#tk strand fic

[poledancingghostson]

Been a while! I wrote a TK Begins fic!

Here's a lil preview:

TK’s first stint in rehab comes halfway through his senior year. His mom finds the pills in his underwear drawer. He comes home to Gwyn, Owen and Enzo sitting earnestly in the living room, a small bag of oxy on the coffee table in front of them.

“They aren’t mine,” he tries. “Why were you searching through my room?” He tries, too.

It’s hard to argue with a lawyer.

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[strandnreyes]

lovesick

E // 70k // emergency room au

Halfway through his residency, Carlos needs to get out of Texas. New York City is as good as he could ask for and somehow more than he can dream of when he meets his new coworkers.

TK is content with his life. He’s an experienced EMT with a good group of friends, but when a new doctor shows up in the emergency room, TK starts to think about what he’s been missing.

Through sharing patients, relieving stress after shifts, and leaning on each other on the particularly hard days, TK and Carlos find themselves freefalling into something new, which might be the biggest lifesaver of all.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

thank you @lightningboltreader for beta-reading!!

[andthenshesaid-write]

Do Not Go Gentle

Rated M

TK and Carlos have been vampire hunting partners for four years, operating out of Station 126 in Austin. When Carlos gets bitten on an assignment and turns into a vampire himself, they both know he’ll never be allowed to live if the rest of the 126 finds out.

They go on the run, setting off across the country to find some old friends who might be able to help Carlos come to terms with his new reality. Along the way, Carlos struggles with what being a vampire means, and TK with how to help him, and with no one left to count on, the pull they’ve always felt towards each other only grows stronger.

Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13

Epilogue

[guardian-angle22]

911: Lone Star | Carlos & Marjan Parallels ↳ "Sometimes she hates how similar they are. How well he understands her, despite coming from completely different cultures. Carlos knows her true fears and motivations because they’re the same as his. She can’t bullshit him like she can with pretty much everyone else." - Something Inside You Is Feeling Like I Do by @lemonlyman-dotcom

[cas-kingdom]

Hii!

How about “Why are you mad?” for 911 Lonestar? I loveeee how you write Owen💛

A/N: It just seemed right to stick Judd in here.

“Why are you mad at me? Just—try to lie still and breathe.”

“I am breathing. If I wasn’t, I would be dead.”

T.K. chuckled, shrugging in defeat. “Okay, well, just relax, and—ow! Y/N, don’t hit me!”

“Don’t tell me to relax!”

“This isn’t my fault!”

It hadn’t really been a hit, more of a feeble slap at his shoulder. Sat on the floor of the fire station’s gym, one stretched-out leg bent at an awkward angle, you didn’t have much energy to do more than that. Still, your brother hadn’t expected it, sat beside you with his medical bag open beside him, helping you.

You groaned and fell backwards, resting your head on the cool ground and covering your eyes with your forearms. “I know,” you said, “it’s Judd’s. But he’s too far away for me to hit.”

Judd, who had been lingering silently a couple feet away from the bickering Strand siblings, unsure really when and how to intervene but strongly feeling a duty to stay, tossed his arms up in protest. "Wha—hey, now! Why’s it my fault?”

You turned your glare, thick with accusation, irritation, and no small amount of pain, to the older firefighter. “You broke my leg, Judd!”

“I didn’t break—"Judd stopped, his eyes darting to T.K, voice suddenly hesitant. "She’s not broken it, T.K., has she?”

“Nah, her kneecap's just dislocated.”

You didn't feel like your kneecap was just dislocated.

Judd nodded once in assurance, crossing his arms over his chest. "See? And I didn’t dislocate your knee, little lady. So, you can stick your sass where the sun don’t shine!”

“I got him! I got him! I got Cap!” Mateo came sprinting into the gym, practically skidding around the corner, his breathing coming in panicked gasps. Behind him, Owen was just as fast, appearing in the door with terrified concern etched across his face.

“What happened?” he demanded, his eyes scanning the room.

You, T.K., and Judd stared right back at him, like deer in headlights.

Judd turned to Mateo. “What the hell did you tell him, Chavez?”

Mateo’s jaw dropped. “That—that she broke her leg.”

“Oh, sweet Jesus—”

“She’s not broken her leg, Dad,” T.K. assured Owen as he came to kneel beside his kids. “It's a minor dislocation. I can set it in a moment. So you can cancel the 9-1-1 you’ve probably sent Tommy and Nance. I’ve got this, I promise.”

Owen reached out to push your braid over your shoulder. “You alright, Sunshine?”

“No. My leg hurts and I hit T.K. and now he's gonna snap my leg back in place like I'm jenga.”

Owen smiled. Trust his daughter to be more upset about the fact she’d hit her favourite person in the world than the agony in her leg.

“How’d you even manage this?” he asked as T.K. rubbed your back, no apology necessary.

Judd was quicker to intercept this time, rushing forward before you could accuse him once again. “Captain, I’ma be the first to admit, I may have stuck my leg out when Y/N was passin’, ‘cause she called me a headless pigeon with a Texan accent, which I don't even know what that means—”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing, even more so when Owen quirked an eyebrow in your direction.

“—and, yeah, she damn near flew over my leg, but—but! T.K. says she ain’t broken anything, just dislocated. And, you know, it could—well, it could be worse.”

“I do not accept that apology,” you said. “And you are a headless pigeon with a Texan accent, so you better bring me five tubs of Ben and Jerry’s later while I recover, else I’m changing your contact name in my phone. And everyone else's."

Lone Star Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

[carlos-in-glasses]

Butterflies

26k, E. Now complete and on Ao3.

As TK and Carlos embrace parenthood together, moving into a new house coincides with the second anniversary of Gabriel’s death, and both Carlos and Jonah are struggling with their sleep. But there’s another second anniversary coming up – and one sleepless night, Carlos finds inspiration through Jonah for how to celebrate two years married to TK.  

Chapter 1 - Lullaby: While Carlos, TK and Jonah settle into their new house, an unresolved issue involving his dad begins to surface for Carlos - and Chief Bridges is on his mind too.

Chapter 2 - Dreamers: A sleepy Carlos reflects on the times TK has given him butterflies, the decision to adopt Jonah, and the downfall of Chief Bridges – and how everything is linked.

Chapter 3 - Lamplight: When Carlos wakes from a nightmare involving Bridges and Gabriel, both TK and Jonah help him in their different ways – and Carlos recalls telling his mom the truth about Bridges.

Chapter 4 - Porchlight: TK and Carlos' second wedding anniversary arrives, and Carlos finds peace with his family in an imperfect but beautiful world.

Carlos stands still, shakes his head. “Carlos?” “I get it,” Carlos says, smiling as his eyes well with tears, silvery in the low winter sunlight. “I’m the one who needed to get it. It was me.” “Get what?” TK looks at him quizzically. “Baby?” Carlos lets out a breathy laugh, gazes back at him with wonder as a tear slips down his cheek. “Baby–” TK brushes the tear away with his thumb and keeps his hand on Carlos’ cheek. “What did you need to get?” Carlos takes a deep breath, leans into TK’s hand. “Where all this love comes from,” he says. TK chuckles. “What do you mean?” “Baby. I want us to adopt Jonah. I’m ready.”

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[alrightbuckaroo]

devour me

de·vour [ dih-vou-uhr, -vou-er ]: to consume destructively, recklessly, or wantonly or kinktober prompt fills

one - seven

eight - fourteen

fifteen - you like what you see

sixteen - such a tease

seventeen - let your body talk

eighteen - protect and serve

nineteen - warm me up

twenty - love is blind

Though he’s been left to linger in the dark, he’s found comfort in it. He’s not just at Carlos’ mercy, under his control, he’s taken care of. He doesn’t have to consider anything because Carlos is taking care of everything, of him. That same haze from before is back, descending upon him and soaking into his pores. His body willingly collapses, falling against the man behind him. His hips rush to meet his husband’s hand, whimpers bleeding through the gag every now and then.  “Fuck,” Carlos utters into his ear, his hand picking up speed. “I just know your eyes look so fucking hot right now, all glassy and wide,” He nips at the tender skin of TK’s neck before finishing with, “On the edge of tears.” 

All the thanks in the world to @herefortarlos for beta reading this not so little collection ❤️

[henrygrass]

The Widow's Bite

TK and Carlos' peaceful life is shattered when a figure from Carlos' past reemerges, thrusting them into unknown danger. Sam and Carlos team up to safeguard what matters most from the looming threat, while TK and Ashlyn watch over their families, aware that danger lurks around every corner.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Final Chapter

[carlossreaders]

something worth waiting for

M // 60k // 6/6; complete // canon divergence

After one of his children suffer a health scare, Carlos Reyes is forced to be in close proximity to his ex husband, TK Strand. He finds himself confronted by feelings that he shoved far down bubbling back up inside of him, threatening to spill over.

Or, the divorced tarlos co-parenting fic that nobody asked for, but I decided to write.

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chapter one // chapter two // chapter three

chapter four // chapter five // the epilogue

[passionwillow]

POV: You’re dating Judd Ryder

[strandnreyes]

underneath

co-written with @paperstorm 💛

E // canon-compliant // updates tuesdays

Carlos’ experience in the bedroom isn’t that extensive, but he knows what he likes and he knows what he’s good at. That changes when his soulmate enters the equation. Through his relationship with TK, Carlos opens up his mind and his body, and finds that sometimes it just takes the right person.

Or, The Bottom Carlos Chronicles

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

[welcometololaland]

happy birthday @strandnreyes <3

Saved the (Wrong) Date

911 Lone Star | 2,800 (ish) | M | TK and Carlos

“You told me your birthday was the twenty-first of June!” TK protests, his voice reaching an unnatural and extremely embarrassing pitch. “I told you it was the twenty-first of July,” Carlos corrects, clearly enjoying himself as he throws a thumb over his shoulder. “But we can go upstairs and check my birth certificate if you'd like?” OR An accidental mix-up leads to (un)intended consequences.

pls forgive any and all errors, i didn't get this beta read and i haven't written a tarlos fic in ages 💜

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[guardian-angle22]

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

[heartstringsduet]

In the meadow - artwork for my fic A Few Moons Ago 🌙

[carlos-in-glasses]

My Sweet Boy, You Can't Stop Time ✨

14.5k, T. Now complete and on Ao3.

Happy belated birthday @thisbuildinghasfeelings! I'm so happy to share this fic as part of the Three Men and a Dog Series alongside @lemonlyman-dotcom's lovely Raspberry Candy Cane, Blue Tonuges in Summer Rain. I hope you like it as much as I like you! Which is a lot. 🩷

After Sam Campbell is hospitalized during a bust gone wrong, a guilt-filled Carlos eagerly agrees that he, TK and seven-year-old Jonah will look after the Campbells’ dog, Ruby. But when a thunderstorm scares Ruby and she runs away, Jonah goes after her – and suddenly TK and Carlos find themselves in a living nightmare where both dog and kid are missing.

“Hug me ‘till I pop,” Carlos whispers.

Jonah is instantly delighted to have been given a special task, and hugs Carlos with a small roar. Carlos pretends to struggle, rocking Jonah as if to fling him before whisper-shouting, “Ahhh….BOOM!”

It’s the least dramatic popping he’s ever done because they’re in public, but it’s enough to make Jonah giggle and snuggle him for real. Bringing his face out of Jonah’s silky hair, Carlos catches eyes with TK. TK is at the vending machine, buying Carlos a granola bar and Jonah some strawberry PopTarts for the ride home. The way TK returns Carlos’ gaze from across the room makes him feel like he could melt into the floor. It’s a look of longing, admiration, sorrow, desire, all in one. Nobody, Carlos thinks, can have a whole conversation through his eyes like TK Strand-Reyes can, and nobody except Carlos knows exactly what to say in response with his own.

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2

Thank you for reading ❤️

[alrightbuckaroo]

a pretty good team

a 5x09 coda inspired by this post brought to us by the big beautiful brains of @strandnreyes and @tellmegoodbye <3

"What are you trying to hide?" TK asks as Carlos slows the truck down, stopping at a red light. TK goes to adjust the volume but Carlos grabs his hand in his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

"What do you mean trying?" Carlos asks after pulling his lips away, rubbing his thumb over the ridges. 

"So you are hiding something," TK points out and his heart flutters as a flush spreads throughout his husband.

Carlos smiles to himself. He's been caught. "How about we grab a bite?"

--

"Boba is barely a bite," TK jokes before dodging Carlos' straw wrapper. "Though, I can't help but notice you brought us back to where we sat down and first talked about, "us "."

"You remember that?" Carlos asks, despite already knowing the answer. He knows this relationship has been a mix of give and take, push and pull; but he loves the moments where he learns TK was crazy about him during the early days too.  

"I remember everything about you," TK explains, reaching out a hand and rubbing his thumb against the back of Carlos’ large, doting hand. Carlos wants the whorls of TK's fingertips stitched onto him. "For a moment, the memories were all I could come home to."

TK’s voice trails off at the recollection before he’s holding a steady gaze with Carlos’ brown eyes. Big, brown and beautiful, just like the night they first met and fell in love. He reminds himself, the man in front of him is coming home. He’s coming home again, and again, and again, and again. 

"TK," Carlos starts, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry. There's a tremble in his heart; but it's a good one. One that he didn't place there himself, but one that's so organically innate. It's the same one he felt when he started reading his vows.

"The last time we were here, all those years ago, even then, all I could think about was how I had all of these feelings." He continues, starting to recount the day like it's not imprinted on his mind. "Feelings for you, for what I wanted us to be, for what we could have been."

For a brief moment, TK allows the past to eclipse the present. He allows himself to remember how he first felt during Carlos' confession. How he wanted to fold in on himself because he didn't think he'd earned such unadulterated adoration.

Carlos clears his throat, and reaches across the table for TK's left hand. He runs his thumb over his ring, absentmindedly. TK smiles to himself, remembering that he is worthy. Carlos always reassures him of that, even when he doesn't realize it.

"It's been years, but baby," Carlos squeezes his hand, just slightly. His eyes are cast downwards. "I still have all of these feelings. For you, for what we are," He looks up. "For what we will be."

"Baby," TK croons, squeezing Carlos' hand back. His voice is tender, affectionate, and knowing. Carlos falls back in his seat, though keeps his fingers interlocked with TK's.

"You already know what I'm going to say, don't you?" He asks with a chuckle.

"Maybe," TK teases, his plush lips pulling apart to show the gleam of his smile. "But act like I don't anyways."

Carlos smiles before it slightly dims, his thumb still rubbing over the ring; reminding him he’s real. "During my time in the hospital, I kept thinking about the day my dad died," He begins, blinking away a muted burn. "For so long, all I could think about was the day I lost him."

"It wasn't until my third cherry jello that I realized he wasn't the only one I lost that day. I lost myself, and eventually parts of us," Carlos can feel that burn return, feeling ten times stronger. "For the first time in my life, something was missing and I had to reconcile with the fact that it wasn't just you."

"Though this isn't the way I wanted to go about it," He continues. "I finally know what it feels like to have a relationship with my father; to understand what it means to be his son."

With red-rimmed eyes and watery smile, he says, "I don't want to rob Jonah of something like that."

"Oh baby," TK ushers the pet name through a loving, and devoted sigh.

"I, I know I was scared before," Carlos offers, wanting to acknowledge how they last left this. "a-and I can't fully promise that I'm not a bit scared now, but this really smart, sexy guy I know said that might just be the risk of letting love in."

"Hm, tell me more about this smart, sexy guy," TK flirtatiously jokes as he leans across the table and plants a kiss on his husband's lips.

"Oh he's the best," Carlos continues, brown eyes shining. "Kind, funny, patient, understanding."

"Sounds like he's a keeper," TK rallies, falling back into a rhythm that he's missed the sound of.

"He is," Carlos agrees with haste. He grabs both of TK's hands into his, Boba forgotten and feelings flushing through. "I know there's a lot that goes into a big change like this, but I want to make this change with you, for him."

TK is silent for a beat, but his eyes give him away. They're dancing with joy and brimming with pride. Pride for his husband, but pride for himself. For giving himself a future he never thought would be possible.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," TK offers. "You know that right?"

"Maybe," Carlos teases back. "But I'll always pretend like I don't if it means I get to hear you say it."

"Baby I'll tell you as many times as you want to hear it," TK promises and God, it sounds like a promise. One that's unbreakable.

Carlos smiles and kisses TK once more. He frees both of their hands and takes a sip of his drink, pushing out a sigh before saying, "We're about to be in over our heads, aren't we?"

"Oh yeah," TK agrees. "It's okay though, we make a pretty good team."