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paperstorm · 5 months

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I was tagged by @thisbuildinghasfeelings @carlos-in-glasses @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet and @lemonlyman-dotcom thanks buds you are in the queue!

I need to stop with Hallmark fic teases or you're gonna have the whole fic before I even post it but I can't get enough lately of writing it.

“You know, I’ve spent two years listening to Andrea talk about her son,” Owen begins. He rearranges slightly on the couch, reclining further against the pillows and accepting the drink TK hands him.

TK sits in the chair across from him, tucking his legs up underneath him and leaning on the arm.

Owen takes a sip and then sets the fizzing glass down on the coffee table. He looks at TK with a weary smile on his face and says, “I’ve only met him a few times. He was polite, a little shy, seemed nice enough. Insisted on calling me Captain Strand.”

“Is that what that was, back at the hospital?”

“Mhm,” Owen hums. “But the thing is, all good mothers rave about their children.”

“I guess so,” TK agrees, unsure where his dad is going with this.

“Yours did,” Owen tells him, his smile briefly widening. “We had friends in New York who were so sick of it. Gwyn would go on and on, showing pictures, bragging about a goal you’d scored on your peewee hockey team or an A you’d gotten on a spelling test, as if it was as big an accomplishment as being the first man on the moon.”

TK smiles and looks down at his own knees. The thought puts a tug of sadness in his chest, but it’s a warm sort of sadness. The kind that’s tinged as much with melancholy as it is with cozy nostalgia.

“So I figured,” Owen continues, “that Andrea was just being a good mother. That her infamous Carlitos was just as good as any other kid, but not some kind of superhero.”

TK looks back at his dad.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you smile the way you just did, when he kissed your cheek.” Owen’s eyes are a little bit liquid. “I think maybe I was wrong. Maybe he is a superhero.”

Caught off guard by the way his skin prickles, TK clenches his jaw and re-averts his gaze. As a deflection, he crudely says, “Maybe the dick is just really good, have you ever thought of that?”

Owen laughs in surprise, and laughing makes him cough. He thumps twice on his own chest, and in a voice that catches on a word or two, says, “I’m so happy for you.”

TK huffs and doesn’t answer.

“He means something to you.”

“Dad.”

“Come on, don’t deny it. A stranger could see it from a mile away.”

TK leans his head down, propping his temple up on a closed fist. “I barely know him.”

“Sometimes the heart gets there first, and the brain needs some time to catch up. And the details are just … details.”

Sighing, TK points out, “Except one of the just details is that he lives here and I live in New York. That’s a little bit more complicated than – he likes Star Trek and I like Star Wars and we’ll learn to compromise.”

Owen laughs softly. “Come on.”

“No, you come on.” TK shares his laugh, but the point he’s making still feels important. “We’re having a good time. It doesn’t need to be more than that.”

“If you say so.” Owen shifts again, letting his head turn to one side and closing his eyes.

“What?” TK pushes.

“Nothing.”

TK rolls his eyes. “Would you just say it?”

Owen squints one eye open and looks at him. “I just know you, kiddo. That’s all.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I know you’ve had a rough time. And I know you keep yourself pretty locked up because of it. But it seems like maybe you let this guy in, even if you didn’t intend to. And maybe that means more than you wanna admit.”

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liminalmemories21 · 4 months

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Hi Lim!

A writing prompt: “You go first.”

He's walked in on any number of scenes at the firehouse in the last three year, from prank wars, to foosball competitions, to sweaty one upmanship in the gym. Sometimes they're even working, although not usually between the hours of 12-1pm unless the trucks are out on a call.

When he walks in today the entirety of the 126 is standing around the kitchen table staring at something.

"It was for you, Cap," Marjan says, and there's more than a hint of aggressive innocence in her voice. "You should take the first bite."

Owen makes a dubious noise. "It was for the firehouse, as Captain I should really eat last."

Carlos raises his eyebrows, and wonders what can possibly be on the table.

"So, reverse seniority?" Paul asks. "Mateo should go first."

He's familiar with the particular silence of Mateo trying to find a polite way to say hell no to food. Granted he's more familiar with it when Mateo is presented with something Owen has made that he claims is a healthier version of something that usually tastes good, but Owen doesn't seem eager to eat whatever it is either.

He finds TK on the other side of the table, eyeing whatever it is with the expression Carlos usually reserves for the live crickets they give Lou II as a treat. He tries to peer at the table, but Judd is a solid wall in front of him, and he gives up and clears his throat.

"Hi guys."

They all turn and look at him with eerily identical expressions. "Carlos should go first, he's a guest," Nancy says triumphantly.

TK opens his mouth, hopefully to defend him from whatever the hell it is that's on the table, and then shuts it abruptly on a squawk when Tommy clearly steps on his foot, and really he wouldn't have suspected that of Tommy.

"What should I try?" he asks, and hopes he doesn't sound quite as filled with trepidation as he is.

"Kendra brought Cap a present," Judd offers, and Carlos narrows his eyes, because there's definite amusement in Judd's voice.

"Kendra very kindly brought a present for the station," Owen corrects. "She was in Italy on business recently and brought us back some cheese."

"Okay," he says slowly, because there has to be more to this story than a wedge of Parmesan. "What kind of cheese?"

Tommy flips open a card and reads, "Casu Marzu is a traditional sheep's milk cheese from Sardinian. Once considered a rare delicacy it has now been classified as a traditional food and is being introduced in the finest restaurants."

The name rings a very faint bell in his head and he steps up to the table with more curiosity. TK elbows his boss. "Read the rest of the card."

Tommy eyes the cheese and grimaces. "The ancient traditional cheese making process is further enhanced by the larva of cheese flies hatching inside the ripening cheese and adding to the fermentation process." She pauses. "The larva may be removed before consuming, but many people consider them to add a subtle nuance to the flavor and be an integral part of the experience."

He takes a hasty step back, hands behind his back. Judd snorts, but Carlos notices that he's a safe foot away from the table. "And you're actually planning on eating it?" he says faintly.

"You're a foodie," Paul says mildly.

He glares at him. "So are you."

Paul shakes his head emphatically. "That shit's moving. I gotta draw the line somewhere."

He shudders and swallows hard. TK comes around the edge of the table and takes his hand. "Don't worry baby, I won't let them make you eat Dad's weird cheese."

"Dirty," Nancy mutters, and TK scowls at her.

There's a noise behind them and Buttercup wanders in, visibly torn between demanding affection from all of her favorite people and the food on the table. Carlos eyes her and then the cheese and then her again. "What if," he says slowly, "what if you said you were about to try the cheese and then a call came in and Buttercup ate it while y'all were out."

"We are not feeding that cheese to Buttercup," TK objects, horrified.

He shakes his head. "No, we put the cheese in the dumpster," or the incinerator he thinks privately. "You just tell Kendra that Buttercup ate it."

Paul leans around Marjan to high five him. "I take back what I said about the pudding cup. You, sir, are a criminal mastermind."

#tarlos #911 lonestar #writing prompt

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lemonlyman-dotcom · 3 months

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Year in Review: Favorite Lines

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RULES: Share your top three/top five/however many favorite snippet(s)/line/quotes/paragraphs from your published fics (or wips, I don’t care!) and don’t forget to share the link of course!

Make Me Laugh 'till I Die, I Stand Beside You With Pride

“Some of the crew in our firehouse in New York, they thought it was weird,” TK continues, fingers pulling at the hems of his sleep shorts. The stripey ones that Carlos teases him for, says they make him look like Mr. Bean. “They thought it was nepotism. They'd never say it to my face, but I heard the rumblings in the locker room. They thought I couldn't cut it in a firehouse on my own. That I needed my dad as my captain, to pick up my slack. It’s why I got dual certified. I guess I felt like I needed to have two certifications to prove that I deserved my job. Even Judd said I was ‘just the coach’s kid’ when I got here. That I got special treatment.”

“And you proved him wrong,” Carlos replies, a spark of anger burning low in his belly, fighting with the swell of pride in his chest.

“That's true.”

“I hope,” Carlos pauses, caught by his own emotion. “Baby, I hope I've never made you feel that way.”

“No, Carlos, you haven’t.” TK says. “Of course you haven’t.”

Carlos studies TK for a moment, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitancy. Finding none, he contemplates what TK has shared with him, the heaviness of being shamed for something so precious as his relationship with a parent.

“I don’t think your relationship with your dad is weird,” Carlos eventually says. “I think it’s really special. And I know how hard you worked for it, baby. That it didn’t come easy. I’m proud of you.”

TK looks up at that, “you are?”

“Yeah,” Carlos says almost shyly. He reaches out to brush his thumb against TK’s 252 medallion, takes it in hand and holds it reverently for a moment. Quietly, he says, “honestly, sometimes I’m a little jealous.”

“Baby.”

“No, it’s okay,” Carlos continues. “I just see how you are with your dad, how easy it is between you two and then I look at my relationship with my dad and I wish it was that easy for us.”

Carlos takes a deep breath and TK reaches out, shuffling a little closer while he pulls Carlos in with a hand behind his neck and briefly rests their foreheads together.

“I know how hard you fought for your relationship with your dad, TK,” Carlos says as they pull apart again, his hand regaining its position on TK’s knee. “I know how much it means to you. Trust me, it’s important to me too. I love you and I love your dad. I especially love the way he loves you. I don't want you to feel like he’s ever not welcome here.”

“I want you to have that too,” TK has tears in his eyes now. “A special relationship with your dad.”

“We’ll get there,” Carlos says. “It’s gotten a lot better the last few years.” He reaches over and wipes a tear from TK’s cheek. “You’ve helped, you know?”

“No, Carlos,” TK’s voice lightly cracks on the first word.

“Yeah, you have,” Carlos smiles. “This beautiful, brilliant boy came into my life and opened up my heart. Inspired me, gave me courage to introduce him to my parents. To share with them this part of me that I'd kept hidden for so long. It’s given me a deeper connection with both of them, before it was …so superficial.”

getting past the wounds of love

The house’s sprawling lawn is covered with stuff, organized into categories like books, music, clothes and furniture. Four tables full of vinyl records on the edge of the lawn had caught Paul and TK’s eyes. The pair recently discovered a shared love of vinyl while splitting a late-night Kit-Kat bar that TK had smuggled past his dad into the firehouse kitchen.

TK mentioned that Owen refused to let him display his modest record collection because it would clash with the minimalist aesthetic of his house. Instead his stereo system and records are stored in his room. Owen had offered to allow the turntable and speakers to be set up in the den, on the condition that TK add a selection of his favorites, like Tom Petty and Toto, to his collection. TK, knowing he would end up in yacht rock hell if he agreed to his dad’s terms, had firmly refused.

Paul recalled how he’d inherited his grandparents’ record collection when he was a kid – mostly jazz, blues and classic Afrobeats – and later his dad’s records too. He’s been adding to it since he was old enough to have his own money. It now contains a healthy selection of funk, disco, old school hip hop and early jazz.

TK hasn’t bought any new records since leaving New York, and hasn’t been actively crate digging since before he started seeing his ex, Alex. But he’s gone record shopping with Paul a few times since that night at the firehouse, he’s started googling record shops in the Austin area and they’ve made a list of stores they want to visit. It’s a part of himself that he’d buried in his relationship, in his attempts to be the perfect modern metropolitan boyfriend for Alex. Alex who thought vinyl was for hipsters, and anything outside of the top 40 charts was eccentric. Who told TK not to play any of that “weird shit” when his friends were over. And it feels nice to reclaim it, to discover this passion again in a music mecca like Austin with his new friends. With Paul, who understands more than anyone what it’s like to not quite fit into the spaces you think you should.

-and-

“I’ve never seen anybody inhale a lasagna like that,” he says with a glint in his eyes, head ducked just a bit to make eye contact.

TK feels a little bit embarrassed, feels his face go red.

“Hey, I think it’s cute,” Carlos says as he reaches a hand up and squeezes TK’s side. “I’ll keep it in mind, see if Paul will give me his recipe.”

TK ducks his head and laughs a little. He’s not sure how he feels about that. About Carlos making notes, making him special recipes. He feels Carlos’s hand under his chin, gently tilting his head back up.

“You okay?” he asks, soulful eyes penetrating him like they can read his mind. Instead of answering he moves a hand up behind Carlos’s neck, pulling him forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. It’s a sweet kiss, but a short one.

“Hmm,” Carlos says as TK pulls back, voice deep and a soft smile playing at his lips. “What was that for?”

“Maybe I think you’re nice,” TK says. “Maybe I wanted to see if you taste like lasagna.”

This earns him a loud laugh from Carlos, who gives his side one more squeeze before guiding him into the car. When Carlos gets into the driver's seat he puts the keys in the ignition before turning to TK with a serious look, “Where am I taking you?”

“What do you mean,” TK feigns innocence.

“Am I taking you home, or,” his eyes trail down TK’s body and back up, “are you coming home with me?”

“Officer Reyes, what kind of boy do you think I am?”

“I know exactly what kind of boy you are, Firefighter Strand,” Carlos says. “You’re sweet—”

“Sometimes I’m sour.”

“Mm, sometimes,” Carlos nods in concession. “But mostly I think you’re sweet. And you’re brave. And cocky. And very good with that smart mouth.”

“Just my mouth?”

“Come home with me and we’ll find out.”

Sunshine On My Body, Rainbows Bloomin' In My Skies

“Sick,” Mateo said, sawing the knife back and forth, he was finally making some leeway with the packing tape. “I’ve never been hiking, maybe we can come sometime.”

“Babe,” Nancy said forcefully, slamming her drink onto the counter with a slosh. Maybe she was feeling extra sensitive today too. The unicorn horn tilted precariously, the cotton candy mountain wobbled, sending dislodged rainbow sprinkles cascading onto the counter and floor. Momentarily Carlos wondered, are sprinkles like glitter? Had Owen just been sentenced to a lifetime of finding shiny sprinkles around his kitchen; one at a time they’d appear, glimmering from the grout behind the sink, hiding behind the spoons in the utensil drawer, years later still worn into the grooves of the kitchen floor tiles.

“You want to climb a mountain,” she was asking a stunned looking Mateo. Her now-empty hands outstretched and gesturing enthusiastically. “I can't even get you to go to barre class with me.”

“Because that’s for chicks!”

TK immediately cut a look to Carlos that screamed danger.

Why Do You Think I Ran

“I wasted so much time,” TK says, and now Carlos understands where this is coming from. Up until about four hours ago, TK was living on a countdown. A death sentence hanging over his head — over their heads. Apparently he’s not done spiraling about the finiteness of life, the time he feels he’s wasted. He curls in a little closer, propping his chin on Carlos’s bare chest, and looking up at him with shiny sea glass eyes he says, “I was scared because I’d just had my heart broken, and I told myself I’d never put myself in that position again. Never let somebody get close enough to hurt me that badly. And then there you were, with your big generous heart, and your sweet soulful eyes, and those hips…” He wrinkles his nose, “and your fish.”

“Oh my god, I’ve never tried to make you fish again, have I?”

Carlos has cataloged all of TK’s laughs; his delighted giggle, the small under-his-breath snort when he’s laughing at his own joke, the soft little gasping chuckle that only comes out during sex. The laugh TK lets out right now is Carlos’s favorite, the one where he scrunches his eyes and shows his teeth. The one he reserves just for Carlos.

He bites his lip and ducks his head, placing a soft kiss just over Carlos’s heart before looking up and soberly saying, “I was scared because I was falling in love with you and I knew I would blow it up.”

The Greatest Gift I’ve Found, The Sweetest Thing I’ve Known

“You know, there’s a lot of things to adore about TK. But do you know the thing we love the most about him?” He makes a questioning noise. She points a finger into the dimple in his cheek. “This.”

He furrows his brow in question.

“Oh, I’ve known you for thirty years, niñito.” He bites back his quip about how he’s not 30 yet, wanting to know where she’s going with this. “But I’ve never seen that smile, not until about four years ago.”

“When I met TK.”

“When you met TK.” She nods. “We all knew something was different. Even if it took you a while to work up the courage to bring him around. You seemed so light, so happy. We knew something had happened.”

He looks over to where TK is chatting away with his abuelita, smiles fondly as he watches her laugh at something TK’s said. She grips his forearm to keep herself upright and TK easily places a hand over hers.

“He’s a special person,” Carlos says.

“He is, but honey. So are you,” Lucy grips his bicep softly. “We love you, Carlitos, and I’m sorry that we ever made you feel like you had to hide any of your specialness from us.”

“Thank you, Tía,” he says around the lump that’s formed in his throat. She cups his cheek and nods at him with shiny eyes. “And thank you for loving him.”

“He makes it easy,” she pats his cheek. “Just in the way he loves you.”

Como Te Quiero Yo (how I love you)

When he collapses gently on top of him, TK lets out a slightly unhinged laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“We were supposed to go to the pool,” he laughs, the sound is glittery and sweet and Carlos loves him even more.

“Fuck the pool,” Carlos says as he rolls off of TK and pulls him into his side. “I never wanna leave this room.”

“You want a sex marathon?” TK’s eyes shine silver in the natural light of the room. “Hmm, and all I had to do was wear those silly shorts.”

“It wasn’t the shorts.” Carlos says flatly, sitting up and moving off the bed.

“You should try them on, babe, I bet they’d look really hot on you.”

“You think I look hot in anything,” Carlos chides. He picks the shorts up from the floor, scrutinizing them like they’re some sort of evidence at a crime scene. “They’re very small.”

“Yeah they are,” TK snorts. “Like I said. Hot.”

The shorts make it halfway up Carlos’s thighs before he hears it. A loud rip. “Oooooh, shit.”

“Did you?” TK laughs and sits up as Carlos scrambles to push the shorts back down. “Oh my god, babe.”

“I’m so sorry,” Carlos cries, pulling them off and examining the ripped seam. “I knew I shouldn’t have put them on. Damn. They wouldn’t even fit over my thighs.”

“Oh, baby,” TK says through a fit of giggles. Carlos looks genuinely distressed. “Never apologize for those thighs and that ass.”

I have no idea who’s already done this also I’m super late but tagging @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @your-catfish-friend @sznofthesticks @paperstorm @reyesstrand @thisbuildinghasfeelings @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @lightningboltreader @chicgeekgirl89 @tinyluminaryzombie @redshirt2 @noxsoulmate @detective-giggles @fallout-mars @freneticfloetry @orchidscript @my-little-tilly @heartstringsduet @basilsunrise @theghostofashton @apothecarose @never-blooms @ambiguouspenny and open tag for anyone else who might wanna go!!

#this was lost in my drafts #some of my favorite lines I wrote in 2023!#tarlos fic #tarlos fanfic #911 lone star fic #lemon fic

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iinryer · 1 month

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If you could come up with the storylines for each Lone Star character (not Owen) for the next season, what would they be?

OH THIS IS A GOOD ONE… (not owen) made me laugh thank you. this didn’t end up being Quite what you asked but here are my hopes for s5!:

marjan is easy: comphet realization to lesbian arc. I don’t even need them to give her a gf i just want them to Address The Closeted Lesbianism they’ve been handing me over the past four seasons. i want salim to come back (in person or in conversation) for the rule of threes and have it force her to reckon with a lot of assumptions she had about herself. im on my hands and knees about it. I’ve been rewatching with a friend recently and i fucking forgot that they have her say a line about how her favorite place to hide as a kid was the closet. remember those new bts photos where she’s basically wearing the lesbian flag as a headscarf. lone star writers room i am IN YOUR WALLS. also i want to meet her sister. i need someone to call her mouse

nancy my beloved… honestly i just really want a nancy begins episode!! i want to know why she became a paramedic, i want to know about her relationship with her sister and if there’s any particular reason it was a soft spot for her during the DNR episode… I don’t have any particular ideas for specific i just want to know more about her!!! actually I’d love her to have to confront Tim’s death a little more directly. they made that whole thing about Owen which is fucking crazy to me, I’d love for the next time TK gets hurt (lol) for it to be something that dredges that up for her.

grace… miss grace i want to see you angry again. no plot line in mind i just like it when she’s pretending she doesn’t get angry or stubborn, she is such a fascinating character study. i love when she’s a contradiction. she and carlos teaming up was one of my favorite things abt s3, i would be so jazzed to see more things of that flavor.

tommy. hm… I don’t think I have any particular storylines for her in mind but I want more of her and grace and judd together because they are so delightful and lovely and best friends. OH ACTUALLY. I want something with tommy and charlie. this baby that was named in honor of the late love of her life. o don’t know what that story would be but there’s something there for sure…

carlos is the same as nancy tbh, I want a real full carlos begins! I want to meet his sisters! I want to see more of the mess that was growing up gay and feeling out of place and trying to be what your dad would want even though he thinks you’re too soft for it. why did he do it anyways! I also would love to see him and his mom being more involved, partially because obviously they had a horrible loss and trauma and she saw it happen but also because I love andrea:) she’s everything 2 me

judd I have been waiting for them to make you captain since SEASON THREE!! i want owen to retire and i want them to expand on the tension we got for the period he was captain!! i want to see how the dynamic changes and how his past issues come up when he’s in charge For Good. i want to see him get emotional about it and i want him to be captain while wyatt is his probie if they put him back on the firefighter track after his recovery :) bc that would be fun conflict and i think everything they did with owen (traumatically lost whole crew, son on your team) would be 100x better with judd

mateo is also a difficult one for specifics. I feel like they’re relatively fair with him? even with the low screentime all the secondary characters are relegated to. I’d be interested in seeing more fallout about his cousin, and I LOVED what they did with him and captain tatum so anything of that flavor of earnestness from him is always so good. maybe he and tatum will be buddies off the clock :)

tk getting hurt in increasingly absurd ways is always a classic that I look forward to them playing into lol

misc: i want to see more big brother wyatt with charlie getting a little older, i want less owen solo-plotlines, more ghost/memory gwyn i love her, carlos with his curls, the vega twins being involved in something maybe? that would be fun and stressful gjfhdhf

EDIT: OH MY GOD I FORGOT PAUL. I ABANDONED MY BOY. ok paul deserves literally any kind of robust plotline. Paul begins for starters, but also so much of his trans plotlines feel a little fumbled. I want a really earnest well done episode that isn’t necessarily About him being trans, but his transness is a factor and it’s handled in a really genuinely good and relatable way. they OWE HIM AND US THAT!! i also would love to see more of the gay kids being in gay spaces :)

[housesitting & snowed in send enrichment to my enclosure]

#iinryer talk #mailbox #sorry for no tk i love the character but im still trying to reconcile his actor’s stance these past few months lol

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heartstringsduet · 27 days

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Your dads the best... no wait <- please tell me more 💜

Haha I love how this one drew the most attention of the bad summarized fics. @liminalmemories21 @welcometololaland tagging you too because you asked about this one. So basically I like to call it 'daddy issue' story. Sorry it's not a kid fic but just more angst from your resident trauma writer🫡It's supposed to be a mirror fic of Carlos and TK figuring out their feelings about the father of their partner. I got the idea because I have a lot of friends whose parents have some takes or behaviours that I don't like for my friends even if they are fine with it. The kind of conversations where you have to bite your tongue because you don't want to upset the person you love by pointing out that something was shitty actually. I thought it was an interesting idea because Carlos has so much reverence for Owen and I loooove their interactions, but I also think that there are things he wished were different for TK the more he knows. The flipside of TK and Gabriel's relationship would probably be very opposite. I think he would strt out being mistrusting of Gabriel and warming up to him more and more while still wishing more for Carlos some days. I actually have around 5k of Carlos' side and I think it's one of my better writings and I still have so muuuuch else to work on to give this more attention! But I plan to finish it <3 Thanks for your interest in my fics peeps 🥹🥹🥹💞 here is a short snippet:

TK doesn’t need to be sick. When Carlos comes to pick his boyfriend (his boyfriend, his boyfriend, he’ll never tire of the loop pedal installed in his mind for this word) he often catches the long hug TK’s father gives him. When bandages get exchanged for gauze pads, he’s at dinner with them, meeting TK’s mother, and still, Carlos watches his father pat his head so casually as he passes him by. When the wound stays uncovered, bright red, Captain Strand will squeeze TK’s unhurt shoulder in the 126 kitchen. This, Carlos realizes as TK is recovered like nothing happened, is how the Strands are. A mother that talks about the time TK had an STD with a giggle, and a father who starts patting Carlos’ shoulder too, just because he belongs with a son he never hesitates touching. Carlos hasn’t cried in a while. Not since TK was on the brink of dying and killing a part of Carlos with it. But like then, the lid comes loose because of Captain Strand (Owen).

#fic: fathers #summarize your wips badly

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anewkindofme · 6 months

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What Do you think about little TK and Cg! Owen

I think I love everything about it!

Owen is such a great dad and is supportive of TK. He was able to pull him back from the edge. Plus, I think Owen has some guilt from not always being around after the divorce. He would support TK regressing and want to take care of him as much as possible.

I see TK not wanting to tell him as he thinks he’s too old to need his dad. Especially as he thinks Owen wanted another baby when they thought Gwen’s was his. But Owen assures him that TK is who made him a dad and he’ll always want to take care of him.

He remembers all of the games that TK loved to play as a kid and takes him to the park. Owen saved TK’s childhood stuffed animal that he thought was given away a long time ago.

Owen is definitely the type to want him to eat healthy often and finds ways to sneak fruits and veggies into everything. But of course he makes TK’s peanut butter banana smoothies. Owen also uses TK’s little times to sneak in lots of lotion and bubble baths to keep his skin smooth.

TK definitely becomes one of the firehouse’s babies. Owen brings him to work sometimes and he’s spoiled by everyone. Judd gives him cookies and all the treats. He plays with Mateo. At first, TK is self conscious about being little in his place of work, but as he’s not the only one, he gets comfortable. One of his favorite things to do is sit at his daddy’s desk and pretend to be captain.

Owen finally gets him the puppy he always wanted. TK brings him to the firehouse to play with Buttercup.

I see TK dropping between 3-5 years old. He’s a very active little. Owen jokes that he keeps him young.

Also, the first time Little TK calls him “daddy”, Owen tears up because he hasn’t heard that since he was 8.

#age regression #sfw agere #little tk strand #caregiver owen strand #sfw littlespace #sfw caregiver #911 lone star #anon asks #asked and answered

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parameddic · 3 months

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"So, Captain Strand..." BJ began slowly, drumming his fingers around his mug. His attention drags a little after the rest of the 126 as they disperse from the firehouse kitchen. The big bald guy, Paul, had been sweet enough to make him a coffee when serving everyone else. "He seems nice."

Nice is not quite the word BJ would use, but he's talking to TK, not Mel back at the club. Were he talking to her, he might have used something closer to... Self-assured. Too friendly. The sort of guy who assumes you'll give him a free lap dance just because he's a little charming and bought you a drink.

...Alright. Maybe that was too mean for a man he just met. Especially one who, somehow, fathered the much sweeter, much more aware TK.

"You didn't tell me your dad was also your captain."

"Captain Strand?" Not his Cap anymore, but in the firehouse Captain Strand was often 'Captain Strand' more than he was 'Dad'. BJ's assessment of him got a grin out of TK, head dropping almost as a nod and almost bashful on his Dad's behalf, "Yeah, he's pretty great." BJ had good taste, huh? First choosing an excellent roommate, and now thinking highly of TK's father. He was pretty sweet, actually.

TK thought privately, for a beat, that BJ was in fact often pretty sweet.

BJ asked him about Owen being his father, and TK --

Dropped his mug back to the table with a light thud, sitting a little straighter in his seat. Didn't he? (Mouth open, staring. Ohmygod.) He totally -- definitely, at least once, he'd -- (he revisited the skydiving, wildly aware that in fact he'd never mentioned once that the man who had cancelled was also captain of the firefighting team at the 126.)

"I really didn't," he said, more astonished than grinning (promise), arms crossed in front of him. He could have sworn that he had, like, it wasn't an intentional surprise, but. He drew back, still a little surprised at himself for this, "I mean he's - he's firefighting captain, my cap's Captain Vega," like maybe there was that to be said about it, "But I - yeah, I moved down here with him. I thought you knew." Dad was so well-known it was, like, kinda weird to think he had no idea. Yknow?

#ic #ofyorkshire #hmmmmms at this but im not going to write something else so i will post it. here he is #love u

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marjansmarwani · 11 months

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with every single hour the world feels less like yesterday

3.7k || ao3

Two sons, two fathers, two phone calls. Life really is a fragile thing.

Shockingly, I finished something! Many, many thanks to @justaswampdemon and @moviegeek03 for listening to me whine and rant about this but not letting me abandon it. I could go on for quite a while about the process of writing this and how we got where we are, but let’s just cut to the chase. This fic is pretty much entirely just feelings. Enjoy!

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TK had never felt so powerless.

He had dedicated his life to being the person who saved people and did his best to make sure that somebody’s bad day didn’t become their last. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to having the people he cared about in danger — he had faced that more times than he had ever wanted to — but even then there was always something to do. He had been able to go door to door while Carlos was missing, he had spent the eternity immediately after the building collapse clawing at the rubble until his fingertips bled. Even when Marjan had gone missing a hundred miles away he had been able to call hospitals, just to make sure.

But this time was different.

This time he was sitting on his couch, surrounded by his friends, powerless to do anything but listen. His father’s last words to him echoing in his head: then tell them to get ready for two victims.

He shouldn’t be surprised, and maybe he wasn’t. It was hard to parse apart all the feelings and thoughts racing through his mind. But surprise shouldn’t be one of them; this was his dad they were talking about. Owen Strand, legendary FDNY Fire Captain. The man had spent his life putting other people’s safety before his own, those words should not have come as a shock.

TK could only hope they wouldn’t be his last.

[continue reading on ao3]

#911 lone star #911ls fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #gabriel reyes #owen strand #this fic is mostly feelings.#welcometololaland #reyesstrand #jazzyjess #usernicolo #tuserpaige #userbones #usersonia #and a lot of other people #it’s been so long I can’t remember who I used to tag

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trkstrnd · 11 months

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Neurodivergent 126 anon here. I'd love to hear your thoughts on tarlos and Mateo!

hi anon i cannot believe i didn’t see this sooner but i would love to give you in depth examples of my opinions!!!

disclaimer: i am not a medical or psychiatric professional. do not use my posts or statements as means of diagnosis or medical advice. i am simply a person who struggles with mental illness/neurodivergence and am headcanoning characters that make me happy/that i relate to!!

that being said!! yes!!

mateo:

i firmly believe that mateo is autistic just based off of his social awareness. i know he’s canonically dyslexic, which, according to a quick google search, is strongly associated with autism. also, canonically, he’s an outcast, people look down on him, think he’s stupid, or slow, when really, he looks at things incredibly literally. i think we really see this in 1.07, with his struggles with his exam, finding a safe person inside a safe space and heavily relying on that routine of answering questions with marjan, then being thrown into a completely different situation that he was expecting just to panic. plus, when he got in there, the captain asked him if he needed anything to drink and mateo answered honestly, which got the sentiment of, “it’s sarcasm, einstein.” which is such mateo wasn’t even wrong to assume. in situations like this, before, he’s had people who cared, and he is trying his hardest to relate back to the past experiences he’s had, since most of the time he’s flying blind socially.

plus, mateo is really bad with the non-verbal communication as well. the main time i think about this is the last scene with the 126 in 3.18. when the boys were going to announce that they were engaged, but everyone figured it out before hand, EXCEPT MATEO, because to him, there’s nothing different. it’s just a 126 hang where people want to talk beforehand. he constantly has to be clued in.

plus, he was raised a loner, easily influenced by the actions of others. he feels incredibly strongly but doesn’t know how to express it and reach out. all of this was with marvin. messy room, bad actions, not being able to handle grief, being a “problem child.” they’re all autistic traits.

mateo, to me, is almost textbook autistic, but lmk what y’all think!!

tk:

truthfully, i haven’t done as much research on adhd as i have with asd, but from what i’ve read, it fits for tk very well. i honestly think part of it is why he gets along with carlos so much. tk is very all over the place, except for when he’s working or passionate about something. he’s able to fixate on one thing, and let all the others go for those moments (work, foosball, lou). he also tends to let things in his personal life show much more. he wears his heart on his sleeve. when he was upset owen was depressed, his mom’s passing, his sobriety being tested, issues with carlos, all manifest in places that there should be complete focus, but he has trouble focusing his attention on something unless it is the most important thing to him in that moment, which it often isn’t.

also, he’s impulsive!! i mean, who takes home a lizard from a guys leg?? he often does what he thinks is right no matter the circumstance, like in 2.08 when he goes for the alarm, 1.03 when he follows marjan into the corn despite judd’s orders, the bar fight in the same ep, 2.01 going after the person with the crossbow almost alone until judd offered backup, stealing a firetruck to find his dad, walking out on carlos, pushing carlos when he had nowhere else to place his anger at the situation, breaking up with carlos, you get my point. he struggles with emotional regulation and it manifests in impulsive behavior.

plus, he sucks at sleeping. ex: 3.13, 3.18.

okokokok

carlos:

boy oh boy have i saved the best for last because there’s a REASON i kin him ok.

all rise for the president of autistic carlos nation: me.

carlos is closer to what common folk would call ‘mildly’ autistic (which is not a term i indorse. everyone has different needs and they do not dictate the severity of a disability!!!) he has lower support needs, and because of this, when he was younger and he voiced them to his family, he was met with the cold shoulder.

look i will be a gabriel reyes defender until the day i die and i will never forgive tim for what he did to my favorite dad ever but this is not to say he didn’t have faults because he did!!! and they have a lot to do with how carlos’s autism presents itself.

many people with lower support needs go undiagnosed for years, and because of this they fall into this pit of isolation from their friends and family, and sometimes, themselves. carlos was constantly being reprimanded for being too soft (likely intense, overwhelming feelings, when he was younger. meltdowns.) he didn’t get the support from his family that he needed, so he isolated even more, leading him to believe there was something wrong with him. he couldn’t get along with his sisters because of the age gap, his dad constantly cared for him but in a way that made carlos second guess every decision he made, from coming out to joining apd.

again, he stayed pretty much a loner through childhood. in school, he said all he had was iris, and his shame and mask forced him to make the decision he did when they graduated. he married her because he needed to keep himself from being the burden he perceived himself as for /having needs/.

autistic people tend to take things literally, jump to conclusions. he never asked his parents how they felt after he came out. he just assumed they hated him and tried to soothe that by marrying iris and disregarding himself once again.

it’s why every time he expresses a need, it’s in the form of an argument, or when someone else is upset with him, he brushes it off because his feelings don’t matter because they never have. he masks so much that he almost broke up with tk because he kept brushing off his frustration (2.04), and he held his tongue for so long that he exploded and sounded like an anshole (3.13). he didn’t even tell tk he didn’t want kids until the issue was forced, and i want to highlight how good tk is for him because carlos didn’t run away from the discussion and let tk have whatever he wanted, he recognized the conversation as the collaboration it was!

he has an intense need for routine, he stims all the time (hand rubbing), he tends to have explosive bouts of emotion from masking so long, and he only truly opens up to tk. tk takes care of all of the social stuff, too! carlos’s entire friend group is tk’s friends. tk talks during catan, socializes, while carlos takes on the big, rehearsed speeches.

getting to see him open up with the right person over the last four years has been an absolute delight, and i cannot wait for more.

anyways that’s all for now! if you have any questions about these or others feel free to ask, and if you’re curious about my other neurodivergent 126 hcs, you can check them out here!!

i will forever believe in autistic carlos thank u

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reeeallygood · 3 months

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911 Lone Star Rewatch: 1x10

Finale time!

Okay, Carlos you are complaining about TK putting off the 'what are we' talk with all his little silly topics, but you were the one sitting there listening to them! And I bet you loved it! Getting all smiley listening to him talk about Brad Pitt. I see straight through you Reyes.

"The elephant in the juice bar" this line actually makes me cringe. And almost nothing makes me cringe.

No, no. It's fine, TK. I'm fine. Look I'm even paying for your boba. It isn't the end of the world. Me? Devastated? Nahhhh. I don't feel like my only chance at the love I've always dreamed of is passing me by. That would be ~crazy~. I only barely cried at your bedside in the hospital.

Michelle answering her cell phone in the used gloves she has on.... girl. Also... did she take the one on her left hand off by pulling on the fingers? Michelle, Michelle, Michelle.

I love them all going upstairs after Owen disrespects the espresso machine. They all just immediately know something is wrong.

Everyone agreeing that TK has to come to his decision about his career on his own and no one else can tell him what he should do and Judd immediately cutting in with, "want me to talk to him?" Hilarious.

I do like that we see evidence of Judd's lingering anxiety about losing members of his team again. Like not wanting Owen to go up in the plane to rescue the man with sclerosis. And it comes up again with Tommy late in season 4. And I know there are other examples.

Just seeing how TK is with the bus driver and everything he does for her, like giving her mouth to mouth while's she's underwater--it's just so clear he's meant to be a paramedic.

HE'S AN IMPRESSIVE GUY. HE'S MY SON.

Michelle finds Iris. Still do not really have an investment in this storyline. But happy to see Iris! And she mentions Carlos is a very familiar, friend-like way. So that's a win!

So I like the space station call a lot, obviously. It's incredibly heart-breaking. And very well acted and a great moment for Grace. But... and I don't know how to explain this exactly. But something about it feels like it belongs in OG 911, not lone star. And I really have no reasons I can give for why I feel that way. But everything about this feels like a call Maddie would be dealing with.

Owen was very right that TK looked like he was about to jump off a cliff (CUZ HE WAS) (METAPHORICALLY)

My dad. My captain. Again, could write an entire thesis about when he chooses one term over the other.

Do we think that Carlos knew what conversation TK was planning to have with the crew beforehand? And maybe he offered to come pick TK up afterwards?

I'm so ready to be rid of Michelle. "I found my sister... and then I lost her again...." Girl, are you being vague on purpose?? Just to piss me off???

Also was there supposed to be an extra episode in this season or something? Or is the Iris/Michelle storyline wrapped up in such a rushed way this ep just because they didn't know if they would get a season 2?

I do love the last little vignettes of this season. Judd and Grace, Marj Mateo and Paul, Owen and Buttercup, TK and Carlos, Michelle and Iris. And with the green sky!

Alright everyone sing along: I HAD ALL AND THEN MOST OF YOU SOME AND NOW NONE OF YOU!! TAKE ME BACK TO THE NIGHT WE MET!!

Look at that! Season 1 done (10/10) and I'm officially caught up to the rewatch schedule!!

Previous episode thoughts

#911 lone star #911 lone star rewatch 2024

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louis-ii-reyes-strand · 7 months

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semicompleted saturday sunday

Rules: Share one scene or art that never made it into a/the finished piece and probably never will. (And if you want, share what it was supposed to be and why you left it out or never finished it.)

Thank you @heartstringsduet for the tag! Most of the stuff i've written ends up in the graveyard for one reason or another, which is why i've not posted anything yet. But I like the idea of some of it seeing the light of day.

So, this scene is the only thing i've ever written for this fic. The idea came to me very vividly and this scene in particular, but, as you will see, it's disjointed as hell and I couldn't find a way to make it work.

The premise is that TK and Carlos get into a fight years into their marriage and Carlos walks out to calm down. It's the middle of the night so he ends up sat on a bench in a small park. Then through the power of ✨magic✨ he is sent back in time to important moments in his and TK's relationship and realises how stupid he'd been.

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Carlos blinked and he was at the honky-tonk, the first day that he and TK met.

It had been years and there were countless other moments they had shared together, but he still remembered it like it was yesterday.

Michelle had been waiting for him outside when he arrived, feeling a little silly in his tight shirt, and a little apprehensive about being invited. But she hadn’t let him linger in those thoughts at all, had started talking to him before he was even next to her, and all but dragged him to the table she was sharing with Nancy and Tim. They greeted him politely, not quite friends but not distant acquaintances either, it wasn’t the first time Michelle had forced him to be sociable.

Then Michelle had launched into her plan to haze Captain Strand. She liked him, Carlos could tell that much, but she was also Michelle and she was going to assert her dominance as Paramedic Captain to make sure the new captain was a good fit for their station.

Carlos quickly made an excuse to get himself a beer while the other three were giggling about her plan. He didn’t want to get mixed up in their politics.

As he walked across the room to get to the bar, he noticed where the new look 126 had set up across a couple of tables.

He remembered feeling just as floored by TK’s everything as he had at the accident earlier in the night, if not more so without the rain to blur his vision. Everything had narrowed to where TK was laughing along with his new co-workers.

Then he had spent so long by the bar, just watching him and how he interacted with the people around him that he finished his beer and Michelle came to find him. She followed his eyeline and then laughed. “You need to get laid.”

Carlos had blushed and spluttered, but this time he didn’t.

It had been half he needed to get laid, and half so much more than that. He hadn’t known how meeting TK had shifted his entire world on its axis then, but some part of him knew that meeting TK was momentous.

“Distract his Dad?”

Michelle considered him for a moment but shrugged and went to drag Owen off to the dancefloor just as she had the first time this happened.

Carlos remembered so clearly the nerves he had felt as he approached TK, not knowing if he was gay, not knowing if he would be into him even if he was. Now, his mind full of memories this body hadn’t yet had a chance to make, all he felt was love.

“Hey,” He said as he came to stand by TK. He looked so much younger, so much more guarded too.

TK glanced over to him, a smile forcing its way off his lips before it could even appear. He gave Carlos an obvious once over that set a fire in his gut just the way it had the first time, maybe even more so now that he knew what was waiting for him. “Hey”

“We’re soulmates.”

TK looked so taken aback by how strong his words were, it made Carlos laugh.

“We’re soulmates and it doesn’t matter that I’m saying it to you now because I'm pretty sure you’re a figment of my imagination sent to kick my ass. I’m going to tell you this now and when I wake up I’m going to drive home and tell you again.” He took a deep breath. “This moment right here changed my life, if you didn’t dance we me then drag me off to that bathroom so we could get each other off, I wouldn’t have reconnected with my family, I wouldn’t have friends that I care for like a second family, I wouldn’t be a detective, I wouldn’t have anything. I would’ve stayed trapped while I waited for my life to start, and I don’t tell you enough how much I love you. I think a part of me has always known that I love you since this moment. And I have loved you at every single moment since, even when you broke my heart and I thought it was going to end up alone forever. I’m sorry if I ever made you doubt that and I’m going to do better. I’m going to do so much better, baby.”

The TK from the past was looking around for someone, probably his dad or anyone else he recognised, looking for a way out of this interaction. Carlos didn’t blame him, he’d just had a love confession from a guy that he’d met once.

“I’m going, don’t worry.” He held his hands up with a smile and started backing away, unable to take his eyes off TK as he did so until he bumped into someone behind him and was forced to look where he was going.

He ran outside the honky-tonky, looked up to the sky and shouted, “Okay! You win! I understand now, let me go home and tell my husband I love him.”

He closed his eyes and waited.

i'm not gonna tag anyone because i have again missed the boat (i'm pulling seven sentence sunday together asap!) so if you see this: hi.

#semi complete saturday #fic outtakes #kit writes #i remember this possessed me for an afternoon but every attempt at writing an actual fic to go with the pay off #was like stubbing the same toe over and over again

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paperstorm · 8 months

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Nice ask day!

Let's say you're writing an Avengers AU for Lone Star; which Lone Star character would be which Avengers character and if you're up for explaining, why?

Why have I never thought about this????? Okay. Okay lets get into it. I think ....

Captain America - Carlos. This feels obvious to me. Unbelievably kind-hearted, wants to do good and help people more than anything, weight of the world on his shoulders. Never thinks he's enough even as he's moving mountains. Willing to throw himself on every grenade so strangers don't get hurt. Puts on the bravest face but riddled with anxiety. Very gay but forced by Society to marry a woman. Can you tell Cap is my favourite.

Thor - Paul. Strong! Kind! Funny! Struggles a bit to feel like he belongs. Very noble, loves his friends.

Black Widow - Marjan. Clearly. Explanation not needed. Unbelievably badass. Vulnerable underneath but doesn't want anyone to see.

Iron Man - Owen. The leader, sometimes a wonderful human being, sometimes an asshole. Complicated. Traumatized, doesn't always handle it very well. Can be arrogant. Can also be the best group dad.

Hulk - JUDD. Of course it's Judd. Lorge. Doesn't understand his own strength sometimes. Wants more than anything to protect his friends. Heavy trauma underneath muscles.

Hawkeye - I'll be honest I mostly know these characters from the movies and Hawkeye has absolutely zero personality in any of them so this one is harder. Maybe Mateo? Comic book Hawkeye is hearing impaired and that makes him a little bit alienated from the others even tho they love him so maybe there's a bit of a parallel with Mateo's learning disability? Is that anything?? Its a stretch I know.

Okay that is the main 6 original Avengers but I can't leave out the rest of our firefam so

Winter Soldier - TK. Of course. If Carlos is Steve, TK has to be Bucky. Piercing blue-green eyes. Suffers the most out of any of them but is also the strongest for getting through it.

Captain Marvel - Tommy. The most powerful. Does no harm but takes no shit.

Spiderman - I changed my mind, Mateo is Spiderman. The baby of the group. No one is Hawkeye because movie Hawkeye sucks.

Falcon - Nancy. Bffs with Steve and Bucky. Always cracking jokes. Feels somewhat inadequate even tho she's awesome. Notices everything. Absolutely strong enough to take over when Cap hangs it up.

#911ls asks #this was so much fun #now I really do wanna write a marvel au

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I'm so excited for tk's reaction for hurt carlos more than anything else tbh. I honestly feel like TK's character wasn't given the chance to show the depth of his feelings for carlos except for the proposal and I really hope with this carlos got hurt we will be able to see that. Can't wait for season 4

I want to take this ask in the spirit I would like it to have been intended and share in your excitement. I think it's about time that TK was the one stressing over possibly losing the man he loves.

But I am Fandom Old and a former English teacher and the statement made about TK not showing the depth of his feelings for Carlos gives me a chance to break out my meta skills, whether you wanted me to or not.

Season One TK has what some deem an overreaction to the dinner but that's because he's scared. He's had a "nuclear bad" breakup, he isn't ready for anything serious, and there's this guy who is basically offering him everything that the TK from the beginning of 1x01 wanted. A guy who wants to spend time with him, make him dinner, is genuinely interested in him. If TK wasn't emotionally invested why would he be so mad? It would have been an "oops" kind of moment. Anger is a strong emotion and a lot of TK's strong emotions are expressed in anger in season one.

He tells Carlos about his addiction before he tells the 126. The guy he's hooking up with, who he walked out on because Carlos dared to do something nice for him. Lays out everything: the break up, the relapse, all of it. The men and woman that he works alongside every day, the people he trusts his life to? They know nothing until 1x10. But Carlos knew. TK didn't have to tell Carlos but he did. Why would he do that if Carlos wasn't important to TK, if he wasn't someone that TK could trust?

But slowly our feral cat is tamed, and he lets Carlos in. They have the date when they take Paul out and they have the conversation in the juice bar where TK is honest with Carlos about how he feels. He refers to Carlos as his boyfriend - kinda - before he's even discussed that label with Carlos. He takes those steps because he's very much caught the feels and he's letting himself feel them.

Season Two So now we are in full on relationship territory, and he is spending a lot of time at Carlos' place. When Tim is killed and Owen says to "go home", he goes to Carlos. When he is stressing over upsetting Nancy he talks to Carlos. When he's worried about the honeymoon period for his parents, he talks to Carlos. He gets so upset when Carlos doesn't introduces him to his parents as his boyfriend but he realises what this means to Carlos and agrees to wait. They are talking, they are finding middle ground, we see TK turn to Carlos over and over for care and support and a needed kick up the backside when it comes to the divide between Fire and Medical. Love is being there for someone, and it's also telling them to get over themselves.

And then, he does something his dad mentioned right in the pilot, he moves in with his boyfriend. This is the logical next step, not an engagement ring. TK is with this man, they love each other, they're moving in together.

They fight, TK comes home, they make up, make out, and in the fire that threatens them he is calm and focused and helps save both their lives. He reads Carlos like a book and knows he's not OK, reassuring his boyfriend that they're OK. Throughout the whole season Carlos is included in the 126 hangs and we see a few beats where TK is bridging the gap between his work family and his boyfriend - most notably in 2x14 when they're relaying the story of what happened with Mateo's new captain and TK drops in the little beats and explanations he'd need as someone who wasn't there. (I love this moment so much: as viewers we don't recognise the gaps in the retelling as we saw the scene play out, but Carlos wasn't there and TK makes sure that he gets the full picture.)

Seasion Three And then TK blows it all up. Because Carlos buys them a fucking home and TK has got everything he's always wanted and the future he's scared of messing up and he bolts. Because this is the kind of forever love that he never thought he would have, never get to keep. He's completely, terrifyingly, absolutely in love and it scares him because that kind of love is scary.

But when he comes home, he is home. He gets up and stays with Carlos while he's reviewing all the video files (even if he falls asleep). He celebrates his boyfriend solving a kidnapping and reassures him that he's not to blame for a man's death (while making him one of the many meals he apparently eats in a day).

He talks about his meetings, his sponsor, his progress with his sobriety and his feelings about it. He opens up about why he needs people in his life like Cooper and his meetings, while making it clear that Carlos has all of him, that there is nothing he is holding back. TK is all in, every last broken bit of him. But he makes it clear that Carlos can't help those parts of him. He will come home to Carlos.

He still talks to Carlos after the call in which the kid loses his mom and shares his raw and breaking grief with his boyfriend, knowing that he will be taken care of that evening. That he is safe with him.

He recognises that Carlos hates the lizard but loves him enough to deal with it, so he puts Carlos first and Lou is released into the wild.

Then he proposes.

If you think that the proposal is the only moment where TK shows Carlos how much he loves him then you've not being paying attention to all of the other ways that TK has shown Carlos, over and over and over and over, how much he loves him and how much he means to him. Every time TK let Carlos in, every time TK shared himself with Carlos? He was showing him - and us - how much he loves this man.

#jen answers stuff #anonymous #overthinking jen is overthinking #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #911ls #tarlos meta #TK's love language is acts of service #he SHOWS his love in so many ways

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theghostofashton · 7 months

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self promo saturday

thank you @lightningboltreader and @orchidscript for the tags, and @sugdenlovesdingle for creating this! <3

rules: list 5 fanworks you're proud of

made up of a thousand scars

“I was a firefighter,” he says. “Or, well, I still am. My dad’s captain. I’m technically on leave.” “And you… don’t want to go back?” “I don’t know what I want.” He sighs, tracing his fingers across a spot that’s wearing in Carlos's kitchen table. “Thought being here would help me figure that out but…” He pauses, glancing up at Carlos with a shrug. Sometimes he wonders if the drugs made him who he is. Made him fun, happy. Someone people liked having around. He wonders if he’s still any of those things, sober. He doesn’t feel very fun anymore.

you saw the truth in me

TK Strand. He’s been asked to train TK Strand. He almost didn’t believe it, when he opened his inbox on Monday morning. He had to read Nancy Gillian’s email three times before it started to sink in. TK Strand is making his return to acting after five years, and he’s been asked to train him for the role. Anyone who doesn’t know TK Strand is living under a rock. His story will go down in pop culture history as one of the biggest falls from grace this industry has seen in years. Hollywood’s golden boy, years of good press and praise heaped onto him for his talent, his charisma, his massive heart, all thrown away after a failed engagement and drug-fueled bender broke headlines.

tell me how (4x18 coda)

He’s never felt pain like this before. Nothing in his life has ever hurt this deeply, right down to his core. It’s like a part of him died too. He doesn’t feel like the same person anymore. A piece of the puzzle stolen and destroyed, and Carlos wonders if he’ll ever feel whole again. If maybe, eventually, the space in his life where his father used to be will be filled by something else, another person to love, or perhaps an excess of the love he feels for everyone else in his life overflowing and subsuming the gap, something, to prevent him from being doomed to go through rest of his life incomplete.

until we laugh again (4x14 coda)

He keeps playing the phone call over in his head. Paul handing him the phone, his dad listing off Kendra’s symptoms, the panic that shocked his whole body when Owen said he was starting rescue breaths. He should’ve expected it. He knows his dad well enough to know that if there’s something he can do to save someone, he will. No matter what. Even if it could mean losing his own life in the process. TK shudders, squeezing his eyes shut. He doesn’t want to think about that. He really, really doesn’t want to think about that.

support beams bend and break (3x11 coda)

It doesn’t feel fair. It doesn’t feel fair that he has to go through all this just because some guy decided to play a stupid prank. Because he cared about his job, cared about finding that woman and baby that were being abused. He doesn’t think it’s fair that everything hurts this much when he just wanted to do the right thing. He just wanted to help that woman, to make sure she and her child were safe. Only she and her child never existed, and he fell right into their trap. He’s so mad he’s seeing red. And he knows he shouldn’t be. He knows the anger is useless. He knows it won’t do anything for him. He knows he just needs to get past this, just put it behind him, but he can’t. He can’t move on. He doesn’t know how. He doesn’t know how to not feel this.

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Work In Progress Wednesday

There's still two and a half hours left in Wednesday, so this counts... I posted this earlier but now I've been tagged so I wanted to officially post it, post it... basically I'm the B99 meme, changed to- "you posted that already- and I will post it again!"

Thank you to @kiloskywalker for the tag, and anyone who reads this and puts up with my ramblings- you're the most, you really are

This is from my Owen and Gwyn have another kid, TK has a little sister fic- this is further down the road from where the story is currently but I've had this scene kicking around my head since I rewatched the episode (you can probably guess which one)

2017 -

Sophie stood frozen in the open doorway. From the telltale purse on the counter, she knew that her mom had beat her home. But that wasn’t as surprising as the fact that the voice she could hear was a male voice, and definitely not Enzo’s. “Do you think this has been going on since the accident?” Sophie heard her father say. “It’s crossed my mind,” she heard her mother answer. “I know one of the guys he met in grief therapy was arrested for dealing”. “How did you know that?” Owen asked. “That’s the part you want to focus on?” Gwyn replied. “No,” Owen answered. “But I talked to him when that happened. He told me that he was fine”. “Owen”. Sophie was always amazed at how many emotions her mother could pack into one word. “Owen, our son is struggling with battling addiction for the third time in his life. You don’t think that maybe, he lied to you?” There was a long pause after that. Sophie took another step into the apartment but she kept her hand on the door; she knew her parents wouldn’t keep having this conversation if they knew she could hear. Finally, Sophie heard her mother say, “Is this you saying that you think I’m wrong?” “No”. Owen answered. “Because I don’t. But if you’re right, that means I’ve been sending someone on calls and putting people’s lives in the hands of someone who’s high off his ass”. More silence followed this. Sophie heard her dad say, “Do you want me to be there? When you tell him?” “No,” Gwyn answered. “I think I should tell him myself”. Sophie let go of the door. It slammed with a loud crack. The view of the dining table was a little obscured, but she could tell that both of her parents had turned around at the noise. “Soph, hi,” Gwyn said, going to greet her daughter. “I didn’t realize what time it was”. “I didn’t know you’d be home yet”. Sophie replied. “Dad, what are you doing here?” “Your mother needed me to sign for something”. He answered. “Sign for what?” Sophie asked. “Is this about TK?” “How much did you hear?” her mother asked her. “Enough”. Sophie said. “To know this has something to do with TK”. “It’s a grown up matter, Sophie,” her mother told her. “Well, then, it’s a good thing I’m eighteen,” Sophie said, dropping her bag on the floor with a thud. “Gwyneth”. Owen interjected. “She’s going to find out”. “Fine”. Gwyn sighed. “I needed your dad, or rather, your brother’s fire captain to sign this to approve your brother not being at work for thirty days while he is in rehab”. “Rehab?” Sophie repeated. “Like, rehab… rehab?” Sophie wasn’t a little kid; she knew that her brother had problems with addiction (she was the one who found his near-lifeless body on the roof alone when she was twelve years old). But packing him up and sending him to rehab; that was a first. “Exactly like rehab, rehab,” her mother answered. “I’m taking your brother to an inpatient facility in California tomorrow”. Sophie had a lot of questions, but knew she had to choose carefully. The window of information her mom would share with her willingly would close very soon. “Why California?” she asked. “Because it’s supposed to be the best”. Gwyn said quietly. “And I want this to be the last time we need to do this”. “Okay”. Sophie said. “Can I…” she wasn’t sure what to say. “What can I do?” “Actually go to school?” her mom said, reaching out and tucking a stray piece of hair back into her daughter’s braid. “Don’t give your dad any trouble? Enzo’s still helping his mom, you’re going to stay with your dad while I’m gone”. “And I have known you slightly longer than Enzo has,” Owen muttered. “You can’t help yourself, can you?” Gwyn sighed. “Sorry”. Owen said. “When are you going to tell him?” “I’m going to see if I can find him tonight”. Gwyn said. She looked back at Sophie. “Do you need anything else to go to your dad’s tonight?” “No”. Sophie shook her head. “Dad, don’t you work today?” “I switched my days off”. Owen answered. For the first time, Sophie noticed how tired both her parents looked.

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