Random thing that isn’t worth talking about but I love the image of TK rooting around his dad’s desk to look for gum. (Which is how he found out about Owen’s cancer)
You know they try to maintain professional boundaries at work. TK calls him “captain”. Owen holds him to the same standards.
But he’s allowed in his dad’s office when Owen’s not there to search for candy. It’s just cute. And proves at the end of the day, no matter where, he’s his daddy’s boy.
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She's not coming home
Paring(s): TK Strand x sister! Reader, Carlos Reyes x best friend! Reader, Owen Strand x daughter! Reader, the 126 x reader
Genre: angst, sad
Warning(s): Blood, character death, crying, guns, getting shot
Word bank: Y/N- your name
Summary: You get seriously injured out on a call with Carlos and he's the one who has to tell TK and Owen that you didn't make it.
Notes: Hiii, just a heads up this is kinda rushed and bad and I have no idea why I wrote it but yea hope u enjoy anyway.
"T-this is office Reyes, my partners been shot and s-shes losing too much blood. I need a ambulance right now!"
The call was nothing but a noise complaint. It just some teenagers having a party and had their music up too loud. So, how did it get like this? The thought kept running through Carlos's head, as he desperately tried to stop the blood from gushing out of your chest.
Your uniform was now covered in deep, red blood. Your blood. You stared blankly at Carlos, as he kept trying to keep you awake, but you were slowly losing the battle. "C-carlos..." Your voice was so small and quite, Carlos just barley heard it.
"Shhh, save your energy. The ambulance should be here soon, ok? So, just keep your eyes open" Carlos's voice was breaking with each word. Saltly tears run down both his face and yours but everytime he tried to blink them away, more just kept coming.
"...Carlos... P-please tell TK and my d-dad that I love them..." You asked, practically begging him. "No, no, no... your gonna tell them yourself, ok? Don't say stuff like that, your gonna live, Y/N" Carlos's voice was stern but if looked into his eyes you could easily see the fear in them.
The ambulance siren could be heard in the distance. "You hear that? Their coming. Everything's going to be okay" Carlos whispered, but you couldn't even hear those few words. Everything was going black. Your battle would soon end.
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Carlos stood in the waiting room of the hospital, frozen. He had blood all over him; on his face, on his clothes, everywhere from head to toe. He glanced down at his hands that's haven't stopped shaking since the incident. They were covered in blood. His best friends blood.
A older nurse, probably around 30-40 came up to him and asked if he was already since he had blood all over him. He just looked at her blankly before shaking his head no. She just gave him a small, sad smile before pointing towards the bathroom, so he could clean up.
Carlos stared at himself in the mirror, before slowly turning on the tap. His eyes welled up with tears again as the blood slowly come off his skin. He watched helplessly as the blood went down the sink, washing away into sewers.
Carlos's heart was ripping into a million pieces just as the thought of her blood washing away into nothing. It pained him. He took a couple deep breathes before leaving the bathroom, so he could make the call. The call no one ever wants to make.
He slowly pulled his phone from his pocket, and stared at TK's name. A million emotions filled his head as he brought his shaking finger to the call button. It rang a couple of times before TK's voice could be heard.
"Babe? Is everything okay?"
Carlos took one final deep breathe before he answered. He's voice breaking even more than before. "TK.... something happened... a-and I need you and Owen to come down to the h-hospital"
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"CARLOS!"
The said man, looked up at the sound of his boyfriends voice calling his name. He stood up from his spot and wiping his hands slowly on his pants. TK pulled him into a hug before pulling away. "Are you okay? What happened? Is Y/N is okay?" TK asked, barley giving Carlos time to speak.
"I- I...." Carlos took a deep breath before continuing. "We were out on a noise complaint call about some teenagers throwing a party but w-when we got there, some drunk kid pulled a gun out and she... Y/N jumped in front of me a-and..."
"And what Carlos? What happened to my daughter?" Owen's voice cut through the silence, tears threatening to fall.
"I-I'm so, so sorry" The tears Carlos had been trying to hold back, finally fall, rolling down his skin. TK choked on a sob before falling to his knees, screaming and crying for his loss sister.
Carlos bent down to TK's level and pulled him into his arms, rocking him back and forth, trying to smooth his broken boyfriend. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't protect her"
Owen just stood still in the same spot, tears falling slowly down his cheeks. He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't. His little girl, his baby girl was gone. Owen could hear his sons broken crys but he was too forced on his fallen daughter.
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Thank you lovely and amazing @paperstorm and @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and @heartstringsduet for the tag! ❤️ 🧡 💛
Please have some melancholy Owen and young TK trying to make it all better in my 3x08 coda, coming soon-ish.
Owen is standing by the window. He’s got as far as pulling up a pair of jeans, but still has on the green tank top he wore to bed. The bed is unmade – this is unusual. Owen is strict about a tidy room. Sometimes he’ll make TK’s bed for him while TK is still in it. He’ll put on a silly, deep voice and boom, “I’m not the monster under your bed…I’m the monster who makes your bed!” and TK will scream with delight.
TK stares at the messy sheets that look like lumpy rainclouds, and plods over to his dad. Through this window, they can see a gap in the cityscape that is now filled with a huge hunk of blue sky, which isn’t bright and beautiful so much as ashy and desolate. TK knows that his dad’s other family died in the space that the blue sky fills.
It’s warm again today – the apartment is stuffy. TK would like Owen to open a window, but Owen explained yesterday that they have to keep windows shut for a while. The air over the city is still full of particles that shouldn’t be breathed in – all sorts of melted plastics, paper dust, glass dust, asbestos. Everywhere you turn, white ash lingers. Some of it is impacted and collected on sidewalks like light snowfall. Owen doesn’t even want TK going to the park. He’s worried about the drinking water, though already has a filter they keep in the refrigerator. He’s worried for other people. He always worries about other people.
Owen wipes his eyes. They’re wet underneath and shiny – TK only just noticed. He stares up at his dad wide-eyed, his jaw going slack. When Owen sees him gawping, it actually makes him laugh a little. He strokes TK’s hair.
“I’m okay,” he whispers with a rasp. His voice has not been right these past few days.
TK curls away from Owen’s touch and decides he ought to be helpful, here. He picks up one of Owen’s very plush pillows and starts thumping it with his fists to fluff it up.
“Can I be the monster who makes the bed?” TK asks, grinning goofily at Owen with his new front teeth coming through – the left at a faster rate than the right.
“Of course you can, baby,” Owen says, although can only watch his son at work for a moment before he’s enticed back to the view of Lower Manhattan. He doesn’t look at TK again until the bed is made.
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Including TK having an obsession with Teen Wolf in the last installment of TLM got me thinking about how similar Stiles and Noah are to TK and Owen.
Chaotic, sarcastic, accident-prone sons and their first responder single fathers who are constantly like "Can you please slow down???"
Also, the fact that Owen threw himself into work after 9/11 and Naoh threw himself into alcohol/work after his wife died. Yet they rebuilt their bond with their crazy ass sons.
TK & Stiles also exclusively go by cool nicknames, and you rarely hear their full name. (In Stiles' case, we only heard it once.)
TK is also canonically gay. And while Stiles never officially came out...we all knew...
Like, I feel Stiles is very much what TK was probably like as a teenager (minus the werewolf stuff).
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