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[moviegeek03]

Homesick Christmas (Tarlos Secret Santa)

4.5K | AO3

Summary: Traveling was not Carlos's favorite thing. He much preferred being home. Being with family. But, with Christmas being a bit different this year, TK has suggested a Christmas getaway for the two of them, complete with snow and a Christmas market in the mountains. It should be perfect. Even if it isn't what he really would want for himself. But, maybe, just maybe, TK can make it even better, and prove that home is more than just a place.

Merry Christmas @bonheur-cafe! I hope you enjoy my take on your prompts. I apologize for not reaching out during the challenge to ask for more info. Time got away from me a bit this year. This is honestly the first thing I've written in six months. Much like Carlos, I'm a bit more aware of grief this year after losing someone this summer.

I tried to do a mix of two of the prompts from @tarlos-santa: Scenario 1: Carlos and TK are traveling for the holidays; Carlos' disdain for travel because he gets homesick comes to light. Scenario 2: A warm, comforting meal eaten on a miserably cold day. Some cuddling is also in order. Special thanks to @lire-casander and @marjansmarwani for putting up with me writing for the first time in months and helping, as always.

He sat on the couch looking through his laptop. Clicking through tabs left and right. He had to make things perfect this year. He had to. He just wanted to find the perfect Christmas getaway. They needed it. Now more than ever.  Neither of them would say it had been the best year, even with one of the best days of their life happening with the wedding. But, the rest of it… They had great hopes for it when it started. After all, they were still riding the high of a new engagement. Excited and ready to take on all that would come. Sure, they’d had rough years. Between shootings, dunks under ice, losing the firehouse…they didn’t think things could get much worse.  Even after everything with Gwyn.   But, they were wrong. They couldn’t have predicted what they faced over the past year. They didn’t expect kidnappings (again…) or Owen to deal with the FBI (maybe that should have been more obvious…) or to lose Gabriel (that one seemed to sting the most…). His eyes left his laptop and stared across the room at the bookcase. The picture from the rehearsal dinner sat proudly in the middle, for everyone to see. For them to remember the last night they had with the man. It had been perfect. He smiled sadly to himself and sighed once more. He tapped out a nervous rhythm on his keyboard and gazed back down at the tabs in front of him. Vacation spots stared back at him. Everything from resorts boasting great Christmas vibes in various states to beach houses that would offer some privacy to ski lodges that would offer a snowy holiday.  Continued on AO3

#tarlos #Tarlos Secret Santa #911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos fanfic #moviegeek03 fanfiction #911 lone star fic

[reyesstrand]

all the quiet nights you bear

6.8k - tarlos - teen+

Carlos still feels his heartbeat in his ears, and tries to focus on other things: the soft hum of the engine shutting off and the way it echoes in the large parking garage, the song-and-dance that erupts from their footsteps, sluggish and squelching against the cement from the wetness that seeped into the soles of their shoes. TK holds onto his arm as they walk, necessary for stability, and Carlos is grateful for it; for him, and the closeness. He smooths his own thumb over TK’s hip as they head for the elevator, and he’s sure they must be a sight: half out of their uniforms, Carlos carrying a bag with extra-strength Tylenol and some Gatorades in it along with both of their work backpacks, and TK hanging off him with a bandage on his head that’ll be changing once they get into the loft.

my @tarlos-santa gift for @moviegeek03 <333 brit, happy holidays!! i combined two of your prompts—anything with hurt tk and caring carlos & something dealing with the holidays—and kind of went wild with it. i had so much fun bringing them together. i hope you enjoy <333

#tarlos #911 lone star #tarlos fic #my fic #tarlossanta23

[welcometololaland]

Fic Rec Friday Round Up - Part 1

Thanks to everyone who contributed this week! I have a list below, but I only included ones people tagged me in or ones I could find from the #fic rec friday tag. If I've missed any (or if I've accidentally linked something incorrectly - apologies, there were many links) feel free to let me know.

Please read at your own discretion - heed tags and ratings on each individual fic. Keep yourself safe, friends!

Theme: A fic that lives in your brain rent free!

911

dirty symphony by @tawaifeddiediaz

knock on your door, just like before by @comaboybuck

To Build a Home We Deconstruct Our Rituals by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

Your Fingerprints Smeared on My Heart (Lead Me Back to You) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

911 Lone Star

A More Perfect Fall by @cinnaluminum

Abundance by @cinnaluminum

All the Things we tried to Forget by @detective-giggles

Amongst the multitude of reasons by @goodways

as if you were a mythical thing by @strandnreyes

Begged And Borrowed Time by @iboatedhere

Blood on the tracks, fire in the hills by thenorthface

call my bluff, call you babe by @strandnreyes

Count on me by @tailoredshirt

Do you even lift, bro? (series) by @rmd-writes

Fermata by @fortunatelydecaffeinateddinosaur

Game, Set, Match (series) by lolalanguishing (me)

Gettin' Down To The Wire by @iboatedhere

holly's 20th birthday august extravaganza (series) by @morganaspendragonss

Hung Up by @flickerthenflare

I'm with You by @moviegeek03

In sickness and in health, in speeding and in no speeding by @goodways

Inseparable, like gravity by @tailoredshirt

It started with a concussion by @sugdenlovesdingle

It's A Date by @notaparty-trick

Life, believe, is not a dream, so dark as sages say by @beautifulhigh

Magnetic North by @paperstorm

Missing Moments (series) by @paperstorm

never wanted nothing more by @yourcatfishfriend

one of these days by @safeashousespdf

Out of the Woods (series) by @liminalmemories21

Ride or Die by @tailoredshirt

say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair by @strandnreyes

Secret Moments In A Crowded Room by @strandnreyes

Self control? I don't know her (series) by lolalogarithms (me)

Seven Ways (Back to You) (series) by lolalasagne (me)

to live for the hope of it all by @strandnreyes

The kind you can't get away from by @heartstringsduet

The knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts by @liminalmemories21

The Ring-In by ifyoustay and lolalemon (me)

the way you make me feel (so real, so good) by @rmd-writes

They'll Find Another Son To Love by @karaxuno

Through the Looking Glass (series) by @liminalmemories21

throw me on a hurricane (i'll ride it to the coast) by ArsenicInYourPudding

time, curious time by @strandnreyes

to live for the hope of it all by @strandnreyes

tout l'univers by @kiras-sunshine

True Colours (series) by @chaotictarlos and @paperstorm

Two paper airplanes flying by @liminalmemories21

What You See Will Be by @thevenstar

Wings Are Frayed by @iboatedhere and @pragmatic-optimist

Wrestling Angels by @carlos-in-glasses

written in the stars by falloutmars

you saw the truth in me by @theghostofashton

you took me out my mind, way down to the other side by @lovesgalores

You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces by @chaotictarlos

your first string by @strandnreyes

#fic rec friday #911 #911 lone star

[raypakorn]

CHEERCEMBER 2022 DAY 31: Follow Forever + my thanks Thank you everyone who made cheercember a success whether you sent a request, tried to spread the word, or reblogged a set. I appreciate you immensenly for allowing me to give you 30 days of cheer. (Yeah, we’re sticking to last years tradition and missing Day 30)

As for today, I would like to shoutout to people who not only made cheercember a success but everyone who has made my year a good one. Tumblr is most definitely the place I escape too and y’all are a blessing to the fandoms (even if you don’t create things of your own) and I love you for it! Thank you for your support and friendships! To all my followers that I don’t follow, I do appreciate you for sticking around and giving me your support, you’re always there in my heart. I hope the new year treats you all well! 💛

Below you’ll find some of my treasured mutuals and there are also some people I just really enjoying following because of either their vibes or the content they release is *chefs kiss*. So, if you’re looking for some blogs to follow these are my recs.

the pocket friends who keep me and muse flowing:

@hidden-joy, @jordanshenessy, @pranink, @mabellsmora, @bellamygate,  @saturstay, @louistomlinsun, @typicaltk​, @hellshee​, @billlkin, @talays-portkey, @oswlld, @lutavero, & @i-got-the-feels

multi-fandom:

@robbeijzermans, @nyttvera, @nick-nellson, @nelsonnicks, @fatoujallovv, @katesharmasheart, @aimeegbbs, @screenwrite, @birthdaysentiment, @chibifatou, @sassy-sara, @dionysuswearsanorangetracksuit, @carsonnshaw, @smblmn, @deenafier, @elle-smells, @madsbuckley, @belloves, @floralbuckleys, @spiritinanitecap, @spicyvampire, @acclaimedvoid, @alkaysani, @blairwhumphreys, @kiekiecarrera, @william-byers, @mikhaailo, @gregoryeddie, @willsilvertongue, @finetune, @morganaspendragonss, @staarfires, @h-isforhiatus, @robinsteve, @roseapothecary, @lire-casander, @doublel27, @maxbegone, @danieljradcliffe, @iressails, @tylerkennedys, @maygrant, @ropoto, @norrisleclerc, @swearphil, @arthurpendragonns, @andremichaux, @eddiediaaz, @buckleys-diaz

911 lone star:

@rafael-silva, @reyescarlos, @jddryder, @reyeslonestar, @reyesstrand, @iboatedhere, @marjansmarwani, @sunshinestrand, @strandnreyes, @detectivecarlosreyes, @tkstrandreyes, @tkstrands, @zonnedauw, @pragmatic-optimist, @moviegeek03, @cafeshopau, @unstatedmartini, @tailoredshirt, @velvet-ink, @rmd-writes, @marwani-strickland, @guardian-angle22

asian dramas:

@sotaaoki, @winphawin, @nanons, @pannakorn, @liyazaki, @kimporchay,  @luna-lina, @first-kanaphan, @kinnsporsche, @pranpats, @julielilac, @weiwuxian, @seanwhites, @gunsatthaphan, @ragingbyesexual, @leedongwook, @lanzhans,  @seatawinans, @phukaoapologist, @team-win, @laowen, @devildrusje, @pranparakul, @prapais, @freensrcha, @ardentlytess, @sunsetandthemoon, @vegussy, @gooseras, @fitfmybeloved, @thoresque, @dimpledpran

#really wishing you all the best in the new year and sending you all love #follow forever #cheercember22

[marjansmarwani]

I need you so much closer

7.8k || ao3

Carlos Reyes was loved.

Yes, by TK, but not only by him.

— — —

Or, a 4x04 coda in which we get to hear from everyone else and fill in some missing scenes.

This was not supposed to be this long, but it’s done! All the love to @moviegeek03 and @justaswampdemon as always for helping from start to finish (and making sure it actually got finished). 

-------

Gabriel Reyes thought he knew fear. 

He had been a Texas Ranger for most of his life. He had been in law enforcement even longer than that. He had seen the worst of the worst; had stared down hardened criminals that would end his life just as soon as blink. 

He thought the peak of fear had been finding out that his son’s home had burned down while he was inside. The knowledge of exactly how close he had come to losing his only child had nearly been enough to topple him, and the fact that he had been at least partially responsible didn’t help. There was the day-to-day fear of his son’s job (because of course he had followed him into the same line of work), the occasional instances of bad things happening, and feeling that rush of fear. But this? Looking down at his son’s still body as his fiancé worked to keep his heart beating? Seeing his son lying there and knowing that the only thing keeping the blood flowing through his veins was the force of a distraught TK desperately pumping it through his heart? This was the deepest and most primal fear he had ever felt. 

Somewhere deep inside he had known that this was a possibility. From the moment TK had showed up at their door with that fear in his eyes the thought had been whispering in the back of his mind. But being here and seeing it, knowing that they had been not even fifty feet from Carlos that morning; that his son had been hurt and in trouble and he had been so close but had done nothing, made it all so much more real. 

He didn’t even need to ask TK for his professional opinion of the situation, he knew how bad it was. He also knew that if they had been just a few minutes sooner Carlos could have been fine.  Just as much as he knew if they had been just a few seconds later any hope they did have (tenuous as it may be) would have expired, right along with his son. It was a cruel trick on the part of the universe; to bring them here so close to saving him but just maybe a little bit too far. 

[continue reading on ao3]

#911 lone star #911ls fic #carlos reyes #tarlos #tk strand #and way too many other characters to tag #the whole gang is in this one #my writing #episode coda #userkimmy #userbones #tuserpaige #tusersilence #tusersonia #userink #jazzyjess #kirassunshine #usernicolo #userthai

[lire-casander]

don't want to set the world on fire

[rating] teen and up audiences [pairing] carlos reyes/tk strand [prompt] tarlos historical au [warnings] angst with a happy ending, canonical character deaths, pearl harbor au, world war ii, grief, mourning, fluff, kissing, alternating pov

[summary] 1941. tk strand and carlos reyes arrive in hawaii ready to recover from their own, personal tragedies. what they are not expecting is to find love among war.

happy holidays, @tailoredshirt! i really hope you enjoy reading this story just as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it! 

it wouldn’t have made sense without the incredibly fast beta-reading help of @morganaspendragonss and the hand-holding offered by @moviegeek03 when i thought i couldn’t do this. 

title from the song by the ink spots, which was released in 1941.

don't want to set the world on fire 15k+ | read on ao3

March 27th, 1941

“What do you mean, you're going to Europe?” TK tries to control his voice as he chooses to ask the first of the myriad of questions that are exploding in his head.

“They need the help,” Alex explains calmly. He doesn't look TK in the eye when he continues, “That's why I enlisted.”

“You volunteered?” TK screeches, earning themselves a few glares from the other people having dinner at this fancy restaurant where he had thought about proposing to his boyfriend.

Maybe proposing isn't exactly the right word, since they can't actually get married, but TK had planned to promise forever to this man who's now telling him that he's volunteered to step into a war that doesn't even have anything to do with them.

This definitely isn't how TK had envisioned his evening going.

“Yeah,” Alex confirms in a low voice. “It's not unheard of, you know. We need to help.”

“We?” TK huffs. “It's not our war, Alex. Your selflessness is amazing, but I highly doubt that you dying for them is going to change the course of the war.”

“You can't know that,” Alex retorts. He sighs as he stretches his hand across the table to rest it on top of TK’s, but TK jerks back. “TK, please,” he tries again. “I know it's difficult to understand and almost impossible to accept, but all I'm asking of you is to respect my decision.”

“How can you ask me to respect that you want to—die for people who will never even know your name?” He tries to keep his voice steady and still low, so as to not attract any more attention upon them, but it breaks around the middle, tears threatening to fall. “Alex—”

“I'm a pilot,” his boyfriend interrupts. “That's what I am. That's the only thing I am. I know I can help. I'm going to, whether you want me to or not, but I'd hoped that you'd at least understand, what with your father being a high-up and—”

“War was what broke my parents.” It's now TK’s turn to cut the conversation off, veering it towards the pain he's feeling. “How could you think that I'd be fine knowing that you'd volunteered to die halfway across the world? When did this happen? How did I miss it?”

Alex doesn't say anything, as if sensing that TK needs to say everything that's crushing his heart.

“When?” TK asks, voice not louder than a whisper. He remembers, a second too late, the dispatch orders his father's signed this very same morning; TK was at Colonel Strand's office when a secretary came in with a stack of papers allowing American soldiers to fly out the very next morning. “Please don't say—”

“Tomorrow,” Alex says, looking down at his plate.

TK holds his breath for a few seconds, counts to five, and exhales slowly. He repeats to himself that he won't panic, that everything will be fine in the end. After seven rounds of controlled breathing, he feels confident enough to speak, even though his soul is shattered.

“Here I thought that tonight would be the first night of our whole future together…and it's actually the last night for us.”

Alex looks stricken as TK’s words seem to register. TK witnesses his boyfriend understand what his plan had been all along, as a lonely tear rolls down his cheek, as Alex wipes it away discreetly because he's a soldier and he needs to be tough, not sensitive. He looks down at his hands, balled in fists over the tablecloth, and exhales.

“Well,” Alex finally says. He reaches out to touch TK, and this time he lets Alex's fingers smooth the skin over his hands. “If this is our last night together, would you save a dance for me?”

That's what both disarms TK and breaks his heart, at the same time.

He has never been able to say no to Alex, not even once in the whole fourteen months, three weeks, five days and seventeen hours since they started dating. And yes, he's been counting—sue him.

“Of course,” TK breathes out slowly. “Wanna go to the pier after dinner?”

continue reading on ao3!

#tarlossanta23 #tailoredshirt #happy holidays! #i really hope you like it! #911ls fic #911 lone star fic #911 ls fic #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #tk satrnd/carlos reyes #carlos reyes/tk strand #pearl harbor au

[ravens-words]

Thank you to each and every one of you for following my messy little blog and helping me reach another milestone. I appreciate you all more than words can describe, and I adore you all so very much.

Now, if you fancy a a lil' fun,

🥀| For every rose, I'll share a sentence of a WIP of your choosing [Tarlos, Hangster, Buddie]

🎵| Song Association- You send me a song, I'll tell you which character/ship it reminds me of.

✒| Give me a sentence + a ship, and I'll write the next five sentences. [Tarlos, Hangster, Buddie, Madney, GraceJudd, Bobnix]

🗣|FMK- Tropes Edition!

And finally,

🖤| Send me a link to your fics/edits and I'll share which is my favorite.

My lovely mutuals, the ones I talk to all the time or barely at all, THANK YOU, I truly adore each one of you 🖤

@tkstrrand @iwonderifyouwonderaboutme @djdangerlove @laelipoo @bluenet13 @fiancechimneyhan @gracespicybradshaw @alwaysablossom @morganaspendragonss @actuallysara @bluenet13 @lilythesilly @sapphire11 @chaotictarlos @lire-casander @doublel27 @tailoredshirt @a-l-ias @detectivecarlosreyes @makingmovies @isastrxnd @tkstrands @pragmatic-optimist

@breannacasey @221bsunsettowers @chicgeekgirl89 @noxsoulmate @first-kanaphan @moviegeek03 @lovecolibri @jddryder @bonheur-cafe @bekkachaos @rangergurlgleek1211 @thestarlitnight @canisayyesnow @infp-obsessing-over-everything @the-ace-with-spades

#The WIPs I have are linked!! #also- mutual or not you can send stuff! #love you all

[morganaspendragonss]

if night falls in your heart (1/?)

yes, it's the long-awaited hypothermia/plane au which i've been, ahem, 'writing' since february. and, yes, you read that right. there's going to be multiple chapters. god help me. a million thanks to all the anons who have been asking about this fic and also to my wonderful betas @moviegeek03 and @tarlos-spain who were there when i was having crises and helped me push through the difficulties. it's because of them that you're getting this fic today and not in another few months. warnings and words counts will be posted for each individual chapter. title from start a riot by banners inspired by these asks ao3 | 2.4k | hurt/comfort, blood and injury, heart condition, hospitals

His heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest.

It’s the excitement, he’s sure, and the fact that he’s been dancing for a while.

He’s okay.

He could do with some water though. 

There’s no air in here, not with the mass of warm bodies moving and constantly pressing up against him.

The water pitcher is across the room, and it feels like he’s moving through treacle as he crosses the impossible distance towards it.

But then, suddenly, he’s there, and his hand is shaking as he reaches for the jug.

It’s too heavy, though, and it slips out of his grasp immediately, the shattering barely reaching his ears as a wave of dizziness overtakes him.

TK gasps, and then the world goes dark.

*

The first sign that something is wrong is the tremble in TK’s arms as he hands Jonah back to Gwyn. Carlos tries not to worry too much because things like that happen these days; TK’s recovery has been going well, but he still gets a little shaky after significant exertion, and dancing around with a baby for nearly an hour definitely qualifies.

But his face is too pale and his breathing too shallow, which immediately brings all his fears back.

The sound of glass breaking into a million pieces silences the room, and Carlos whips around just in time to see TK wavering in place, empty fist still outstretched as the water jug lies in jagged shards at his feet. He runs, but, short though the distance is, he doesn’t make it before TK crumbles.

He crashes to his knees, heedless of the broken glass, and his hands are hovering over TK, ready to shake him, when he spots it.

The pool of blood slowly spreading out from TK’s prone form, and the shard piercing all the way through his shoulder.

“Capt—” he starts, but she’s already there, gently moving him out of the way to bend over TK. Carlos lets himself be pushed back, even as it reminds him of the hospital, of gloved hands shoving him out of the room as TK lay there dying.

But, that time, the doctors had closed the curtains when things became too serious. That time, Carlos had sat in a waiting room chair, having to imagine all the things that could be happening inside Room 308 of West Park Memorial’s ICU.

This time, he has a front row seat as wires are connected to TK’s chest and the Lifepak emits a series of rapid beeps, as Tommy rattles off endless stats and Nancy inserts an IV into the back of TK’s hand.

Carlos can almost feel the snow whipping around them, can almost hear the wind howling, and the pain on Nancy and Tommy’s faces say that he’s not the only one. Distantly, he’s aware of Grace ushering the twins outside, of the crew’s hushed mutterings, of Tommy’s instructions to Nancy intermingled with firm pleas to TK.

But all he’s really, truly conscious of is the way TK’s blood stands out against his white shirt and the paleness of his face.

He’s pushed even further back when Judd and Paul descend with the backboard, and Carlos is stuck on his knees as TK is loaded into the ambulance. His eyes fix on the blood staining the newly-laid flooring, watching as it starts to creep towards the fabric of his dress pants, and he almost jumps out of his skin when a gentle hand lands on his shoulder.

“Come on,” Gwyn says, helping him to his feet. “We need to be there.”

Carlos nods and takes a step forward, before his eyes find Owen’s and he stops abruptly. “Owen—”

“Owen’s going to follow us in the car,” she replies, her tone suggesting that it was less of a choice on Owen’s part than an order on hers. Any other time, Carlos might question it, or at least offer to stay back himself, but Tommy is shouting at them to hurry up if they want to ride along, and the thought of being away from TK now has him almost tripping over his feet in his rush to get to the ambulance.

Tommy smiles gently at him when he gets in. “His stats are returning to normal,” she says. “They’ll run some tests at the hospital and we’ll get this figured out, I promise.”

Carlos wants to believe her. But TK is still unconscious and this isn’t supposed to be happening at all, he’s supposed to be better—

“I… We just got him back,” he whispers.

Tommy nods, leaning over from her position by TK’s head to squeeze his knee. “He’s not going anywhere,” she says, but the look on her face tells Carlos that she knows it’s another promise she can’t be guaranteed to keep.

Still, Carlos nods; he needs this one thing to hold on to.

Gwyn slides in next to him, the space really too tight for the both of them, but none of them seem to care. Her eyes are shiny and her lips tremble as she tries to smile, even when it’s clear that, like him, she’s barely holding it together. And when she offers her hand, Carlos doesn’t hesitate to take it, gripping on tight as the doors slam shut and the ambulance starts up.

*

TK is awake by the time they’re let back to see him, thoroughly disoriented and clearly in extreme levels of pain. The doctors have put him on some non-opioid based medication, but it evidently doesn’t hold a candle to the stronger stuff, if the creases on TK’s face are anything to go by.

They’ve also given him a nasal cannula; yet another reminder of those long days when TK’s recovery had been anything but certain.

Carlos had been so relieved when TK had started to fight that day — he’d thought, naively, that they could only go up from there. And then the doctor had arrived, and she’d pulled him straight back down to Earth.

“This is a positive sign,” she’d said, in a tone that Carlos just knew meant a ‘but’ was to follow. “But the next few days are crucial. He is beginning to fight back, but the effort of waking up would have been immense, and it would have put significant strain on his heart. We’ll need to keep a careful eye on his vitals just in case he begins to backslide.”

Carlos can’t forget the terror those words had sent through him. The idea they could get this miracle, only for it to be snatched away just as quickly… It didn’t bear thinking about.

“How likely is that to happen?”

“It’s not impossible. His chances are significantly better than they were a couple of hours ago, but we need to wait and run a few more tests before getting too comfortable.”

But TK had proved them all wrong, and he had made it back to his old self.

Only, now… Well, TK may not have died, but it still feels like the miracle is fading in Carlos’s grasp.

It’s crueller this way, he thinks.

“How are you feeling, babe?” he asks, sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed. He reaches out and rubs TK’s hand — the one not immobilised — with his thumb, then gently brings it to his lips.

TK sighs and his eyes flutter shut, though the pained lines remain. “Tired.” A breath, and he moves the hand Carlos was holding to his chest, fingers brushing the edge of the bandage on his shoulder. “Hurts.”

“I know. I’m so sorry, baby.” Carlos retakes TK’s hand but he’s forced to look away as tears fill his vision. It’s not going to be long before the doctor walks through the doors to tell them TK’s prognosis, and he has no idea what he’s going to do if it’s bad news.

If TK isn’t going to get better this time…

Carlos won’t be able to handle it.

“Babe?”

Carlos immediately looks over at the sound of TK’s weak voice, brushing away his tears with his free hand. He knows neither that nor the wobbly smile he tries will do much to disguise his pain, but he’s just hoping that TK won’t be able to see it in his current condition.

But of course — of course — he’s wrong.

“Are… Are you okay?”

He strokes a hand over TK’s head and gently kisses his temple. “I’m fine,” he lies.

Carlos knows TK sees through him, but he’s spared the effort of arguing when Gwyn and Owen walk back into the room, followed by Doctor Patel. They both look drained, faces drawn as they come to flank TK, Owen giving Carlos a solitary pat on the shoulder.

Doctor Patel looks around at all four of them and sighs softly. “I have good news and bad news,” she says. “The bad news is that it seems TK’s heart suffered more damage than we originally thought. The results we’re seeing so far indicate that his EF number is significantly below normal, which means he’s at higher risk for heart failure, arrhythmias, future coronary problems… What happened today was a mild demonstration of this.”

“Mild?” Gwyn interjects, a sharp edge to her tone. “He collapsed, he—”

“Mom.” TK’s breath of a voice cuts her off and he squints up at her in something resembling reproach. “Let her talk.”

Doctor Patel smiles sympathetically at Gwyn. “I understand, Ms. Morgan. I imagine it will not be much comfort, but TK’s current state has more to do with his shoulder injury and the blood loss stemming from that. His collapsing is a concern, but it is in line with what we can expect to see with conditions such as his, though, of course, we will need to do more tests to determine the extent of the damage. In layman’s terms, what happened today was akin to a minor heart attack, but it could have been much worse.

“I advise you to proceed with great caution, Mr. Strand. Fortunately, the good news is there are treatment options we can pursue, but they’re not foolproof. Depending on what your results say, we may need to consider changes to your lifestyle.”

With that bombshell dropped, Doctor Patel nods at them and leaves the room. Carlos sighs and slumps in his chair as she goes, partly in relief that it wasn’t worse, and partly in despair that it could have been.

And, worse, still could be.

He holds TK’s hand between both of his and squeezes as tight as he can, as if, somehow, it will keep TK alive.

*

“I’m taking him to New York,” Gwyn announces on the day of TK’s discharge. They’ve all been sent out to the waiting room as the nurses run some final tests, and both Owen and Carlos turn to stare at her. Owen looks tired and there’s a tick in his jaw that speaks for the argument that’s soon to follow, while Carlos can’t summon up much more emotion than confusion and a surge of the worry that’s been lingering ever since TK first fell through the ice, if he’s being honest with himself.

Jonah, for his part, quietly continues trying to chew on Gwyn’s hair.

“I think it would be good for him,” she continues, expertly sweeping her hair away from Jonah and replacing it with a toy. “Besides, I have a contact in Manhattan, she’s the best cardiologist in the state and I think she should take a look at TK. I don’t trust the doctors here.”

Owen lifts his gaze to the ceiling in a gesture Carlos can only partially sympathise with. Owen hadn’t been here when the doctors had said there was nothing they could do, and a bitter, undoubtedly unfair, part of Carlos has to wonder if another doctor might have been able to. Plus, after all this, he really wouldn’t mind a second opinion on how TK really is. A third and a fourth, too; anything so long as he gets the reassurance he craves.

It’s the New York part Carlos is getting stuck on.

“Could we not just take him to another doctor here?” he puts in quietly, though he almost regrets it when Gwyn turns her gaze on him — he should really have learned by now that arguing with Gwyneth Morgan is not a good idea.

“It took the doctors here months to find out about this,” she says. There’s a sharpness in her look and tone that Carlos knows isn’t directed fully at him, but it’s still intimidating to be on the other end of. “TK could have died. I want to be certain that my son is going to get better this time, and I’d rather trust somebody I know than a stranger.”

“Gwyn,” Owen starts, “he’s… TK needs to rest. Is it really a smart idea to drag him across the country so soon after — everything?”

“It is if it means he lives,” she snaps, and, just like that, the argument is over. Carlos can read the defeat on Owen’s face as he sighs and slumps back in his chair, teeth worrying at his lip as he stares at the closed door to TK’s room.

“As long as he’s safe,” he agrees eventually, and Carlos can only nod.

As long as TK’s safe, he thinks he’d do anything.

*

TK is suspiciously quiet when they’re allowed back in to see him. He seems apprehensive at the thought of leaving the hospital, and he surprises everyone when he agrees to Gwyn’s plan without any protest. Carlos frowns at him, reaching out to rub his tight shoulders, though Owen beats him to the question.

“Son, are you okay? Did the doctors say something to you?”

TK’s eyes flick to his father, and his weary smile is less-than convincing. “No, I’m good, Dad. It’s… It’s nothing. I guess I just thought all this was over.”

Owen nods and runs his hand over TK’s head. “I know. I know, but you’ll be okay. Things will turn out, you’ll see.”

TK hums noncommittally, and even Carlos wishes he could borrow some of Owen’s apparently unfailing optimism. But he’s not going to make the mistake of being too positive again; they’d all done that once before, and look how it had turned out. 

He desperately needs to believe that TK is going to be okay, but he can’t think yet that there won’t be more surprises down the road. Really, Carlos is certain there will be.

He just hopes they won’t be as bad as this one.

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #gwyneth morgan #owen strand #lone star #911ls #fanfiction #my fanfiction #writing #my writing #usermaximus #userbones #userjillian #useream #tusersilence #tusererica #tuserjenny #usermbg #actuallysara #kirassunshine

[spencessmile]

My top five Tarlos scenes

Thank you for the tag @whenshereads & @guardian-angle22 !!

These are in no particular order btw

Tk waking up from his coma (3x04) .... !!!!!!!!!!!!!

2. The "welcome home, Tk" (3x04) Ugh, pls I have WAYYYY too many feelings.

3. The police station (1x03) I shouldn't even have to say anything about this.

4. i'll say hi. your Tk. I'm Carlos and we're soulmates. (4x16) SOULMATES? SOULMATES! I'm still in recovery from them murdering us

5. The dinner scene (3x13) Just chefs kiss to the growth and communication skills.

6. their lil engagement reveal to the 126 (3x18) they're so happy for them, it makes me all :)))) *cries in happy tears*

7. that 'if we don't make it / hey, hey I love you too' moment (2x12) It plays like a broken record

I cheated and added an extra two :) cause whyyy not.

no pressure tagging - @angeltk @annefraid @lonestardust @marjansmarwani @moviegeek03 @actuallysara @teeveeyou or anyone else who wants to join in.

#911 lone star #tag game #tarlos

[moviegeek03]

Hear Me Out Gabriel (Tarlos 4x18 coda)

3k | AO3

Summary: Carlos’s has been grappling with the idea of his father’s legacy. Does he follow in his footsteps and become a ranger? Does he stay in the job he always thought was right? Does he go for the detective job? With all the applications laid out before him, he doesn’t know what to do. Thankfully, his husband knows a thing or two about trying to live up to a father’s legacy.

Special thanks to @marjansmarwani and @lire-casander for encouraging and reading over this. Love you both for all the help and support with everything that’s been happening .

The loft was silent, eerily so. It was rarely like this. There was always noise. Car horns echoed up from the streets below. Neighbors downstairs shuffling about. People knocking and coming over, loud and excited. Hell, even the lizard in his cage usually let out soft sounds, his claws scratching against his glass.

But not tonight.

No.

Tonight was silent.

It was not welcome. There had been days in the past weeks where it would have been. When there were too many people coming and going. Too many worried faces knocking on the door. Too many muffled cries and sniffles. Too many condolences.

But not tonight.

He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. It came away damp. He hadn’t realized he’d started crying. He’d been too focused on the various papers and files in front of him. It was a familiar sight, yet very different tonight. He cleared his throat and poured another shot in his glass. It had been a gift. From someone. He didn’t remember who. There had been lots of gifts over the past month, for good and bad reasons.

He knocked the drink back, relishing in the burn. Tequila . Not his drink of choice. Not straight. Not like this. But it was someone’s favorite. Before. He poured more.

The papers stared up at him from the coffee table. He hadn’t been back in this spot in awhile. Not since the night he’d argued over what it would mean to be a Texas Ranger. And now, well, he was starting at the damn application. It felt like a standoff. It felt pointless. He sipped at his drink.

Continued on AO3

#tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #gabriel reyes #911 lone star #911 lone star fanfiction #tarlos fanfic #grief #episode coda #tk x carlos #moviegeek03 fanfiction #tarlos fic

[aceofwhump]

Can you recommend any good sickfics?

Sure can!

Lucifer

The Devil and the Flu by dino76 Summary: Shameless Lucifer fluff. Our favourite devil has an unpleasant encounter with something called “the flu”.

Precocious Parasite Oshii Summary: Lucifer eats something unwise and Chloe tends to him. When she has to leave, Trixie steps in and volunteers her services as resident physician. H/C, sick!Lucifer.

Thermophilic Bacteria by ElenaCee Summary: Lucifer manages to get sick, which leads to its own kind of reveal.

Nurse to the Devil by CastleMorningstar Summary: When Lucifer suddenly falls ill at a crime scene, Chloe takes it upon herself to make him better, with the help of Trixie

powering through by Oshii Summary: Sick!Lucifer, heedless of his fragile state, invites Chloe over to the penthouse to go over some missing links on a case. Things do not end well for him. Chloe sticks around to help him out. Emeto, h/c, nausea and back rubbing!

The King and the Taco Truck by Oshii Summary: For all his infernal splendor, Lucifer still falls victim to one of humanity's most troublesome grievances. Mazikeen, ever the faithful assistant, is there to pick up the pieces. AU!Lucifer, sick!Lucifer, emeto, mild H/C (mild because it's maze).

Thomas Barrow

The Illness dustnik Summary: Set in 1924. Thomas becomes very ill, and Andy is concerned.

A Little Help by Once_More_With_Feeling Summary: A missing scene from Season 5, episode 6, after Miss Baxter takes Thomas to see Dr. Clarkson.

Danny Williams

Chicken Soup for the Soul by MDJensen Summary: Danny's homesick, and sick sick. Chin's a good friend. Set soon after 1x08

Rising Temperatures by Candy_A Summary: Danny's bout of the flu leads the guys to discover that there may be something better than just soothing each other's pain.

Warmth by Nymaria Summary: Steve is falling in love. (How there is paperwork, a stage production of Wicked, Danny is sick with the flu, a murder case pops up, and Steve has to deal with feelings.)

Klaus Hargreeves

Sick of Pills by SheepShit Summary: Klaus is sick, Ben is trying to help, Diego is helping and Luther is absolutely no help

asset by painting Summary: As it turns out, "leave me alone, I'm sick" isn't an adequate deterrent when directed toward the living or the dead.

Malcolm Bright

Common Cold by Bowtiez Summary: Malcolm is not the kind of guy to admit when something's not right. And, well, something's not quite right. Gil's not the kind of guy to just ignore when one of his team members is not doing so good. Even Dani and JT can see something's going on with their profiler.

Mike Warren

Sick Mike Oneshots by Miss DiNozzo Summary: As a huge sickfic fan, I’ve really wanted to see more sick!Mike. So naturally I wrote a million stories about it.

Crowley (Good Omens)

Honour by DictionaryWrites2 Summary: Just a very small, sick!Crowley thing!

Eliot Waugh

Time is Limited; Love is Precious by clarapaget Summary: Eliot gets sick. It's been a few months since Arielle passed of a similar sickness and Quentin is on edge.

Chroma by kangamangus Summary: Set during A Life in the Day, Eliot gets sick and Quentin frets.

Illya Kuryakin

Something New by moviegeek03 Summary: Illya couldn't show weakness. No matter how much he hurt, or how bad that annoying cough got. He was the muscle for their team. He couldn't get sick. Right?

Russian Immunity by lovelydarkanddeep Summary: "I am Russian. Cold does not bother me. I do not want to deal with you getting sick because you have inferior immune system." Illya let's Gaby borrow his coat, but it seems even the Red Peril isn't immune to a common cold.

Too Bad by floral cactus Summary: Illya is sick, and of course he doesn't tell anyone until he ends up puking on the very nice, very expensive hotel carpet. Gaby/Illya one-shot.

Night Fever by PerilousCowboy Summary: Illya gets sick, but luckily his team is there to watch out for him. Shameless fluff.

Mon-El

Never Alone (or the one where Mon-El gets sick) by Write-To-You Summary: This was the first time Mon-El had gotten sick since he was 8. It brought back memories of Daxem, some welcome, most not. Because he was alone now. Or maybe he wasn't, and he just didn't know it yet.

John Sheppard

Nightcrawlers by coolbreeze1 Summary: Just a little self-indulgent whumping fic to get myself back into the writing habit. There's only the thinnest hint of an actual story here, so don't expect too much beyond sick!Shep...Not for the squeamish! Otherwise, no spoilers of any kind.

Killian Jones

Nightcrawlers by coolbreeze1 Summary: Just a little self-indulgent whumping fic to get myself back into the writing habit. There's only the thinnest hint of an actual story here, so don't expect too much beyond sick!Shep...Not for the squeamish! Otherwise, no spoilers of any kind.

Pale by SignoriaSickFic Summary: Set in the 6 weeks of peace in S4. Killian catches a nasty stomach bug and, feeling sick, fails to answer his phone. Enter a worried Emma who finds herself playing nursemaid to her indisposed pirate boyfriend. Warning: mentions of vomiting.

Killian is Sick by KatofDresden Summary: Sickfic! Killian Jones is a survivor, but that doesn't mean he can't be hurt. A series of oneshots where Hook is sick or injured. Lots of vulnerable Killlian and Captain Swan feels. And some angst. Suggestions welcome.

Silence by SlytherinElektra Summary: Spoilers for 3X20 Kansas. AU-ish. Sick Hook. After the drowning incident, Hook is more hurt than he lets on. The consequences of the trauma catch up to him dramatically. Whump, angst, Emma feels.

Cabin Fever by CSIBeauty Summary: When Emma goes to the Jolly Roger to question Hook about a recent theft in town she finds him in a less than healthy state. He refuses to leave the comfort of his ship leaving her no choice but to take care of him there. AU Sick!Hook NOW COMPLETE

Neal Caffrey

My HeroJosieStyleNeal is in need for a hero, because he is really sick. He wanted something that took away his pain. Peter and his wife helping the young man out, with soup, trashcans, and a lot of patience. Read, and make my day!

Neal's Sickness by PoeticJustice84 Summary: Neal comes down with a nasty bug and Peter and El have to nurse him back to health in this installment.

Sick Day by Stealth Dragon Summary: This is not the first time Peter had seen a sick Neal, but this is the first time he's had to deal with a sick Neal. Neal and Peter friendship. Poor sick Neal. Gen all the way, baby.

Neal's Sick Day by pineapple dreamer Summary: Neal's a bit under the weather. Just some random Neal whump. I do not own any of these characters.

Tony DiNozzo

This is Home by Emiliana Keladry Summary: Tony almost dies in a house fire and finds himself fighting a respiratory infection that his lungs aren't strong enough to take. He needs someone to take care of him while he's so very sick.

A Doctor's Love by Fictionnaire Summary: The DiNardo/Benoit life... Tony's body has trouble keeping up with the double life and becomes sick. Can Tony keep up the DiNardo persona while sick? And the Director's Conspiratal web grows. Warning! DiNozzo/Benoit pairing.

The Deepest Significance by bananacosmicgirl Summary: While working on a case, Tony gets sick but pretends nothing is wrong. When Gibbs sends Tony and Ziva out to track the possible murderer, things take a turn for the worse. Gibbs/DiNozzo, slash.

Riley Poole

In Sickness and in Health by Craic agus Ceol Summary: Oneshot, pre-NT1. Riley comes down with an illness. Ben is less than thrilled at the way he handles it.

Red Jello by Ryo314 Summary: Riley is sick. What more can you want?

#ask #whump #fanfics #mods fic recs #mod replies #sick #sickfics #fic recs

[welcometololaland]

Fic Rec Friday - Round Up Part 1

Thanks to everyone who participated this week - the theme was: rec a fic starting with the same letter as your name / username. I have a list below, but I only included ones people tagged me in or ones I could find from the #fic rec friday tag. If I've missed any, please let me know!

Please read at your own discretion. Heed tags and ratings on each individual fic. Keep yourself safe, friends!

Also PSA - the rec lists were super long this week so i'm so sorry if i have stuffed up a link or accidentally put someone in the wrong category!

911 Lone Star (Part 1) (needed to be split into 2 posts this week!)

(Fl)oral arrangements by Lolaland (me)

(It Can't Come) Too Soon by onionrings_andhoneymustard

A Chance Do Over by @lightningboltreader

A Clock Chimes Softly Twelve for Midnight by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

A Lack Of Color by @iboatedhere

all I know since yesterday (is everything has changed) by @strandnreyes

Among my stillness was a pounding heart by tailoredshirt

And They Were Roommates by Lolaland (me)

And This Is Romance, Let’s Dance by @rmd-writes

Back to You and Me by @three-drink-amy

Begged And Borrowed Time by @iboatedhere

By Your Side by @never-blooms

can i be close to you? by @catanisspicy

Cold Feet by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

come back, come back, come back to me by @irispurpurea

coming down (crossover with 911) by @taralaurel

damn the consequences by @morganaspendragonss

Delicate by paperstorm

Feels so good in my arms by lakeofshiningwaters

Find another dose by paperstorm

Fire Meet Gasoline by @howtosingit

Flashes of silver by @bellakitse

forever will never be long enough (with you) by falloutmars

Four Suits by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

got my heartbeat skipping by @unbreakablejemmasimmons

got real love maybe by @reyesstrand

gravitate towards you by @rafael-silva

hands are tied and clocks are ticking by @terramous

happens great, happens sweet by @reyesstrand

haunting by @morganaspendragonss

heartbeats by McRaider

hold me like you never lost your patience by @color-me-paranoid

I Don’t Have to Live Without You Anymore by @howtosingit

I promise that it's worth the risk by @marjansmarwani

i was made to keep your body warm by @bellakitse

I'll be here all the same by @strandnreyes

i’ll go on singing till i know you’ve heard by @maxbegone

i'm half-doomed (and you're semi-sweet) by @roseapothecary

if you're broken, I will mend you by honeysnapdragon

in the night (come alive) by @reyesstrand

Invisible String by paperstorm

It Beats for You by @basilsunrise

Just Coffee by @taralaurel

let me take your heart (love you in the dark) by @reyescarlos

Life, believe, is not a dream, so dark as sages say by @beautifulhigh

Life’s a Game of Inches by paperstorm

lit the spark (that set a fire) by @reyesstrand

love is like ghosts by @reyesstrand

Love is Pain by @moviegeek03

love me as if i were forever by @rmd-writes

love of my life by @colonoscopys

Lucky Dog by @lightningboltreader

Make the Yule Tide Gay by @rmd-writes

Man to Man by @carlos-in-glasses

My Home Beats in Your Chest by @justaswampdemon

meet me in the margins of an old cookbook by buckleyblueeyes

raise no liar by @blueink3

real or imagined, what does it matter? by @marjansmarwani

rehearsal by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

Requesting Immediate Backup by @chicgeekgirl89

Ritual by paperstorm

Rosa Mundi by @thevenstar

#fic rec friday #911 lone star #fic rec friday round up

[terramous]

fanfic friday saturday thanks for the tag maddie <3 @reyesstrand rules: share a fic you wrote that you are proud of! moodboard optional!

hold on tight, this ride is a wild one 9.0k

A sticky warmth, what he guessed was blood, dripped down the side of his face and caught in his hair as he stared up at the sky.  A deep navy sheet, sucking the light from the surroundings. Carlos didn’t think he’d ever seen the stars shine so brightly. He couldn’t move-- why couldn’t he move?

an older piece of mine but i was thinking about it today so here it is!!

no pressure tagging @crockettmarcel @marjansmarwani @trkstrnd @moviegeek03

#tag game

[marjansmarwani]

fanfic friday saturday

tagged by @reyesstrand and @terramous <33

rules: share a fic you wrote that you are proud of! moodboard optional!

I promise that it's worth the risk (24.2k)

aka The Amnesia Fic

This fic took me six months to write, I had at least two mental breakdowns while writing it, and I dropped out of the big bang event I was supposed to be writing it for. But in the end, I was really pleased with where it ended up.

I had a lot of fun figuring out all the technicalities and finding a way for TK and Carlos to come back together organically when starting from scratch, not to mention the fun of working through all the emotions and grief of losing the person you love the most on all levels but the physical. I wrote a line about TK leaving because it felt wrong mourning for Carlos while he was in the same room, and I love that kind of angsty shit.

no pressure tagging a few (but a little pressure because we should always brag about our stories): @justaswampdemon @moviegeek03 @kiras-sunshine @sunshinestrand @detectivecarlosreyes @liminalmemories21 @welcometololaland @doublel27 @djdangerlove

#tagged things #self fic rec #amnesia fic #911ls

[lire-casander]

i hear your name in every word i say

surprise! i bet you didn't expect me to post today, did you? well, @wtfuckevenknows @moviegeek03 and @laelipoo did (because you're such enablers and you know it!), but i wanted to keep this as much a secret and a surprise as i could because i didn't know whether or not i could be able to post this in time.

special thanks go to @morganaspendragonss and @de-ligts for the fastest beta-reading in the whole world. you guys rock!

if you're reading on a computer, please roll over the spanish texts to find the translation. if you aren't and need translation, please let me know and i will do my best to come back to you with it asap!

the title and quote from last part of this story come from hanson's song every word i say. but there are more songs by them that have inspired me to write this story, especially underneath, a song to sing, save me, never let go, and with you in your dreams. if you've been around long enough, you probably know by now that they're my comfort band, and they've got a song for every single emotion out there. name one emotion, i can easily quote a hanson song back at you.

you will also find quotes from ronen and rafael's exclusive interview with entertainment weekly.

i hope you enjoy reading this fic as much as i've enjoyed (and cried) writing it. i started this without having watched the finale, so at some point it might be a bit off, but no matter what, this is what i would have liked the wedding and the vows to go. just like i did a couple of years back, this story is written for me. i've tried to convey all i felt while watching this season, discovering new sides of my favorite characters and facing some things, such as grief and pain and self-growth alongside them. sometimes a person needs to do something that's deeply and intrinsically for themselves.

this is one of those times.

i love you all. thanks for being here with me this time around, and here's for another revolution around the sun!

i hear your name in every word i say

masterlist of fics here

sitting all alone in this place

even though we're here face to face

there is nothing gone

but there's something wrong

can't you see that i'm stuck here underneath

TK never thought he’d be in this situation on his wedding day. If he’s being honest with himself, four years ago he wouldn’t have even believed he was worthy of love, much less worthy of being loved so much that someone might want to tie the knot with him. But it’s not the wedding he’s worried about. They’ve postponed everything on Carlos’ request, and they will find another venue and another date that’s not so close to Gabriel’s passing, so it doesn’t hold bad memories for Carlos and his family. He knows Carlos asking for a bit of time and space doesn’t mean he doesn’t love TK anymore; he’s grown confident enough in the love they share to be aware of that. But there’s more to it than just Carlos dealing with his feelings, and TK can’t help it.

He’s worried about Carlos. That’s what true love, soulmate-level love, does to a person.

When there’s an illness, the family has some time to get used to the idea. Not to accept it, because nobody’s wired to accept death without fighting it. But the little time the illness grants gives a little perspective, precious minutes to say goodbye, to honor that person. But when death falls upon people like a stone thrown into a river, there’s no time for anything but crying, no space for anything but anger.

TK knows it well.

Carlos hasn’t been sleeping at all. TK gets it — when his mother passed, he’d fallen into unhealthier patterns than not sleeping. But it’s one thing not to sleep a wink at night and then fall asleep briefly on the couch, and a completely different thing to not want to sleep. Gabriel’s loss is still recent, merely hours, not even a full day; it’s expected that his family won’t be able to function properly yet. But Carlos’ attitude is different. Carlos isn’t just angry.

Carlos is plotting vengeance.

And it’s not that TK doesn’t get it. He does; oh, boy, does he. It’s that he knows the toll it will take on Carlos’ soul — Carlos, who has never intentionally harmed anyone, is now planning an intervention, thinking about going full Rambo on some suspect they’re not even sure is the one behind the shooting. TK doesn’t know how to help his fiancé without causing more damage that could probably be permanent. He’s aware of the stubbornness of grief and the insanity of mourning.

Neither suits Carlos, but TK can’t do anything about it without breaking the trust that he’s promised to keep.

keep reading on ao3

#lire's 40 to the 40s #offically 40 #woah i'm old #tarlos #tk strand/carlos reyes #carlos reyes/tk strand #andrea reyes #tk strand #carlos reyes #angst #mentions of grieving #mentions of death #spoilers for season 4 #spoilers for s04e17 #spoilers for s04e18 #911ls #911 ls #911 lone star #happy birthday to me!

[tarlosweeklyprompts]

List #2! Find list #1 here! (I had to break the list into two because Tumblr wouldn't let me post 100 fic rec lists in one post)

To celebrate reaching 100 followers I've compiled a list (with the help of others) of 100 Tarlos Fic Recs. This is just a way to say thank you to all the lovely people who follow this blog, participate in the prompts, and give shout outs to various writers for their lovely works! This took a lot longer to put together than I thought it would but it was so worth it!

The numbering of the fic's is a way to keep track that there are 100 fic's on this rec list and that is it's only purpose.

Thank you to everyone who helped me gather fic's, who sent in recommendations to be added, and to the lovely authors for creating these wonderful masterpieces.

Remember you are responsible for your own media consumption. Make sure to read tags and warnings.

62. Educating Mateo by @thebumblecee

63. personal by rosetterer on AO3 (if you have a tumblr let me know and I will link it)

64. Knight in Shining Armor by @doublel27

65. Blood on the tracks, fire in the hills by thenorthface on AO3 (if you have a tumblr let me know and I will link it)

66. This Love We Carry by @thevenstar

67. First Responder Says by @alilypea

68. Into the Woods by @moviegeek03

69. You Got Any Metal in Your Body I Need to Know About? By @basil-sunrise

70. I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. By lydiamxrtin on AO3 (if you have a tumblr let me know and I will link it)

71. let go and i'll hold you up by Krissyloowhoo on AO3 (if you have a tumblr let me know and I will link it)

72. Half agony, half hope by @goodwaysihope

73. Let Me by brouiller on AO3 (if you have a tumblr let me know and I will link it)

74. hands to myself by falloutmars on AO3 (if you have a tumblr let me know and I will link it)

75. The Ride Along by @goodwaysihope

76. Johnny Cash (Man in Black) by  @gothruthestars2

77.  Curveball by @bellakitse

78. for you, i’d fall by @chaotictarlos

79. Life, believe, is not a dream, so dark as sages say by  @beautifulhigh

80. Now my heart is in your hands by @noxsoulmate

81. quédate un segundo más by @morganaspendragonss​

82. To Love You Through Color by  DjDangerLove  on AO3 (if you have a tumblr let me know and I will link it)

83. Wrapped Around His Fingertip by  R_E_R6  on AO3 (if you have a tumblr let me know and I will link it)

84. down to your bones by author unknown

85. All the Time in the World by  holyfudgemonkeys (erraticallyinspired)  on AO3 (if you have a tumblr let me know and I will link it)

86. When I grow up I want one just like....... by  Lisa_Kate  on AO3 (if you have a tumblr let me know and I will link it)

87. if something's wrong you can count on me by @morganaspendragonss​

88. through sames of am through haves of give by @liminalmemories21​

89. I'll hold you closer than my skin and my blood by @ravens-words​

90. The Hook Up by  Araloth  on AO3 (if you have a tumblr let me know and I will link it)

91. Are We a We is it Just a You and a Me? by @ramblingdisaster73​

92. The Holiday by @flickerthenflare​

93. When Tyler Met Carlos by @bubblesandroses8​

94. Do Not Say It Crawled! by @velvet-ink​

95. covered in your blood, it's ritualistic by @mooshkat​

96. People keep asking for my address and I keep handing them your name by @beautifulhigh​

97. We’re the fire, we’re the glow by @sarcasticslothy​

98. History Repeated by AShortWalkToDelinquency and @donthateme01​

99. 5 Times TK Cooked for Carlos and 1 Time They Cooked Together by  ElfinNevermore17  on AO3 (if you have a tumblr let me know and I will link it)

100. sudden desire by @reyescarlos​

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