around the fire station. And for that, Owen was grateful. TK hated any kind of pity or sympathy or anything like that. And while Judd wasn’t the type to pity people, Owen knew that his son would definitely interpret any difference in behavior as such.
TK doesn’t respond, leaving them with yet another awkward silence. It takes Owen a moment to see the look Judd was giving him, too busy watching his son with obvious worry. Judd clears his throat and Owen gets the sense that he was tired of waiting for him to catch on. “Hey, Cap, why don’t you and Reyes go call Grace or something?”
The dismissal was anything except subtle but it got the job done. Carlos seems to snap out of whatever protective trance he was in and nods. “Right… yeah. Uh- see you later, TK?” TK just nods, still not looking up from his shoes.
With one last lingering glance at his son, Owen follows Carlos out of the hospital room and back to the rest of the crew.
~~~
Judd doesn’t say anything as he watches the kid in the doorway. His posture and expression screams guilt and Judd knows that whatever he’s thinking about was eating at him. He shakes his head. “Am I gonna be receiving an invite to this pity party or is it one of them private affairs?”
TK glances up at that, a hint of a glare on his face as he looks towards Judd. It’s lacking any heat, though, and seemed more instinctual than anything. Judd sighs. “Come on, kid. What’s eating at you?”
There’s another brief moment of silence as TK seems to gather his words before speaking. “You got shot.”
Judd raises a brow. “Believe me, brother, I know.”
“No— you got shot because I wasn’t paying attention. I was flirting with Carlos. Flirting! At work. And you were— you—”
As he speaks, TK starts to pace back and forth across the room and Judd holds up a hand, stopping him in his tracks. “First of all, you’re making me dizzy. Second, this kind of shit happens. It could have happened to anyone. Probie, Marwani, your dad. Hell, even me. You know how many times I’ve tried flirting with Grace over the radio?” TK shakes his head. “Too many times.”
Judd pauses for a moment, just to get a sense of where they were, and then launches into the seemingly endless story of how he’d flirted with Grace over the radio, got himself smacked upside the head by his captain, and sent to the couch for the night by Grace, and almost drowned as a direct result from the incident. Partway through the story, TK migrates over to the hard plastic chair beside Judd’s bed and by the time he reaches the part about the couch, TK’s fast asleep with his head on the bed. Judd doesn’t stop talking just yet, continuing the story as TK lays there, his head laying on his folded arms.
He doesn’t reach the drowning part before he’s dozing off beside the kid, confident that they’d be alright.
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aight SO
i finished ep 12 and i've talked about it with a friend, and now i've also taken a look into the tarlos tag to get a sense of what people are saying. i think i'm ready to break this down.
so there are a few big questions about That Scene and the following tarlos interactions. i'll just work through them one at a time. buckle in, this is gonna get long. now without further ado...
1) Was TK lashing out at Carlos at the firehouse in character?
Short answer: yes and no.
Long answer: we've seen TK get physical and even violent before. He literally sought out a bar fight in s1. He nearly got into a fist fight with Judd, too. And did you see the way he was hurling darts after that, when he and Carlos were on their date? This boy is not a stranger to getting physical. There are, however, a few major differences between those scenes and this one with Carlos.
One. The bar fight was premeditated, while his fight with Carlos was not. Why is this important? Because it means that TK has shown some measure of restraint in the past. He managed to stay present during what I would call the 'trigger' of the bar fight episode, and saved his physical response for a later time.
Two. His altercation with Judd, on the other hand, was not premeditated. The difference, then, is that Judd was also ready to get physical at the time. With the scene with Carlos, Carlos was trying to remain calm and impartial for most of it, and attempted to de-escalate when TK got violent. The whole thing was driven by TK.
Three. In none of the scenes we've seen before of TK getting violent has his dad's health or safety been threatened. TK's dad is a HUGE part of his life, and he has a LOT of emotional trauma surrounding his relationship with his dad. He's TERRIFIED of losing Owen, because he's nearly lost him so many times before. TK has some MAJOR anxiety about losing people, to the point where he refused to let Carlos into his heart at the beginning of s1. There's also the fact that TK has gone through a lot of trauma in not a lot of time. Even if the show wants us to believe the kidnapping is over, I'm willing to bet that the after-effects are still hitting. For both TK AND Carlos, honestly.
There are also two other lines to consider when we're talking TK's characterization: first, in the episode when Gwyn moves out, and we see her and TK talking, she then calls Owen who asks if TK 'flew off the handle' (i believe that was the wording, correct me if I'm wrong). This is important because we have two people who are VERY close to TK talking about how he reacts to things, the crux of which is that TK gets reactionary. He has high emotional responses and says (or does) things that he doesn't necessarily mean.
Then there's another line that I think is important. This is the one in the crossover episode, when TK tells Buck that he's 'done a lot worse than steal a fire truck'. This one is important because it's TK talking about HIMSELF. We don't have any context for this or what it means, necessarily, but I'm willing to bet from context that he wasn't just talking about ODing.
So with all this in mind... do I think TK was in character? Do I really think TK would do this? Well... it makes sense in the context of TK's story and his arcs and all the scenes we've seen him in so far. But, at the same time, I would definitely have done it differently. It's a thing like... it's not a WRONG answer, but then again, was it really right, either?
2) Was Carlos's reaction to TK lashing out in character?
Short answer: yeah, I think so*.
*though if they don't expand on it I'm gonna have a problem.
Long answer: Carlos, at this point in the story, is dealing with two things that I think impact his emotional landscape a HELL of a lot.
One. His past and his family. He grew up with a man who seems emotionally distant, and it has only VERY RECENTLY started to get better. He felt INCREDIBLY alienated after he came out, and then when he became a cop and he was dealing with his father's silent disapproval. He is always searching for approval and, most likely, affection as well. What this means is that he feels like he constantly needs to prove himself, and bases his self worth on how OTHER people react. If someone reacts badly, that's a mark against himself.
"But Kay," you say, "What about the scene where he made dinner for TK and TK walked out? Carlos didn't blame himself then!"
Which is an interesting point! Carlos didn't put the onus on himself in that scene, he turned it back on TK, calling him 'crazy'. I think that was a secondary coping mechanism, to be honest. He knew he couldn't deal with feeling like he was the one who was wrong AGAIN so he twisted the situation around in his head until it was TK who was 'being crazy'. I've talked about that scene in depth before so I won't do it again, but Carlos's reaction is, I think, indicative of having felt rejection before and trying to protect himself.
Which brings me to number two. The fact that he's nearly lost TK several times already. This plays a HUGE role in how Carlos acts, especially with TK. Carlos has wanted TK LITERALLY from day 1, and since then he's nearly lost him how many times??? Enough, at least, that I'm fairly certain he's now holding on too tight, even when it comes back and hurts him. He just... he seems to have this mentality that if he's in he's ALL in, and he's not allowed to back away or put any distance between them, or else he'll lose TK for real.
Because we've seen TK pull back and get some distance before. We saw TK take a night away after their fight about the farmer's market. Maybe not with the best communication, but TK was angry and he needed space, so he left. When he did that, however, Carlos was convinced that they were breaking up. Like, CONVINCED. You cannot tell me that Carlos didn't think the worst in that moment.
Now why is THIS important? Easy. Because Carlos and TK may be moving forward in their relationship, but they are at a point right now where they react to things in fundamentally different ways. TK kind of bounces between becoming reactionary and going distant (again, we saw this in s2ep8 very clearly), while Carlos has reached a point where he kind of doubles down on holding tightly to TK even when he maybe shouldn't.
Basically, when you boil all this down, Carlos is DESPERATELY trying not to rock the boat, with his parents OR with TK, because he's scared of everything coming apart. And I think that makes sense with this episode.
The problem, then, is that this is a coping mechanism. The narrative has set it up as such. Which means that he's going to have to address it at some point. If he doesn't, I will be FUCKING PISSED, believe you me.
3) Did the narrative address that scene with respect, dignity, and nuance?
Short answer: I DON'T THINK SO.
Long answer: TK is human. He's a recovering addict. He's had problems with feeling numb in the past (that line about how everything is gray), which, I think, makes his feelings just THAT MUCH BIGGER when he does have them. So clearly, he's going to make mistakes. The question then is, was this particular mistake something he's learned from, or was it just used for the drama?
I have two reasons to believe it was the latter rather than the former.
One. Judd's reaction. Judd telling Carlos to get out of the firehouse after TK hit him, as if Carlos was the bad guy in that situation, was dramatic as hell. TK and Carlos are pitted against each other in that moment, and instead of mediating, Judd picked a side. Which is, ironically enough, the first thing that I think was NOT in character in that scene.
Judd, we know, is a bit of a hot-head, but he's also very empathetic. Judd was shown trying to mediate between Billy and Owen the last time the two of them had an episode together, because he understood both sides of the story and he cared for both of them. Why do I think it should have been the same this time? Well, because he loves TK and Carlos BOTH. They were both in the group hug at the hospital after the Ryder's car crash. It wasn't like Carlos stayed back, okay--JUDD CARES FOR BOTH OF THEM. And I think, at that point, that Judd would have seen the fact that TK was spinning out and Carlos was trying to stay objective and known that he needed to de-escalate. It would have been SO EASY to have that line be "Okay, okay, both of you step back and take a breather." He could EASILY have mediated. But he didn't. And that was a specific choice that leans more toward drama than anything else.
Which brings me to number two. The fact that they don't talk about it on screen. We had a hand-wavey 'we agreed no apologies' and a hot and heavy make-out scene instead. The writers wanted the drama of the two of them being in bed together while the fire started, and in order to do that they sacrificed the screen time it would have taken to actually have them have a conversation. Because, again, it would have been SO EASY to write them actually talking about it. They've done it before! After their fight about the farmer's market and Carlos's parents, the two of them have a WONDERFUL conversation. Why then and not now? Well, to make the fire more dramatic, to up the stakes one more time.
So no. I don't think there was any respect. I don't think there was any nuance. TK made a mistake, because he's human and he has some problems with emotional regulation, but there were little to no repercussions for it where there really should have been. There was no respect coming from the firefam for Carlos, either. There were no apologies, or further comments, or anything. And honestly... this season has done a lot toward making me feel like they don't give a shit about violence. Judd hitting that kid in the bear trap in the wild fire episode, Judd hitting the drunk driver who drove him off the road, Judd punching Billy when he thought he was framing Owen, and now TK hitting Carlos... all with no repercussions or apologies or even discussions about them... it's not a good look.
And there you have it. The writing makes sense. It does. But it's also really clear that the writers' priorities have changed. I really, honestly feel like the show has lost something since season 1. There's been a massive tonal shift, and I don't like it. The fact that we keep having Event after Event with no reprieve, have sacrificed conversations and interpersonal relationships for Drama, and have started killing and maiming characters with wild abandon, sometimes with seemingly no reason... it's all just a Lot. I have enjoyed watching season 2, but it's not sticking the same way as season 1 did. I'm not letting myself get attached to characters at this point because clearly we're not in a found family show anymore. I don't care about them the same way I did before. I can’t bring myself to do it when it’s becoming clear that we’re not going to slow down and actually process anything anytime soon.
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TK’s POV:
I looked out the window, careful to make sure I am not seen by the intruder. It was none other than my ex, Alex. The last I heard from him was a little over a year ago he refused my proposal. And now he shows up at my boyfriend’s house and has the nerve to yell for me to come out to him.
“TYLER!” Alex’s familiar voice shouts from the other side of the front door. “I know you are in there. I saw you.” I swear under my breath and pull out my phone from my pocket to dial my father. “TK, please,” Alex said as his voice rose in frustration. “I came all the way from New York. The least you can do is open the god damn door.”
I know that if I try to move upstairs he would see my shadow from the door, so I stayed downstairs and went into the kitchen to secure the back door and close the window of it.
“TK,” he starts to band his fist on the door. “TK I don’t have all day. I am prepared to take you back but this offer will only last a few more minutes. Don’t make a mistake and open this damn door. Now!”
“Dad,” I whisper in a panicked voice. “He is here.”
“Who?” My father’s voice suddenly becomes concerned and I hear shuffling on the other side of the phone. “Who is here?”
“Alex,” I whisper as I look over the counter to the door. “He is banging on the door and he won’t leave.”
“Where are you?” His voice becomes stern.
“Carlos’,” I answer before glancing up the stairs. “I think he is going to break down the door so I am going to go upstairs. I know Carlos has a bat up there.”
“I am on my way,” My father assures me.
“Call the police,” I whisper. “I don’t think he will leave without a fight.”
“Okay,” my father agrees.
“I have to hang up. I will be upstairs in Carlos’ room.” I whisper before pulling the phone from my ear and grabbing the largest kitchen knife. I bolt upstairs into the bedroom and lock the door, searching for the bat Carlos keep by the side of his bed.
I sigh when I spot the metal bat leaning against his nightstand. I go into the bathroom to put another door between me and Alex and stand with the bat in my hands for protection.
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Owen’s POV:
I got a phone call from TK and the second I heard his voice I knew something was wrong. He had a day off today because he was a paramedic, so I assumed he got into an accident or something. But a car accident would have been better than this.
Alex, TK’s ex-boyfriend who hurt him both emotionally and physically and got him hooked on substances was in town. And not only that but he was pounding at TK’s door. I stood up from my office chair and grabbed my truck keys before leaving down the steps.
TK hung up, much to my protest, and my heart started to race with worry.
“Cap,” Judd came over with a worried look. “Is everything okay?”
“No,” I shake my head. “Grab everyone and get into the truck right now,” I order as I take the fire truck keys off the hook. “TK’s ex is in town and he is going to break into Carlos’ house to get to him.”
“Alright,” Judd nods and runs off to get the others.
They come rushing out and without question, they climbed into the truck and I started it up. Judd sat upfront with me and I could hear him talk through the headpieces. “What is the plan, Cap?”
“I need one of you to call the police for a domestic abuse call to Carlos’ house.” I don’t even bother to take my eyes off the road as I raced to TK’s aid. “Alex has been known to beat TK and if we don’t get there soon enough I fear this could go bad.”
“Alright,” Judd nods and pulls out his phone.
He calls his wife directly as she is on shift, and he gives her all the information. Judd assures me that Grace is going to send the nearest cops out there as fast as she can. I nod, unable to say anything as I grip the wheel so tightly that my knuckles turn white.
“Cap,” Judd says, making me turn to him. “It will be okay. We will get there and get TK out of there.”
I nod and turn back to the road, taking a deep breath as I try to assure myself that everything will be fine. TK is not the person he was a year ago, and I need to remember that. I need to remind myself that he can take care of himself.
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Carlos’ POV:
I was on patrol with my partner while we waited in the parking lot and watched cars pass. It was an easy patrol day, and besides the few speeders, there wasn’t much going on. I sent TK a text a while back but he hasn’t rescinded yet, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had done something to make him mad.
“All available units,” the dispatcher came onto the radio. “A domestic abuse call at 814 Mayfield Road South East. I repeat all available units for a domestic abuse call.” I recognized Grace’s familiar voice on the radio.
Then it hit me. That was my address.
A domestic abuse call? What was going on? I turn on the car’s engine and announce my intent to go to the call. My partner doesn’t mind and we get onto the road and race to my house. I tap my fingers on the wheel as my nerves were running wild.
“Units, the person in trouble is a firefighter,” Grace announces over the radio. “The 126 is in route and has an ETA of three minutes.”
“Shit,” I swear as I turn on my lights and pass the cars.
“Carlos,” my partner tries to get my attention. “You have to calm down. We don’t know what is happening, so just breathe. I am sure everything will be alright. We were about five minutes away, so the 126 would beat us there, but I still sped to make up some time.
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TK’s POV:
I held the handle of the bat in a tight grip as I glanced over to the kitchen knife I had set down on the counter of the sink. I heard the load-banging noise of the downstairs door breaking off its hinges. I flinch at the loud noise but take a deep breath to try and control my racing thoughts.
“TK!” I heard Alex’s voice from downstairs. “Where are you? I am getting angry.”
I don’t say anything as I hear his footsteps up to the door. I close my eyes for a second and remind myself that I am strong enough to stand up for myself now and don’t have to take a beating from him this time.
I open my eyes to the sound of him banging his fist on the bedroom door. “TK! Seriously? You think a few doors are going to stop me?”
With one loud crack, I hear the door fall onto the carpet. I backed away from the door until I felt my shin touch the rim of the bathtub. The door started to rumble as Alex pounded on it a few times.
With a threatening tone, he said, “TK, come out here. I just want to talk.”
“Alex, just leave. I have already called the police and they will be here any minute. No matter what you won’t win, but if you aren’t around when they arrive, you might have a chance to get on a plane back to New York before they come after you.”
“Nice try TK,” I hear Alex chuckle on the other side of the door. “You and I know, with my law degree, no one is going to be able to lay a hand on me.”
“I am a paramedic of Austen Texas. Here, there are lots of rules about hurting a paramedic.” I try to sound as confident as I could.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says in a calming tone. If I hadn’t have been with him for two years I would have thought he was telling the truth. But I know he is just trying to lewer me out the door so he could get his hands on me.
“Just go away, Alex,” I grip the bat to readjust it to be able to swing.
“NO!” his voice flares with anger on the other side of the door, sending shivers down my spine.
The door rattles a few times before a loud crack spits the door into two, causing it to fall to the ground. When Alex’s eyes find mine I can see the anger steaming off his body. I gulp and raise my bat a little more.
“You think a bat will do anything to me, TK?” He laughs like he was amused.
“Alex, what are you doing here. We broke up. You said ‘no’ and I moved to Texas to get away from you.” My voice wavers but I hold my ground.
“I changed my mind. I have been without you for a whole year, and in the time I have come to realize how boring life is without you in it.” He smiles and steps forward with his arms held out. He was asking for a hug of all things.
“I moved on. I have a boyfriend who I love very much, and who loves me.” I refuse to take one step towards that snake.
“He can’t love you as I can,” he clenches his fists, trying to hold back his anger. “Remember how I took care of you when you had your first overdose? And the few after that? I was there. I stayed with you at the hospital and sat beside the tub at night as you threw up. Has he ever done that?”
“I am sober,” I glare at him. “I have been now for a year.”
“Sober?” He looks stunned and then smiles as if he thought it was some lie. “Sure you have been,” he nods and treats me like a child.
“I have been going to meetings and haven’t drunk a drop of alcohol for one year.” I shift on my feet as I prepared for him to lung at me.
“TK!” I hear my father’s voice coming from downstairs.
I drop my defenses for a second and turn to the door. “Up here, dad!” I yell to get his attention. Just then I felt Alex’s fist collide with my jaw.
“You stupid bitch,” he growled as he climbed on top of me and punched me again. “You just had to call your ‘daddy’ to come and save you.” His face was murderous and I couldn’t protect myself as he beat my face.
“TK!” My father ran into the room and threw Alex off me. Judd ran into the room and grabbed him by the collar and shoved Alex against the wall.
“You son of a bitch!” He jolts Alex off the ground as he cokes him. “How dare you touch my family. I will kill you.” He threatens.
“TK,” my father rushed over to my side.
“I am good dad,” I sit up and hold my head in my hands. “I am good.”
“TK,” my father hugs me. “I was so worried.”
“I am good now,” I pat his back. “I need to stand up,” I tell him as I push him off and stand. He helps me to balance and I hold onto his arm for support. “Judd, don’t hurt him. He is a lawyer and has this way of turning all the blame onto others.”
Judd turns to me and then nods. He wraps Alex’s hands behind his back and turns to me. “You alright, brother?”
“I will be fine,” I nod, trying to give him a smile but I wince at the pain in my jaw.
“He might have a concussion,” my dad says.
“He better not,” Judd gripped Alex’s hands tighter and made him wince. “If he has one, you best bet you will never see the light of day again.”
“You can’t do that,” Alex grinned as blood ran down his mouth. “Your only a firefighter,” he spat at Judd.
“But TK’s boyfriend is a cop,” Judd kicked Alex’s knee out from under him and then dragged him along before he had time to recover.
“I need some air,” I tell my father as I rub my temples.
“Okay,” my dad nods in worry. “Vega is coming with an ambulance and she can take a look at you.” He wraps his arm around my shoulder and starts to guide me down the stairs. “Great, now both of my Captains are going to have to write reports,” I joke.
“Not funny, TK.” My dad narrows his eyes.
“Too soon?” I raise an eye and try and suppress my smile.
“Alright, you have a concussion,” My dad says with confidence. “Only when you are loopy like this does it mean you have a concussion. Let’s get you outside.”
“Okay,” I don’t argue as I let him lead me down the steps of my porch and to sit on the back tailgate of the fire truck as the sirens of the ambulance get louder. “Can you turn that down,” I groan to my dad as the noise is making my ears ring?
“I can’t,” my dad rubs my back. “I am sorry.”
I nod and put my head in my hands to block out the light, which is too bright for me. As a paramedic, I knew that I had one from the moment I sat up, but I was fighting to stay awake long enough for Vega to arrive.
The ambulance pulled up and Nancy and Vega rush out of the truck and over to me with a medical bag. I look up and try to give them a welcoming smile, but I end up only making it worse.
“Sorry you had to come in on your day off,” I apologized to them as they set their things down and started scanning me.
“Don’t be sorry,” Vega bent down in front of me and flashed a light in my eyes. “You have a concussion.” She looks up to my father, “Has he thrown up?”
“Not yet,” I answer before my father. “Though the lights and sounds are killing me.”
“It’s only going to get worse,” Nancy pats my shoulder.
“Why?” I look over at her in confusion.
“We heard over the radio that Carlos and his partner are responding. I can hear their sirens as we speak. I look behind her at the road as a police car was starting to come into focus. I stood up, much to the opposition of the others, and wrapped the blanket around my shoulders tighter as Carlos stopped the car.
The moment he parked it he was out the door and rushing over to me. “Babe,” he cups my face gently and looks me over. “I was so worried.”
“Carlos,” I lean onto him, resting my head on his chest. It isn’t necessarily comfortable because of his vest and gear, but it makes me feel safe to be in his hands. “You are going to have to get new doors.”
“Door?” he pulls back and cups my face to make him look at me. “Doors don’t matter. As long as you are okay.”
“He has a concussion,” my father walks over to us. “He can’t think straight and he has been making jokes or not focusing on the important things.”
“A concussion?” Carlos looks from my dad to me. “Babe,” his eyes were sad.
“I am fine,” I smile. “I am good.” He doesn’t seem to buy it for a second. I sigh and turn back to the house in sudden realization. “Someone should go inside and check on Judd. I am pretty sure he has murdered Alex by now.”
Carlos stiffens and looks back to his partner who nods. I raise an eyebrow in confusion and he turns back to me. “TK, I have to do my job now.” He kisses my cheek and then hands me over to my dad. “I will be out in a few minutes.”
My dad grabs his shoulder, “Carlos, remember not to let your emotions get the best of you. He is a lawyer and if we don’t do this right by the books, he can get out Scott free.”
Carlos nods in understanding before his partner and he goes inside the house. I mossy on back to the ambulance and Vega and Nancy start to clean up my wounds and wrap my head in a bandage.
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Carlos’ POV:
I pull my gun from my holster as I walk ahead of my partner up the stairs. I hear a loud banging noise and I rush the next few steps so I can get to the bedroom faster. I point my gun before realizing what is going on. I lower my gun and nod to Judd.
“It is my civil duty to beat your ass up providing I can prove it was self-defense,” Judd smirks knowingly at the man laying on the ground clutching his groin.
“So that is why you let me go,” he winces, trying to sit up.
“Don’t move,” My partner points her gun at him and his eyes widen in shock when he realizes the police has shown up.
“Stand up,” I order and grab my cuffs.
The stranger winces as he sits up and I drag him to his feet and cuff his hands behind his back. He winces as I tighten them a little too much, and I smirk at Judd who nods in approval. Judd walks over to the door and turns back to me.
“I have to go check on TK,” he says before leaving.
My partner leads us out the door as I hold the perps arms tightly so he can’t get away from me. “You are hurting me. I can get you for inappropriate use of force,” he threatens.
“And I can get you for domestic abuse, property damage, hurting a firefighter, and breaking and entering,” I whisper my threat as I walk us over to the car. I duck his head inside and my partner calls it in. “Also,” I lean into the car. “It was my house, so you broke into a police officer’s home.”
“You’re the boyfriend?” His eyes widen in fear.
“You bet your ass I am,” I said before slamming the door in his face.
I tell my partner to take him back to the station, which she agrees to, as I head back over to the ambulance and the crowd of people surrounding my boyfriend. I got close enough to see him and I put my hand on his should. He turns up to me and I say, “hey.”
“Hey,” he gives me a loopy smile. I chuckle and bed down to kiss him, and when I pull back his eyes light up in joy. “What was that for?”
“That was for being you,” I put my forehead against his. “And a sorry for not getting here sooner.”
“It’s fine,” he puts his hand over mine. “I called my dad first because I knew he would understand me if I just said Alex was in town and hung up. I also knew that you would come and make the arrest no matter what.”
“Oh, you knew that?” I smirk.
“It was hot to see you so angry.” He leans his head on my shoulder and closes my eyes.
“Guys,” Judd says, making me turn to him. “Are you forgetting we are still standing right here?”
Everyone chuckles and relief suddenly fills me now that I know everyone is safe. I turn down to look at TK and his eyes are still closed. I shake him a little but he doesn’t open his eyes. “TK!” I start to get worried.
“Five more minutes,” he mumbles.
“We should get him to the hospital,” Vega says and everyone agrees.
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TK’s POV:
“We should get him to the hospital,” Vega tells the others as I snuggle into Carlos’ arms.
“No,” I groan. “I want to stay here.”
“Babe,” Carlos’ calming word comforts me. “You have to wake up and go get checked out.”
“I want to rest a little while,” I shake my head in protest.
“TK,” my dad’s voice comes closer and I feel his hand on my shoulder. “Please just listen to us.”
“Alright,” I give in and sit up. I open my eyes and squint at the light. I look over to Carlos and snatch his sunglasses off his bulletproof vest. I slide them on and grin up at him. “How do I look?”
“Hot,” Carlos whispers with a smirk. “Now let’s get you up.”
“Can I just be rolled to the ambulance,” I look to my dad? “I don’t want to walk anymore.”
“Are you getting dizzy?” Vega leans forward and looks at my pupils for answers.
“A little,” I shrug, playing off how awful I feel. In reality, I felt like crap and the world was fuzzy around me. I leaned on Carlos for support to even sit up, so I was sure I was not going to be able to stand.
“That means he is,” My dad sits beside me and starts to rub my back as he did when I was a kid and got sick. “Bud,” he says in a comforting voice. “Do I need to get you some water or anything?”
“No,” I shake my head and look over at him.
“I will grab the stretcher and bring it over,” Nancy says before taking off to the ambulance. Probie goes off to help her, and my dad tells the others to take a walk and give me some air. I feel Carlos’ heart beating in my ear and I smile.
“So warm,” I mumble.
“TK,” Carlos tightens his grip on me. “We will get you checked out and then we can stay at your dad’s tonight. How does that sound?”
“I need to pack,” I say, trying to stand up.
“No,” My dad protests as Carlos pins me back to my seat. “I can get you and Carlos some clothes. The two of you just stay out here for a second. Remember to take deep breaths, TK.”
I nod in understanding and he heads back to the house. I lean forward and put my head in my hands as I try not to throw up. Carlos rubs my back without saying anything. I turn back to look at him. “Carlos?”
“Yes, babe?” he sits up, alert.
“I am going to throw up,” I tell him.
He helps me to my feet and holds me so I can throw up in a bush. I clear out my stomach and then wipe off the vomit from my mouth. I nod to Carlos to signal I am done and he helps me back over to the tailgate.
“I am sorry,” I mumble as we settle down.
“For what?” He says as he wipes my mouth with a tissue he pulled out of nowhere.
“I vomited on your lawn.” I groan in embracement as I say it.
“TK,” he grins. “That is the least of my worries right now.”
Nancy and Probie walk over with the stretcher and Carlos helped me onto it. I lay back and put my arms over my eyes, because even with the sunglasses they weren’t enough. Carlos held my hand as I was loaded into the back of the van and he sat beside me as Nancy started to hook up a machine to me.
I take a few of the tabs and start to place them on myself while she did the others. When she notices she laughed and said, “today you are a patient. And patients don’t hook themselves up to a machine.”
“You were too slow,” I smirk.
“I am your paramedic,” she narrows her eyes at me. “You better not make me angry.”
“I have my boyfriend to protect me,” I grin in triumph.
Nancy, Carlos, and I share a laugh as Vega climbs into the front of the ambulance. “Next stop the hospital,” she announces.
“Can we stop for a burger?” I joke.
“Are you even hungry?” Vega asked, but you could hear the smile in her voice.
“Not really,” I make a disgusted face as I even just think about eating anything right now. Nancy and Carlos chuckle and Vega does an ‘uh hu’ from up front. Carlos squeezes my hand and I squeeze his back with a smile.
We arrive shortly after at the nearest hospital and I am taken into a room, then to an MRI machine, and back to the room, where Carlos was waiting for me. I get rolled into place and Carlos comes to my side and sits beside the bed.
My dad comes into the room with the doctor and he looked relieved. The doctor comes over and speaks directly to me. “You have a mild concussion but nothing life-threatening. I say two weeks off work and come and see me for a note to go back to work.”
“Thanks,” I nod in understanding.
“As his Captain, he won’t be going back for three weeks,” My dad tells the doctor.
“You aren’t my captain anymore.” I point out.
“But I am,” Vega walks into the room. “And I agree with your father.” She comes over and takes my hand. “Take some time off work and get a much-needed break.”
“But I enjoy working?” I protest. “What am I supposed to do for three weeks?”
“You can stay home with me,” Carlos said, making me turn to him. “I will apply for some time off. I have enough vacation days saved up to last me a while, and I don’t think my Captain will refuse me on this.”
“But I don’t want you to miss work,” I try to refuse.
“I want to,” he assures me. I nod in understanding and turn back to the doctor. “He will be in for his exam in three weeks.” He says to the doctor with confidence.
My dad gives Carlos a thumbs up in approval and I glare between the two of them. The doctor runs a few more test before releasing me to go home. Carlos and I load into the back of my dad’s truck and he drives us back to his house.
I go immediately upstairs and lay down on my bed and Carlos follows with a glass of water. He hands it to me and insists on a drink and then gets me a trash can in case I get sick. I thank him and slide under the covers.
Carlos goes onto the other side of the bed and I snuggle against him with my head on his chest. “I am sorry about today,” I say quietly after a few minutes of silence.
“Don’t apologize.” He says sternly. “It wasn’t your fault so don’t blame yourself.”
“It was a person from my past. He came into your home and damaged things.” I protest. “And I should have been the one to call you. I should have called you. Instead, you heard over the radio.”
“It’s fine,” he squeezed my shoulders.
“Next time something happens I will call you first,” I say before yawning.
“Hopefully there won’t be a ‘next time’ to worry about,” he says as he rubs my back.
“I love you,” I say as sleep starts to take over.
“I love you too,” was the last thing I heard before I drifted off into a deep sleep.
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Ok so I finally watched the new 9-1-1 and 9-1-1 Lone Star episodes and here is what I think overall for the seasons so far, the characters, and part 2 of the seasons. Badically my opinions no one asked for 😁
9-1-1
- Let's rip the band aid off. I'm sorry but we're never getting Buddie. I'm a huge Buddie shipper myself, but I honestly have reached the point where I just don't see it happening. For one their friendship alone just isn't what it's been the past two seasons. Idk if its just me feeling this, but their scenes together, though sweet, just haven't been what they've been in the past. I mean this last episode is the most connection I feel from their characters than i have this whole season. I'm still not over Eddie's lack of reaction to Buck being trapped when Buck was ready to dig through the earth to find Eddie. Though I think there is still a chance Buck could be BI I just no longer have hope that Buddie is going to be a thing. I mean, they've at least hinted that Buck could ride that way, but Eddie has given zero signs of being into men at all. But honestly if they at least explore a BI Buck then I'll be happy, even if he's not with Eddie. It also doesn't help that there's a HUGE possibility that Oliver and Ryan don't get along anymore. They stopped following each other on social media and they post pictures with all the rest of the cast except each other. Its just looking extremely unlikely.
- I don't think Ana deserves as much hate as she's getting. I wasn't so fond of the Eddie/Ana pairing either, mostly because I was so into Buddie. But Ana does seem genuinely a great person and its a plus that Christopher loves her. I just wish that if they were going to persue this they would have built it up more and showed us more of her character. I mean we know close to nothing about her which is what makes it hard to like her or like her with Eddie.
- I'm glad that even if Buck doesn't end up with Eddie he still is obviously going to be someone very close to Christopher. Their relationship is so absolutely darling and even if its not Buddie, Buck is very obviously like a second dad.
- At first I was not at all happy with them bringing back Taylor. I found her character so freaking annoying in the past. But honestly her character seems to have mellowed out and I actually liked her. But I am PRAYING that if she sticks around its just as a friend and not a girlfriend. Buck and Taylor are just a huge NOPE in my book.
- I need more of Athena, Bobby, and Michael ASAP! I miss seeing them more on my screen!
- I'm super excited for baby Chimney/Maddie. And I'm so happy Chimney felt safe enough in his relationship to express his feelings about an at home birth. Their relationship is so sweet and healthy and it makes my heart so warm
- I swear on everything I love if they take that little baby away from Hen and Karen I will RIOT! I also hope to see more of Hen's mom and can't wait to see her pass her exam.
- Albert was wrong for dating Buck's bad date, but he's a good guy and overall a good friend. Buck needs more friends outside of Eddie. I hope they give him more of a storyline in part 2.
- Overall loved the first half of 9-1-1 season 4. I hope they do another crossover in part 2 so that Buck can meet Carlos.
9-1-1 Lone Star
- Yes I have hated the baby trope this first half, yes Gwyn has been annoying af and I'm ready for her to go, and YES Owen has been annoying this season too. But I still love Owen and no I don't believe he's a bad person or a bad father. I hope they do right by his character in the second part and bring the old Owen back now that his life is going to go back to what it was. But I also know this is going to leave room for another romantic interest which you just know they're going to bring in. Maybe they'll bring Michelle back 🤷🏽♀️
- The amount of screen time Carlos got is *chefs kiss*. I'm so glad we got to see more into his family dynamic. And how great he is as a cop?! Like make that man a detective already! Also Rafael's acting is superb. He has the most expressive eyes I've ever seen! His face with Owen compliments him on his caring heart and how that makes him a great cop? He BEAMED and it was like no one had ever told him that before. I wanted to hug him so badly.
- I'm so happy they're showing a healthy gay relationship. Sure they've had their ups and downs, but they show TK and Carlos working it out perfectly with good communication which is what we need to see represented more with LGBTQ+ couples on TV. I have no doubt they'll last because they're literally the reason most people tune in and the showrunners know that. And that reuniting hug? Ronen and Raf's real life friendship makes their on screen relationship feel so real and I hope that never changes.
- I need more Mateo. The only thing we know is that he's dyslexic and has a cousin in LA. He's such a great character I wish they'd give him more screen time.
- I know that most y'all see them as just a brother/sister pair, but I love the idea of Mateo/Marjan as a couple. I feel like she could help him grow up a little while he could help her have more fun. But either way I love their relationship and want to see more.
-PLEASE give Paul a GREAT love interest. Someone who loves and accepts him for everything he is. He deserves so much love.
- Tommy Vega is THAT BITCH! She deadass basically said "shoot me. You won't". LOVE seeing a strong black woman on the screen. And I hope they give more screen time to Nancy. I feel like she could be a really interesting character.
- Am I the only one that kind of wants to see them bring back Billy Tyson? I know thats so random, but I think he needs redemption. Idk 🤷🏽♀️
- Last but not least......thank GOD I read spoilers before watching the episode because if I hadn't prepared myself and they ended the show with that bridge scene......all I gotta say is JUDD AND GRACE BETTER BE FUCKING OK! OR I'M FIGHTING EVERY DAMN BODY! But honestly I think they will be. These two make the show, for one. Judd is deadass the glue that holds that firehouse together and is overall a great character. No way they're killing him off. And Grace is a fucking saint and also a great character. And she's one of the only two black women on the show. Showrunners, y'all really wanna try that? They're such a great, healthy relationship who are literally so unstoppable together. I think they'll have some trauma but survive. And possibly a Ryder baby? Yes please, and please let it be a baby boy. Judd needs a little mixed cowboy 🤠
- Overall the season has been good, but too Owen/Gwyn central. Hoping the next part has more spotlight on the others. Maybe some "Character Begins" episodes? I think a "Judd Begins" Episode would be perfect to start off with to tie into the whole "omg is he alive" aspect we're bound to get.
#9 1 1 fox#9 1 1 lone star#911#buddie#buck and eddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#tk strand#tk x carlos#carlos reyes#owen strand#judd ryder#grace ryder#tommy vega#hen wilson#chimney han#maddie buckley#bobby nash#athena grant#angela bassett#oliver stark#ronen rubinstein#rafael silva#jim parrack#sierra mcclain
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