#911 lone star

[whatsintheboxmh]

Artwork for the Fic:

all of my wildest dreams just end up with you and me

Commission for Rachel@sznofthesticks♡thank you!

Made for this artwork♡

Romance Novel cover

TK's socks pattern

[911podficfest]

9-1-1 Podfic Fest - Calling all authors!

Thank you to all of those who have already submitted their fics!

For those who haven't, if you're willing to offer up blanket permission for your fics to our podficcers to choose from, please let us know by reblogging this post! We're trying to get as broad of a selection as we can!

You'll have until May 20th to reblog, and then reblogs will be turned off!

If you would like to fill out the form instead or you only have specific fics you'd like to throw into the pot, you can do that here!

There is no guarantee a fic of yours will be chosen, but trying is always better than not! Who knows, maybe you’ll end up with a nice surprise!

Reminder that this is for both 9-1-1 and 9-1-1: Lone Star!

Happy Friday! And have a good weekend!

[tkstrandreyes]

Rafael Silva via Instagram Stories - April 25, 2024.

[up-consumer-author]

https://donna-982.ludgu.top/xp/JVnqT5K

[sznofthesticks]

thanks for the tags @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @nancygillianmvp @terramous you’re all queued 🧡

He slowly stood up from the flimsy plastic chair and left the room. He took the five flights of stairs to avoid the crowds of people leaving the meeting, when in actuality there were only about six of them. He couldn't face them, even if they were strangers. He walked out to his car and slumped into the driver’s seat and let out a guttural sob.

Everywhere he went, he saw his dad. He saw him at the grocery store. He saw him at the dinner table when he visited his mother. He saw him on the street. He saw him at the farmer’s market. He even saw his blood in the entryway of their house, even though that had to be impossible right? They replaced the floorboards. He was losing it, he thought to himself as the burning tears ran down his cheeks.

He looked down at his hands, which were turning stark white from gripping the steering wheel with immense force, stopping at the reflection of light on his ring. TK. That’s why he’s doing this, and he’s all he wants right now. He should have let him come. He hated being alone right now.

He started the car and made the drive home that felt agonizingly long.

no pressure tagging: @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @reyesstrand @literateowl @chicgeekgirl89 @alidravana

@lemonlyman-dotcom @kiwichaeng @strandnreyes @safeaswrites @zitasempri

@honeybee-taskforce @bonheur-cafe @welcometololaland @alrightbuckaroo @whatsintheboxmh

@herefortarlos @my-little-tilly @fallout-mars @carlos-tk @jeysbvck

@sugdenlovesdingle

@firstprince-history-huh @your-catfish-friend @vineofroses @mikibwrites @paperstorm

@lightningboltreader @ladytessa74 @sanjuwrites @thisbuildinghasfeelings and open tag :)

[thisbuildinghasfeelings]

After a brief hiatus from fic recs, we are BACK!

To make up for what we've missed, this week we are going to be focusing on fic recs from the first SIX EPISODES of season 3:

3x01 The Big Chill, 3x02 Thin Ice, 3x03 Shock and Thaw, 3x04 Push, 3x05 Child Care, 3x06 The ATX Files.

Here are this week's prompts:

Ice storm arc!

The 126 separated

Marjan being a badass

PUSH--the coma, the wakeup, the "hey baby, breathe," the aftermath that the show didn't have time to give us so our wonderful fic writers had to craft it for themselves, etc.

Detective Carlos Reyes

Tommy coping with her husband's death

Judd becoming a father to Charlie/Judd becoming a father to Wyatt

Rules:

Every week there will be a different prompt, and everyone is encouraged to share a fic (or a few!) recommendation that meets the prompt and tag a few fic-reading friends. The game can be played all week, so no pressure to post right away. Please feel free to use the banner above, to make your own, or to not use one at all!

Finally, please use the tag ‘Rewatch Read-Along Week 17’ and at the end of the week @911lonestarrewatch will post the link to the tag for the comprehensive list of fic recs!

Thanks to @guardian-angle22 for the banner!

Here are my recs:

Chapter 2 of The Center of the Maze by @carlos-in-glasses

Obviously I highly recommend the entire fic, but Chapter 2 is the part that deals specifically with what we're focused on this week. A heartbroken Carlos sobbing on the side of the road...is there a sadder image?? 😭

Seven Ways (Back to You) by @welcometololaland

An amazing series made up of 7 fics that deal with TK and Carlos finding their way back together in far more depth than the show could have ever given us!

Half agony, half hope and Coming and going by @goodways

The first is a wonderful Push coda filled with yearning and love and sweetness and making up and MAKING UP 😏, while the second is a truly delightful fic occurring in the aftermath of TK's coma where, as Shannon so aptly puts it in the summary "TK and Carlos boink so hard that TK passes out." I couldn't choose between the two, so I'm reccing both!

all my blood for the sweetness of his laugh by @alrightbuckaroo

Carlos reflecting on what he missed about TK while they were apart and how much he likes TK's laugh. Carlos' joy at making TK laugh is always one of my favorite things!

My Family, More or Less by @lightningboltreader

Carlos coming home to TK and telling him about his eventful night helping Katie get reunited with her parents...with a little help from his father-in-law more or less!

Learning, relearning by @fallout-mars

A really beautiful little fic a few weeks post-coma, with TK and Carlos so in love and so happy to be back together.

Tagging some fic readers who might have recs to share:

@lemonlyman-dotcom @paperstorm @carlos-in-glasses @reyesstrand @strandnreyes

@vineofroses @bonheur-cafe @alrightbuckaroo @herefortarlos @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

@heartstringsduet @liminalmemories21 @lightningboltreader @fangirl-paba @reyestrandd

@chicgeekgirl89 @firstprince-history-huh @noxsoulmate @ladytessa74 @sznofthesticks

@literateowl @nancygillianmvp @bonheur-cafe and OPEN TAG for anyone else who wants to share some fic recs!

[im-overstimulated-and-im-sad]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @nancygillianmvp @anewkindofme @sznofthesticks @paperstorm @thisbuildinghasfeelings 💝

This is from the next chapter of my TK and Sophie fic (which for my friends reading it, heads up, the month of March needs to be two chapters, cause otherwise it would be too damn long - I think I'll still post them at the same time though) (this is from the first part still)

2011 -

TK yawned. “Dad, the thing that fell out of my pocket when we were….” He didn’t finish that sentence. “Can I have it back?” It came out so innocently; it made Owen think about when TK was five and asking for another cookie cause he had eaten all his dinner. Which, this thought quelled a lot of things Owen wanted to say, and he softly replied, “No, son. I’m afraid not”. “Why not?” TK whined, still sounding like that little boy with the enormous eyes. “Dad, they’re just mood stabilizers. That’s it. I really think you’re making this into a bigger thing than it is”. Owen pulled the bottle out of his pocket to look at it. “TK, these looks like heavy grade narcotics,” he said. “And this bottle looks like it was prescribed to someone who isn’t you. Which means, you shouldn’t be walking around with these”. TK groaned softly and rested his head on the seat. “Dad—” “And which part am I making into a bigger thing than it is?” Owen asked. “I’m serious. Would it be the part at [redacted], where you waited until my back was turned before you snuck out? Or the fact that that you were planning to sneak out, and had this worked out with [redacted] beforehand?” That got his son’s attention. He clearly wasn’t expecting that. “How do you know about that?” “We saw it on your Facebook,” Owen told him. “That’s how I was able to find you”. “You…” TK shook his head slightly. “You hacked into my private Facebook page? That’s a huge invasion of my privacy, Dad”. “And that is very low on the list of alarming things that have happened in the last few hours,” Owen replied. “And no one was hacking — nor is your page very private, for that matter. You hadn’t logged out of the website on the computer in your mother’s living room”. The look on TK’s face told Owen that it was news to his son that he had done this (or had forgotten to, rather).

No pressure tagging - I tag @liminalmemories21 @bonheur-cafe @lemonlyman-dotcom @honeybee-taskforce

@chaotictarlos @firstprince-history-huh @reyestrandd @eclectic-sassycoweyes

@carlos-tk @herefortarlos @chicgeekgirl89 @literateowl

@welcometololaland @thebumblecee @jesuisici33 @kiwichaeng

@freneticfloetry @goodways @happilylovingchaos @lightningboltreader

@birdclowns @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @kiankiwi @actualalligator

@just-inside-her @inkweedandlizards @lochnesswriter @tarlos4eva

@mikibwrites @alltheprettyplaces @doublel27 @ladytessa74 @fallout-mars

@theghostofashton @vineofroses @sugdenlovesdingle @tailoredshirt

and anyone else who wants to do it - open tag 🫶

[softhairedhotch]

carlos saying "and now i kinda can't get him out of my head" about tk. buck saying "i kinda can't stop thinking about him" about tommy. thinking thoughts.

[strandnreyes]

thank you @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @sznofthesticks @bonheur-cafe

@paperstorm @three-drink-amy @janto4ev @basilsunrise @whatsintheboxmh

@thisbuildinghasfeelings @freneticfloetry @lemonlyman-dotcom @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@tellmegoodbye @sanjuwrites @orchidscript !!

nothing I’ve written lately can be shared, so here’s something I hope I haven’t shared yet

“Nancy made a comment the other day about how often you stay over.”

Carlos’ expression immediately falls and he looks off to the side, as if he’s trying to count up all the days. “I—”

“She said she didn’t mean anything by it and I promise she doesn’t mind having you around,” TK quickly interrupts, reaching across the table and grabbing Carlos’ hand. “I just thought it would be nice to make them dinner as a returned favor for the food I feed you and the extra water from you showering… you know, that kind of stuff.”

Carlos still looks uncertain, his slight frown and his big brown eyes making him look remorseful. “I don’t want to impose.”

“Baby, you’re not.”

“I could pay—”

“You are not paying for your additional portion of the water bill,” TK tells him. “It’s probably not even that much. We shower together half the time anyway so we’re probably saving money, if anything.”

Carlos gives him a doubtful look. “I don’t think we’re taking environmentally friendly showers when we’re in there together, TK.”

“Whatever. My point still stands.”

tagging @reyesstrand @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @theghostofashton + open tag!

[911lsbts]

[tevanactually]

[cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut]

Thanks to @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @bonheur-cafe @paperstorm @thisbuildinghasfeelings @janto4ev @thisbuildinghasfeelings @three-drink-amy @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @whatsintheboxmh

@freneticfloetry and @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tags!

This snippet is from Chapter One of Live To Tell - coming pretty much as soon as I edit it 👀

(Tw: discussion of addiction and relapse)

Five days ago, he promised his mother he’d stopped using again — that he’d flushed all his pills and deleted his dealer’s number, that he was ready for another fresh start.

It hadn’t been a lie at the time — not completely. He’d kept the pills but he’d locked them away, and he really had deleted some numbers; the people he knew were the worst for his health. But the emergency stash was a cloying temptation, and his resolve had crumbled within days; quicker than usual. He realised, the moment he reached back out for the pills, that he hadn’t been ready at all. He’d only wished that he could have been. He hadn’t wanted to burn his mother’s pride, to turn it all to ashes between them. So he returned the pills to the empty drawer in his dresser, and he just never told his mother. He swallowed them down in his bedroom, alone. He simply carried on keeping quiet.

“Almost a week,” she tells him now, and something in TK’s chest turns hollow, howls with the ache of the words.

“Right,” he breathes. “I guess.”

No pressure tags below the cut! 💛

@birdclowns @catanisspicy @chicgeekgirl89 @carlos-tk @detective-giggles @eclectic-sassycoweyes @fitzherbertssmolder @goodways @herefortarlos @lightningboltreader @louis-ii-reyes-strand @lemonlyman-dotcom @mooshkat @meditating-honey-badger @noxsoulmate @orchidscript @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @sanjuwrites @theghostofashton @thebumblecee @vineofroses @safeaswrites @chaotictarlos @welcometololaland and YOU if you’re not tagged and wanna play 💛

[thepowerpuffbats]

Bubbles aka Tk: I love you guys🥺

Blossom aka Buck: We love you too🥺

Buttercup aka Eddie: Disgusting…I love y’all too🥺