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wtfuckevenknows · 2 years

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Tarlos rec list (or a whole lot of my favorite fics (because I'm sure I missed some))

Because I can't do anything half assed this has taken me forever AND you're getting it in categories, in no particular order 🙃🤷🏻‍♀️😬 If you find yourself on here and you don't want to be for whatever reason, let me know! Also if you're on here and I didn't @ you it's because I couldn't find you at first glance, but if you want me to @ you also let me know!

Codas/Tags/Specs/Canon Compliant/Canon Divergence/Post Canon:

Out of the Woods (series) by @liminalmemories21 words are all we have, we'll be talking, we'll be talking (series) by inconocible Season 3 Codas (series) by @marjansmarwani Seven Ways (Back to You) (series) by @welcometololaland "You have one new message ..." by @paper-storm get it right, to get around me by welcometololaland Missing Moments (series) by paper-storm Coming Back by @doublel27 Season 3 Codas (series) by @strandnreyes Knight in Shining Armor by doublel27 not lost (not lost) but found by doublel27 More Cow-Eyes (series) doublel27 An Easy Dare by @noxsoulmate Blood on the tracks, fire in the hills by thenorthface Starting Out by sapphireej tout l'univers by @kiras-sunshine In sickness and in health, in speeding and in no speeding by @good-ways all I know since yesterday (is everything has changed) by strandnreyes Precious Love by @rmd-writes

AUs:

Dr Reyes/Paramedic Strand series by marjansmarwani a flower a day by novaksline Detective AU by strandnreyes what if we could risk everything we have by dazedastrophile as if you were a mythical thing by strandnreyes Begged And Borrowed Time by @iboatedhere on a wednesday in a café i watched it begin again by falloutmars The tender things are those we fold away by @beautifulhigh Home is Found series by alipea Safe Space series by xtinyteenyx The knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts by liminalmemories21 The Flying Sparks 'Verse (series) by @the-communist-unicorn i know now i found (the one i love) by ksmalltalk Welcome to the Neighborhood by courtinator Fireproof by Mari_Marie remind me to forget by orphan_account Yours To Keep, Yours To Lose by iboatedhere one single thread by strandnreyes After all of the years, all of the tears, you are here somehow. by lydiamxrtin to live for the hope of it all by strandnreyes

Sports AUs (my beloved):

Swing For The Fences, Run To The Line by iboatedhere Magnetic North by paper-storm Game, Set, Match (series) by welcometololaland Curveball by @bellakitse

One Shot Collections:

Plaid Shirt Days by iboatedhere Tewnty Five Hundred by iboatedhere tangled in the willows by stormss Silence and Patience, Pining in Anticipation by iboatedhere Prompt Fills by strandnreyes All the ways to love you by bellakitse

Sexy Times ❤️‍🔥:

Educating Mateo by @thebumblecee Mark Me Up by brouiller (the whole series is so fucking good) Skin by paper-storm (we're not talking about the amount of times I've read this one in particular) Do you even lift, bro? by rmd-writes Through the Looking Glass by rmd-writes Love this journey for them by rmd-writes Waterproof by welcometololaland The Devil Works Hard (But Mesh Shirts Work Harder) by welcometololaland Seven Days of Sin by welcometololaland

Pride ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜:

rejoice your truth by doublel27 What’s Lost Can Always Be Found by noxsoulmate Let's Talk About that Thong by Sivan325 This Love is Ours, it’s Everything by noxsoulmate Pride 2022 by maddiee96

Fluff 💝 (there’s a whole lot of fluff hiding in the other categories):

What A Weekend by @sapphireej PS: I still love you, too by noxsoulmate with all the sorrow and the joy by @lire-casander love me as if I were forever by rmd-writes (my beloved) A Love Like Theirs by noxsoulmate

Kid Fic (my other beloved):

Austin Series by AliceSchuyler don't go blindly into the dark by kiras-sunshine Falling Like Raindrops by Monstrous_Moonshine Surrender (series) by aleia Strands of Time (series) by alilypea Luca Strand-Reyes (series) by bellakitse SRK❤ Sofia Kennedy Reyes❤ (series) by mtnofgrace Family For Christmas by graspingforwords how did we get here? by @detective-giggles you're tethered to another (and you're worried all the time) by doublel27 Tradition (In the Key of Cookies) by Reese_Taylor27 love like this (the isla strand-reyes verse) (series) by Krissyloowhoo Let Your Heart Find a Home by tkstrands like daylight by @ravens-words Eight Now by darkangelgirl13 oh look, it’s my future by thatnerdmryn all I see is you by ravens-words Do We Want This? by @djdangerloverlove Let's Go to the Mall by bellakitse Of little girls and their cats by bellakitse Lyla by Mangacat Self control? I don't know her (series) by welcometololaland

I was gonna rec some Christmas fics too, but Tumblr is being a bitch and I might just save those for before Christmas!

I'm sure there's more, and most of the most recent ones haven't made it on here but whatever.

#tarlos fic #tarlos #911 lone star fic #fic rec #911 ls fic #911 ls fic rec #tarlos fic rec

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thebumblecee · 1 year

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FIC STATS

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

Thank you for the tags @lemonlyman-dotcom and @chaotictarlos

(I just did Lonestar)

Most Hits

It’s gotta be Educating Mateo (38k) E this baby is coming up to it’s first full year out in the world. It hit really well with a group of the fandom I like to call the best ♥️ the fic is about married Tarlos training Mateo in BDSM, it’s not complex lol

Second most kudos

It’s actually EM again (the curse of the multi chapter. Or maybe it’s just sucks lol idk) so I went with my MOST kudos because well fuck it is 5am you can’t stop me which is

Something so wholesome (7k) E my Carlos introspective about his identity as a gay man and internalised homophobia (tw: slur is used)

Third Most Comments

Oh wildcard, it’s Just Like Heaven (11k wip) M. Yes, the 2005 romantic comedy starring Mark Ruffalo and Reece Witherspoon has a Tarlos parody. It has one chapter to go.

Fourth Most Bookmarked

It’s my baby When I’m Like this You’re The One I Want my (26k) D/s break up au that’s E, very E. I love the break up era and I wanted to put my own kinky spin on it.

Fifth Most Words

It’s JLH (above) and sixth is Wholesome (above) so SEVENTH is Pace Yourself For Me the 7.8k circus Tarlos knife kink au [girl what the hell is wrong with you etc etc]

Fic with the least words

Imma cheat here because my self-consciousness hasn’t woken up yet

Least words but full fic Gonna Please You Every Way I Can from the sub|Carlos series (2.4k) E

But I also have some short one shot collections (like 200-300 each) here and here

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I’m happy to scream, talk, cry, justify any of my fics past, present and future just hmu but please, please, PLEASE, read the tags. I am a kink writer first and foremost.

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Tagging: @mooshkat @a-j-cowwley @paperstorm @detective-giggles @jesuisici33 @wtfuckevenknows @lightningboltreader @heartstringsduet @wandering-night19 @birdclowns (my apologies anyone that’s done it it’s 5am I haven’t checked)

#cee speaks #writing #911 lonestar #tarlos #carlos reyes #tk strand #you have to keep yourself safe #read the tags and for the love of god do not feel obliged to read it just because we talk if it’ll make you uncomfortable #that is the LAST thing I would want #but if it is your thing then woo re-read #THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME

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chaotictarlos · 2 years

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flames of desire, only burn hotter: masterlist

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: Explicit | Warnings (will be updated as more fics are added): m x m smut, m x m, sex, blow jobs, oral sex

Summary: A collection of smutty one shots that can be read alone.

Author's Note: I have a bunch of random smutty scenes I've written, mostly for friends, that do not fit in with any fics that I have written or are writing so I decided to start just posting them on AO3. I will take request for these so if you have any, just pop into my inbox and let me know!

Blow Job

Carlos looks so pretty on his knees for TK.

TK stares down at his husband, licking his lips slowly. He loves seeing Carlos like this, so open and vulnerable for him. He reaches out and runs his thumb over Carlos' bottom lip.

2. Thigh Riding

Carlos is cruel.

Why else would he have TK completely naked and straddling his thick, muscular thigh? Why else would he tell TK that he had to rut against his thigh until he comes, untouched?

Sure, it was a fantasy that TK had been having for a while, but he hadn't expected Carlos to really go for it or be so nonchalant about it.

3. "the night's definitely not over yet"

Carlos is sure that he’s died and gone to some sort of heaven as TK wraps his pretty pink lips around his dick and starts to suck his cock like he needs it.

TK knows how to suck dick, in a way that makes Carlos go numb with pleasure and lose all thoughts from his head. TK is talented in ways that Carlos has never experienced before - and he's had his dick sucked many times by many different people.

4. "No touching right now. That comes later."

TK whines, his back arching off the back perfectly. It’s such a beautiful sight that Carlos has to take a moment to just look at his husband, and appreciate his body. There’s a thin layer of sweat clinging to TK’s skin that he wants to lick off… and he will soon.

They’ve done this before, many times, and yet it always feels different each time.

5. " You're mine, understand?"

“You’re mine , understand?” Carlos growls, fingers wrapped around TK’s chin as he gives him a look filled with jealousy and lust.

TK whimpers, squirming under Carlos’ gaze. The possessiveness laced in Carlos’ voice shouldn’t be so hot, but it has TK growing hard in his pants.

“Prove it,” TK says, licking his lips and giving Carlos a mischievous look. He knows he’s playing with fire and that it’s a 50/50 chance that Carlos will punish him and not let him come tonight, but TK enjoys the thrill of it.

6. “i’m afraid i can no longer remain professional”

TK is convinced that Carlos purposely wears his work uniform a size too small just to ruin him.

He stares unabashedly at Carlos, or more specifically his bicep, and how his work shirt is struggling to contain the muscle. He is surprised that the shirt hasn’t ripped with how tight it is. He wonders how the shirt survives him flexing.

“TK, if you stare at him any longer you’re going to be drooling,” Nancy says, snapping her fingers at him. “And I don’t think the patient wants drool all over their face.”

7. "Shut up and kiss me already"

Nobody should look as good as TK does in a softball uniform, that Carlos is certain. He’s also certain that TK has to be wearing uniform pants that are at lease two sizes too small for him because they leave nothing to the imagination.

Carlos bounces his knee, watching TK pace around their loft as he goes on and on about how the paramedics should have won and he knows that Judd cheated somehow - he can’t prove it but he knows, TK says twice giving Carlos a look that he has to agree.

Carlos nods, but all he can think about is getting those damn pants off of TK.

It’s another five minutes before Carlos breaks.

9. "You can be a bit rougher if you want."

Carlos rocks back, moaning when TK’s cock slips deeper inside of him.

It’s been too long since he’s bottomed and he had almost forgotten just how much he enjoys it.

“Come on TK, I won’t break,” Carlos moans, trying to encourage TK to be rough with him. He understands that TK’s worried about hurting him since it’s been some time since Carlos has had a cock up his ass, but Carlos also knows his limits, and right now he wants to be fucked dumb into the mattress.

10. Knife Kink

#chaotic fics #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #tk strand x carlos reyes #tarlos fic #tarlos smut #911 Lone Star #911 LS #tarlos fan fiction #on going series

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detective-giggles · 1 year

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Fic stats meme

Ahhhhh! Thank you to @chaotictarlos and @sanjuwrites and @thebumblecee for tagging me, even when I’m practically nonexistent these days. I think I’m only doing Tarlos fics for this one, guys.

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

✍️✍️✍️✍️

1. Most hits: My Tarlos Fic Collection. A little collection of one-shots 🥰🥰

2. second Most Kudos: same as above.

3. Third most comments: my Tarlos Drabble Collection.

4. Fourth most bookmarks: my 2021 Flufftober Collection.

5. Fifth most words: the drabbls, so I’m going with the next of Better With You.

6. Least words: APD’s Danger magnet. Coming in at just under 250 words for the February ficlet challenge like two years ago!

I’m always so late but tagging: @noxsoulmate @chicgeekgirl89 @wtfuckevenknows @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @hoko-onchi-writes @bonheur-cafe

#my fics #tag games #thank youuuu for tagging me

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sarcasticslothy · 2 years

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Whatever may come your heart I will choose

Tarlos Week 2022 Day 5: September 30th: “Don’t jinx this!” and/or Wedding Day or wedding preparation

The Fic in which Carlos tries absolutely everything to prevent TK’s bad luck from ruining their day. Read on AO3

“What’s up with you?” Nancy asks, handing TK a pack of gauze pads as they begin the restock of the ambulance from the B Shift.

“Huh?” TK answers, pushing the gauze into the shelf at the side of the rig, swearing to himself when one falls out.

“You’ve been weirdly mopey since you arrived” TK sits down on the stretcher and Nancy leans against the door studying the clipboard in front of her.

“Carlos and I had a thing this morning”

“Trouble in fiancé paradise?” Nancy teases looking up for a moment.

“No” TK grumbles, stepping down from the vehicle and brushing past her, snatching the second box of gauze, and stepping back up into the rig.

“Oh relax, what’s the thing?”

“We went to a family lunch at the ranch on the weekend and his Tia Lucy put all these ideas in his head about what we should be doing for the wedding”

“Ideas? Like what?” Nancy queries as she grabs another box of gloves and throws them in TK’s general direction.

“Like traditional stuff and superstitions that I will never understand but he’s just so happy that they are contributing to the wedding he’s decided to do all of them. So now he’s going to stay at his parent’s house before the wedding and I need to find something I can wear that’s old and blue”

“I think it’s something old, new, borrowed and blue”

TK casts a withering look her way, “Whatever! I just don’t get this stuff”

“So, you object to doing a few weird wedding traditions?”

“No. It just seems like they’re more important that the getting married part now. It’s weirding me out” Nancy turns to grab multiple packs of bandages and hands them over, motioning to the vehicle again to get him moving.

“He wants your wedding to go off without a hitch, what’s the big deal, dude?” TK makes a frustrated noise and pushes the refill of bandages into the appropriate spot.

“Doesn’t exactly scream confident in the idea of marrying me, does it if you think we need to do all these things to ensure the success of our wedding and marriage?”

“You’ve been kidnapped, shot and taken a swan dive into a frozen lake to get hypothermia. He might have a bit of a precedent that you’re a bad luck magnet” Nancy shrugs at him when he narrows his eyes at her.

“That doesn’t mean anything bad is going to happen at the wedding”

“What’s the harm in having some extra good luck?” TK sighs, nodding at Judd as he makes his way over to them.

“Tommy wanted me to tell you she’s got held up on some meeting, so she’ll be late for shift”

“Thanks,” TK says and then gives Judd a searching look

“What?” Judd asks, crossing his arms in front of him.

“You had a wedding,” TK says slowly, and Nancy huffs out a laugh next to him.

“Yeah, seem to remember that happening” Judd answers, one corner of his mouth raising in amusement.

“You know what? Never mind” TK mumbles and reaches out to collect the next item from Nancy.

“Out with it, Strand,” Judd says in his no-nonsense and TK just rolls his eyes at the use of his last name.

“Did you do any of the traditional, superstitious stuff?” TK asks and Judd’s face turns to confusion.

“The superstitious stuff?”

“Yeah, like not seeing each other until the aisle on the wedding day, carrying your partner over the threshold and apparently burying bourbon where you’re going to get married so it doesn’t rain”

Nancy lets out a short boisterous laugh from next to him “Wait, burying bourbon for it not to rain? I call bullshit on that one”

TK can’t fault her reaction, especially when he’d openly laughed when Carlos had brought it up to him, thinking it was some kind of joke.

“I call bullshit on all of them, but my fiancé doesn’t share my opinion,” TK mutters before turning back to Judd “So?”

“Hate to tell you kid, but we did all of those and more”

“Great” TK sighs, Nancy just stares at Judd for a few moments.

“You buried bourbon to control the weather?” Judd shrugs in reply

“Good old-fashioned Southern tradition, Gillian. It worked, so don’t knock it”

“Or your wedding day was just sunny because you got married in Texas! It’s like the 4th sunniest US State” Nancy points out, voice raising as Judd turns away from her, walking back into the lounge.

“Please tell me you aren’t going to be burying a bottle of bourbon,” Nancy asks TK and TK shrugs at her.

“Carlos is from Texas. I think I might be burying a bottle of bourbon”

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“Dad, I’m serious. I can last one night without him” TK laughs but slides the door to the loft open anyway and then covers his eyes quickly when he sees Carlos in front of him.

“You’re not meant to be here! Don’t jinx this! What are you doing?!”

“I thought you didn’t believe in any of that?” Carlos asks and TK sighs.

“I don’t, but you do. You’ve been telling me about all these things nonstop for a month”

“I know” Carlos replies, and TK frowns at the sadness seeping into his voice “And it just means I can’t see you tomorrow. It’s still tonight yet”

“For like another half an hour. Cutting it fine, Reyes” but TK slowly lowers his hands and falls into the hug Carlos reaches for.

“You’re meant to be at your parent’s house,” TK says and Carlos hums into his neck, not replying for a moment. “Carlos?”

“I’m good” Carlos assures him, and TK pulls back, tilting his head in question.

“Really? I’m about to marry you tomorrow. Try again, baby” Carlos smiles flashes before he looks down at his hands nervously placing them on TK’s chest.

“Nancy said I’ve been driving you crazy with all the wedding traditions”

TK reminds himself to give a stern word to Nancy the next time he sees her on what words are meant to be between them.

“I wouldn’t say driving me crazy…” TK falters at Carlos’s bland look and grimaces. “Maybe a tiny bit crazy”

“Why didn’t you say something?” Carlos asks and TK sighs when he sees Carlos’s full dejected look, complete with the brown eyes he loves so much.

“I was going to.” TK grabs Carlos’s hand, still resting awkwardly between them “but I realised it doesn’t matter. You could say you want us to dance naked in a field before our wedding and I would do it if it meant you were happy”

“TK…”

“No, No. I’m serious. I can go with you and plant a bottle of bourbon in your parent’s yard so it doesn’t rain. I can let you carry me over a threshold, or I’ll carry you” TK stops, smirking at Carlos when he tips his head to look at him “I can go a night without you because after all of this I get a lifetime of you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for that”

Carlos’s eyes are glassy when he finishes and TK slides his hands up to loosely wrap around his shoulders, “Yeah?”

“Yes” TK confirms “but I’m not wearing the cowboy boots”

Carlos laughs at him and TK brings his hands to Carlos’s neck, pulling him into a soft kiss.

“You have to go” TK whispers when they break apart and Carlos sighs softly.

“Or I could just stay here. Last night as fiancés” Carlos’s hands hit low on TK’s hips and TK pushes him away.

“Oh no. I do not need the wrath of my future mother-in-law or the blame if anything somehow manages to go wrong tomorrow”

Carlos puts his hands up in surrender and backs towards the door “Okay, okay”

“I’ll see you tomorrow” TK tells him “I’ll be the one at the end of the aisle with all my good luck charms in place”

Carlos’s answering grin beams with happiness “I can’t wait”

#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #my writing #Tarlosweek2022 #sarcasticslothy

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morganaspendragonss · 1 year

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fic rec friday fun!

thank you @reyesstrand for the tag! it's very much not friday but fuck it we're doing this anyway

so wanted to get some hiatus rec lists going and encourage some self promo in my friends so how about sharing your top fics no matter how big or small — give us the links to your wonderful words with the most hits/most kudos/most comments/most bookmarks/most words/least words.

much like maddie, i'm going to be excluding one-shot compilations from this. i'll also limit this to strictly lone star fics

most hits: tick-tock goes the clock - 2.06 minefield canon divergence

most kudos: fall apart when it hurts too much - post-2.12 coda

most comments: it would be a collection but as i'm excluding them it's quédate un segundo más - tk cancer fic

most bookmarks: will you take my hand? - tarlos 3.04 coda/fix-it

most words: technically it's the minefield fic and then a fic of which i only wrote the epilogue, then it's i see darkness where you see light - an acid attack renders tk permanently blind

least words: nightmare - carlos has a nightmare. that's it, that's the fic.

not going to tag anyone specific seeing as we're well into saturday but if you see this and want to take part then consider yourself tagged!

#tag game #writing stuff #911 lone star

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thosetwofirefighters · 2 years

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🕸 WIPs collecting webs tag 🕸

tagged by @lilbuddie, and super excited because I have not done one of these before!

i'm the type of writer person who can't start new things until finishing what I'm already on, so I don't have too many wips, but I still had more than I expected. For the most part, my "wips" aren't even wips but instead prompts that I got carried away with so much that they went into separate documents instead of my list of ideas:

Tarlos sucktember "piercings" prompt fill, which I partially wrote and then decided I hated (at some point, i will hopefully rewrite it?)

Buddie one-shot wherein they try fisting for the first time, featuring a 600-word long run-on sentence nestled among 800 words total

Buddie gets carried away with wax play/candles and light a small fire that the 118 get called to (another "prompt" that's actually almost 1000 words)

Nancy/Marjan relationship revealed by the 126 catching them making out (a failed fill for a sapphic september prompt)

Honorable Mention is my fake dating au, which, sitting at approximately 27k and maybe 1/3 of the way through, is not collecting webs, just very slowly getting finished...

tagging @ajunerose @justsmilestuffhappens @jacksadventuresinwriting (hi new friend!) and anyone else who wants to expose themselves :))

#sooo really if it weren't for the september events that I started and never finished i'd really only have 3 wips lol #2 of which being prompts gone long #desperately trying to speed up the fake dating writing but it is just slow going unfortunately #its okay though because that means itll be great right?#mine #me #wip #tag game

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howtosingit · 4 years

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Fic: i want your midnights

“It’s late, you should be asleep.” * Carlos prepares to return to work.

1.6K | Also on AO3

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TK wakes up alone in their dimly lit bedroom.

Moonlight shines through the balcony doors to his right, bathing the rumpled sheets next to him in pale hues and shadows. He runs his hand against them, letting out a sigh at their coldness. Squeezing his tired eyes shut for a just moment, he chooses to ignore the sharp, quick pain that radiates from his stapled skull in favor of getting out of bed to search for his missing human blanket.

He finds Carlos exactly where he thought he would: sitting on one of the bar stools, his head propped up on his hand as he leans over the counter, slowly scrolling through something on his laptop. TK can see his leg bouncing slightly, his foot tapping against the stool’s leg from where it’s resting on a support beam.

“It’s late, you should be asleep,” Carlos says without turning to look at him, his exhaustion clear in the tone of his voice.

TK merely scoffs in reply, stepping away from the bottom of the stairs and crossing the room to wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. “I could say the same thing about you, babe,” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss against Carlos’s neck before burying his face in his soft grey shirt to inhale his favorite scent.

“Couldn’t get my brain to shut up,” his boyfriend explains, shifting to run his hand along TK’s arm around his waist, his eyes still fixed on the computer screen in front of him.

TK hums, glancing over to the screen as well, unsurprised to see the 783-page APD manual taking up half the screen, a document filled with notes about protocols filling the other half. He’s seen the manual a lot in the past two weeks, pretty sure that Carlos has been pouring over it every chance he gets during his time off work.

His boyfriend had filled him in on all the details of his suspension the day TK was released from the hospital, immediately saving him from feeling any ridiculous guilt about Carlos taking time off to care for him after his incident.

Instead, Carlos had decided to take some time off for himself following his one-week suspension. TK knows that the investigation, as well as his short hospital stay and Grace and Judd’s accident, has thoroughly rocked their world, and he’s thankful that Carlos willingly gave himself time to process and recover.

Now, however, their days at home are numbered. TK gets his staples removed tomorrow, and he’ll have a few more days of recovery after that before he’s back to work. As for Carlos, he reports for his first shift the next evening, one that TK knows he’s incredibly anxious about.

Which is why TK is not at all surprised to find him studying the ADP manual at midnight in their kitchen instead of sleeping in their bed where he belongs.

Without a word, TK reaches forward to grip the corner of the laptop, slowly closing it. Carlos doesn’t object to the action; instead he just lets out a sigh, his wide frame shrinking as he collapses in on himself, almost like he’s shutting down along with the device. TK rubs his back for a moment before sliding his hand up his spine and running his fingers through the short, cropped hair at the back of Carlos’s head. Gently, he guides his boyfriend to face him, taking in the tiredness behind his favorite pair of beautiful brown eyes. He gives Carlos a small smile, waiting until the other man returns it, before he leans forward to press their lips together.

Carlos gasps against him, his body shaking as his mouth opens up to TK’s affection. There was little distance between them before, but now they cling tighter, their bodies pressed together as their arms wrap around each other. Carlos whimpers softly, and TK answers him by sealing their connected lips, allowing none of their love to escape. They’re both too tired for the kiss to become the start of something more, but that’s okay. It’s a conversational kiss, one where Carlos says “I need to know you’re going to always be here with me” and TK responds with “I promise you there’s nowhere else I will ever be.”

They still cling tightly to one another when their lips separate, each of them gasping for breath in the sliver of space between them. TK’s head spins, his nose dragging against Carlos’s as they find safety and security in their warm embrace.

“Come be my blanket?” he asks after a moment, keeping his eyes closed.

Carlos doesn’t respond with words; instead, he shifts, slipping off the bar stool and reaching to take TK’s hand. He takes the lead, moving to flip off the light switch before beginning the ascent up the stairs, dragging a willing TK along behind him.

They don’t speak as they climb into bed, each of them taking their sides. TK turns to face the wall, Carlos slotting in behind him to cover him completely. His boyfriend slides his arm around TK’s waist to link their fingers over his stomach before resting his chin in his neck, fitting perfectly in the slot created between his collarbone and left ear as if he was designed to do so.

For others, the arrangement might feel too close, too restrictive. To TK, there is nothing better than feeling Carlos’s touch against every inch of his body. The perfect human blanket providing maximum security and warmth.

TK waits until Carlos’s breathing settles, dragging his thumb against the back of his hand, before he speaks again.

“Tell me about the manual?”

Carlos huffs, the puff of air pressing against TK’s neck. “You ask as if you don’t already know,” he says into TK’s skin.

“I mean, I have an idea,” TK admits, tightening his grip on Carlos’s hand, “but I want to hear it from you.”

Carlos nods against him, pressing his lips against TK’s stubbled jaw.

“I’m scared to go back.” TK hears the way his voice shakes.

“I know.”

“I don’t want to mess up again...”

TK makes a noise of disapproval. “You didn’t mess up, Carlos. You were cleared to go back because you did the right thing.”

“Yeah…” Carlos trails off. “But, I keep thinking about how it felt when no one believed me.”

TK lets the admission hang in the silence, waiting for Carlos to continue.

“I’ve never really fit in with everyone else in the precinct, for a lot of reasons, but I’ve never been a total pariah before.”

“You’re a better officer than all of them, that’s their problem.”

“I think you’re biased, Ty,” Carlos argues weakly.

“Oh, really?” TK fires back, rolling to face Carlos directly while still keeping them as close as possible. “Then why have you been studying that manual for two weeks now?”

“I-” Carlos starts, his eyes shifting to look past TK. “I’m just reminding myself of protocols so I don’t get rusty.”

“And?”

“And nothing,” Carlos assures him. “That’s all.”

“So you’re not mentally reviewing every single call that you’ve responded to in the past five years?”

“No, I-” He cuts himself off at TK’s look, letting out another huff as he rolls his eyes. “How did you know?”

“Because I know you, Carlos,” TK reminds him, bringing a hand up to cup his boyfriend’s face. “You’re a good man, one of the best I’ve ever met, and yet every day you try to make yourself better.”

He watches as tears fill Carlos’s eyes, his bottom lip quivering slightly as he stares at him.

“So, what did you find? Have you made any bad calls?”

“I haven’t always followed protocol,” Carlos admits, his voice thick with emotion.

“Do you regret that?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I did the right thing.”

“You’re sure?”

Carlos pauses, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he considers the question.

“Yes,” he finally answers, his voice strong and certain.

“Me, too,” TK agrees, running his thumb along the curve of Carlos’s cheek. “I’m always sure of you.”

He watches the tear fall from the corner of his boyfriend’s eye and run along the ridge of his nose. He leans forward, pressing their lips together again.

“Trust yourself, Carlos,” he says when he pulls away to find more tears running down Carlos’s face. “Trust yourself the way that I trust you. The way that I know I will always trust you.”

Carlos lets out a quiet sob, no longer able to hold it inside.

“Promise me?” TK asks, refusing to let it go.

His boyfriend nods. “I promise,” he whispers around another soft sob.

TK smiles, sliding his hand down to Carlos’s shoulder and pressing gently. His lover understands immediately, rolling over to face the door out to the balcony. TK slides in behind him, mirroring their earlier positions, content to now be a blanket for Carlos. He presses his lips to the other man’s cheek, transferring all of his love to him in every touch they share.

“I love you, Carlos, and I believe in you, with everything in me,” TK whispers into his ear, tightening his grip when Carlos shivers beneath him. “And in case you forget that, I promise that will be here every moment of every day to remind you, no matter what.”

Carlos responds by bringing their joined hands up to his mouth, pressing a wet, shaky kiss against the back of TK’s hand. He has no problem hearing the words that Carlos can’t speak.

They stay there, sheltered in their loving embrace, until they both sink into a deep, peaceful sleep that they only ever manage to find in each other’s arms.

#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #I wrote a thing #my tarlos one-shot collection

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reyesstrand · 4 years

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25. “What the hell were you thinking?!” and/or 31.“You haven’t lost me.” if they inspire you? 💖

thank you for the prompt!! this one kind of got away from me and is longer than expected but i guess that just means more of these two!!

all prompts are from this list. also available on ao3!!

It’s been a year and a half since they moved to Austin, and TK finally feels like he’s found his home.

He misses Manhattan, and it sits in his chest like a dull ache; he misses the pre-shift, morning stops at the local deli; he misses the constant buzz of the city; he misses late-night train rides and rescues on the tallest high-rises along the New York cityscape. But he’s forged out a place for himself here in Austin — he’s found his new-favourite hole-in-the-wall diners and the best clubs downtown and savours the weekly backyard barbecues Grace initially makes mandatory after she finds that most of the crew has some form of lingering homesickness, but has now just become a tradition that all of them look forward to.

TK’s also come to appreciate his dad’s team of doctors; Owen’s now entering his second six-month round of chemo, though his scans are continuously getting better and everyone seems to be hopeful, TK still finds himself anxiously standing by his father’s side throughout it all. Owen teases that he’s going to wear down the floor because of his pacing whenever he’s able to tag along for appointments, but TK shoots him a glare, because he can’t let his dad know just how badly he needs him to be okay.

Carlos is always there, and he’s the light at the end of the tunnel.

He’ll have dinner ready if he’s able, after a long day of waiting in treatment rooms; sometimes, though, he’s just there when Owen retreats to his room for a nap and TK wants to cuddle up with him on the couch.

It’s where they end up today, after TK does the dishes despite Carlos’ multiple attempts to shoo him away from the sink. Hands barely dry, TK lets out a long sigh as he drops onto his and his dad’s couch, where Carlos is already sitting after TK sent him to relax after making dinner. It’s wordless, between them — Carlos opens his arms and TK rests against him, relishing in the quiet comfort provided by a pair of strong arms wrapping around him.

After a few long moments of silence, Carlos presses a kiss to TK’s hairline before saying: “I’ve been thinking that you need a break.”

“Hmm?” TK’s already half-asleep against Carlos’ chest, though he knows he wants to be able to stay up and make conversation with his boyfriend. He’s also vaguely aware that it’s barely eight, but his eyelids feel weighed down with lead.

“You’re just proving my point, Ty,” Carlos says softly, TK finding it unfair that he seems to want to talk to him even though he’s now running his fingers through his hair. “You’re running on fumes.”

“I’m fine,” TK insists, the words spilling out on auto-pilot. He really does feel fine; he knows he’s exhausted, but so is his whole team. Plus, he’s not the one with cancer; he’s not the one left feeling weak after sitting through hours of treatment that’s supposed to save him. But even when TK does have bad days, he automatically turns to his sponsor or his therapist or Paul, in a pinch, because he won’t let him weasel out of talking about his feelings. TK tries to prove himself — he sits up and keeps his eyes open, though he’s unable to stifle the yawn that pushes past his lips. “I’m just a little tired.”

Carlos gives him a look. “You’ve looked worn out for weeks now. And I thought maybe you could take a few days, we could go have a little roadtrip or something so you can relax.”

TK sits up straight at that, suddenly alert.

“I can’t just leave my dad, or my team,” TK says, listening for any creaking floorboards at the top of the stairs. The last thing he needs is his father walking in on a conversation about his well-being, because he’ll never hear the end of it. “I’m fine, Carlos, seriously.”

“Baby—”

“I swear.” TK cuts his boyfriend off, offering him a small smile to try and prove it. “As amazing as a trip alone with you sounds, I just—I just can’t leave him right now, okay? I told him I would be by his side through all of this, I can’t just take a break when he needs me.”

Carlos looks like he wants to say more, but just sighs and takes TK’s hand, running his thumb along his knuckles. Finally, he whispers, “I think I should head home.”

“Hey, wait,” TK says, as Carlos moves to get up. “I’ll think about it, okay? But for now I just…”

“I know, Ty,” Carlos assures him, briefly framing his face in both hands, kissing him gently. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

TK just nods, and after he watches Carlos drive off, he scrubs a hand down his face and drops back down onto the couch.

* * *

He doesn’t bring it up to his dad.

They’re all in the firehouse, waiting around between calls, and TK knows he should just casually bring up Carlos’ offer. But he knows his dad will tell him to go, and TK really doesn’t want his dad to have to shoulder the weight of his treatment on his own. Not when he doesn’t have to. As he scrubs down the pump panel on the truck, his mind drifting, TK jumps when Judd taps out a few beats on the space next to him.

“Christ, a little jumpy there, kid?” Judd comments, and TK shrugs, standing back from the truck and winding the rag around his hand absently as he turns to talk to the older man.

“Just got some stuff on my mind,” TK says, and when Judd opens his mouth to comment, TK puts a finger up. “Nothing that you need to worry about, seriously.”

Judd lifts his hands in mock surrender. “Duly noted. I just thought I’d let you know Reyes is here.”

TK probably visibly perks up, because Judd huffs out a fond chuckle.

“He’s talking to Michelle, he was clearly looking for you though,” Judd adds, as TK claps a hand on the taller man’s shoulder before turning, tossing the rag in the general vicinity of the cleaning supplies as he sets out to find his boyfriend.

He’ll never get over the jump in his heart rate when he sees Carlos. Even now, it’s been a couple days since he saw him in person, and TK bites back a stupid smile as he approaches his boyfriend. Michelle catches his eye over Carlos’ shoulder and shoots him a wink; she says something to Carlos that causes him to turn around and when he does and catches sight of TK, she squeezes his arm before turning toward her office.

“Funny running into you here,” TK drawls, taking in Carlos’ civilian clothes, appreciating his affinity for tight shirts. Before Carlos can say something in response, TK tugs him down for a quick kiss, all too aware that they're in the middle of his workplace. “I’m sorry if I was shitty the other night.”

“You weren’t,” Carlos insists, dropping his hand from the back of TK’s neck, letting his thumb linger against his skin, sending a shiver through TK. “I just wanted—”

Abruptly, his dad’s voice rings out over them.

“TK, can I have a second?”

He looks up and sees his dad, arms folded casually on top of the railing, leaning his weight against the balcony as he looks down over them. TK wants to gesture to his boyfriend, wants to indicate that they’re kind of in the middle of something and don’t exactly have all the time in the world together outside of work, but he just can’t. Not when it comes to his dad. So TK offers an apologetic glance toward Carlos before he bounds up the stairs, catching the start of a conversation below him as Paul moves in to chat with Carlos.

“What’s up, is everything okay?” TK asks, once he’s come to stand next to Owen.

“I just wanted to let you know that I approved your vacation request. You’ve got next week off.”

TK probably looks as bewildered as he feels, because his dad’s mouth quirks up into a smile when he takes him in.

“Wait, what vacation request? I didn’t—”

“I might have overheard you and a certain someone the other night,” Owen explains, and TK groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And after I had a one-on-one chat with Carlos, I approved you for some much-needed time off.”

“Dad, you didn’t need to do that,” TK feels a strange twist of emotion curling up in his chest; he’s slowly come to accept his dad and his boyfriend communicating and interacting when he isn’t around, but he can’t help but to feel small over his dad thinking he needs to do things like this for him. “I’m a big boy, I can—”

“TK, I can see how tired you are,” Owen says, and TK really can’t object to that fact. “And Carlos can, too. You’re always out there putting others before yourself, I don’t think it’s a bad thing to want to decompress with someone you love.”

“I want to be there for you, dad,” TK meets his father’s gaze, adding: “I promised, remember? I’m going to have your back through this whole process, and that doesn’t include me taking time off and not helping you and—and losing you, I can’t do that—”

“Hey, son, it’s okay,” Owen’s always good at reading TK, and he rests a hand on his son’s shoulder, squeezing lightly. “You’ve done so much for me, and I’m feeling better — thanks to you. And you know what? You haven’t lost me. You haven’t lost him, either.”

Owen jerks his head toward the ground below them, and TK glances down, and takes in his beautiful guy, easily folding into the dynamics of the 126.

“It’s okay to put yourself first for once, TK,” Owen says softly, and TK finds himself slowly nodding.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, before crushing his dad in a hug.

“Okay, okay, you’re welcome,” Owen says, squeezing him back just as hard.

After a moment, TK runs back down stairs and doesn’t say anything — he just moves from one hug to the next as he wraps his arms around Carlos.

“So what roadtrip plans did you have?” TK asks, mostly into Carlos’ ear, and when his boyfriend grins at him and kisses his temple and squeezes him even tighter around the waist, he can imagine a week off with the other man and the rest that’ll really work to wake him up again, and he finds that he can’t wait.

#tarlos #911 lone star #tarlos fic #tk x carlos #my fic #bellakitse #one shot collection

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buckleyblueyes · 3 years

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My Fics Master Post

Buddie:

Blessings (Or The Lack Thereof) - 4.5k

“I’m just going to cut to the chase. I’m here to ask for your blessing to ask Buck to marry me.”

Maddie gasped softly, reaching forward to take the ring from him. She opened the box and Eddie could swear he saw tears start to form in her eyes as she gazed down at the simple silver band. “Eddie…”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s lovely.” Maddie closed the box, and shook her head. “But I can’t give you my blessing to propose.”

Eddie blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. “What?!”

find your way home and i'll leave the light on - 2.3k

Chimney is sick of Buck seeking refuge on his couch.

broke your heart (i'll put it back together) - 1.9k

companion piece to the above fic. Eddie apologizes, Buck forgives.

Hot or Not? - 925

“Hm.” Buck puts down his phone. “Well, I’m asking now, then.”

“Asking what, exactly?” Eddie’s voice sounds a bit strangled.

“What’s your type?”

to have and to hold (for better or worse) - 7k

“Family of Eddie Diaz?”

Everyone stood up.

The doctor gave them a sympathetic smile. “That’s sweet, but actual family only right now.”

“I’m his gi—”

“I’m his husband,” Buck cut Ana off, ignoring the slack jawed looks from the rest of the waiting room.

OR: Buck and Eddie got married in secret after the well incident

Paper Rings - 6.6k

Maddie went quiet for a moment, looking at him not with pity, but instead with empathy, and shared sadness. “So. What did you find, then?”

“An engagement ring.” The words weighed heavy on his tongue. “He’s going to propose to Ana.”

once you find it (it can never be replaced) - 1.6k

It’s not an earth shattering realization, there’s nothing dramatic about it. It’s as simple as it is inevitable

it will get easier (remember that with every piece of you) - 7.3k

“You okay?” Hen asks.

“I think I should be asking you that,” Buck laughs. “You’re the one who went back for the dog.”

“Yeah…” she shakes her head. “That’s usually your move, isn’t it?”

Buck shrugs. “Just following Cap’s orders.”

OR: 5 Times Buck Prioritizes His Safety Because of Eddie's Will, and 1 Time He Doesn't

Loving Can Heal - 15k (WIP)

A collection of my buddie prompt fills/short one-shots from here on tumblr, which I will be continuously updating.

Tarlos:

meet me in the margins of an old cookbook - 3.5k

“If you like my cooking so much, I should teach you,” Andrea suggests casually. “Let me pass down some family recipes, huh?”

“Oh, no, no,” TK shakes his head.

“I’m terrible in the kitchen. You should stick to teaching Theresa and Carlos.”

Andrea frowns. “Oh, are you sure?”

“I’m sure I’d ruin your family recipes,” TK insists with a chuckle.

it's too late (to close your mouth) - 3.6k

The only reason TK had agreed to this was because Nancy was doing a ride along as well the following week. It was all part of a push by the city to create better cooperation between different first responders. And now he had to spend an entire twelve hours with Carlos.

#buddie #tarlos #my fan fiction #hmmm I gotta write more tarlos clearly #I will update this with each new fic I post <3

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rafael-silva · 3 years

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in only a moment’s time: a tarlos fic

Carlos looks over his shoulder and connects some dots in his head. “There’s a flower shop two or three blocks down,” he recalls. “We can save time if I go pick up the ones we want for my mom while you finish here,” he suggests. “Or whoever finishes first can meet up with the other.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” TK agrees and then returns the soft kiss Carlos brushes against his lips.

It was supposed to be a quick in and out at the florist before going to Andrea and Gabriel’s, but Carlos and TK’s day is quickly turned upside down and their plans ruined by a police chase gone wrong.

for bad things happen bingo: tarlos + ambulance ride

major character injury, hurt carlos reyes, worried tk strand, off duty injury, whump, angst, nonlinear narrative, gun violence, hopeful ending

3.7k | rated T | on ao3

thank you to jamie @firefighterreyes for reading through this and giving me feedback! and the title from I knew this would be love by imaginary future

*****

“You’re okay, Carlos. Stay with me, babe, stay with me,” TK pleads, ignoring how his voice breaks and instead tightens his hold on Carlos’s slack hand.

His bloody slack hand. And TK’s hand is covered in blood, too. It’s covered in Carlos’s blood. TK’s stomach churns and twists in an unnatural way when his eyes move from Carlos’s ashen face and land on the amount of blood coating their joint hands, staining their matching silver bands.

There’s so much blood. Carlos is losing so much blood.

But he doesn’t have much time to think about it because in the next moment, his head is quickly snapping up at the paramedic’s urgent voice. TK watches with horror as Carlos’s vitals drop dangerously and his own heart sinks into his knees.

The ambulance starts to move, the sirens wailing in its wake as they speed towards the hospital. TK watches the paramedic work frantically from the corner of his eye, work to stabilize Carlos but TK can’t really spare him a full glance, his attention solely focused on Carlos.

The officer’s skin is pale and clammy, beads of sweat collecting on his forehead and his breaths coming short and quick, fogging up the oxygen mask covering most of his face. Tears build in TK’s eyes, terrified he’s about to lose Carlos.

He feels helpless, he feels that Carlos is slipping right through his fingers and—

No. He can’t lose Carlos. He can’t.

TK can’t help but wonder if there were anything he could have done differently, if anything could have changed this outcome. If anything done differently could have made it so that Carlos wasn’t currently lying on a gurney, barely stable.

TK can’t control his mind when it takes him back in time. When it takes him just thirty minutes back in time, when he and Carlos were walking side by side, holding hands and laughing, the silver spark TK loves glittering in his fiancé’s eyes. And now Carlos is fighting for his life, now TK can’t see that spark and it feels like his own light is slowly fading away…

*****

“We have space in the fridge, right?” Carlos asks, he and TK stopping to stand in line to use the ATM.

TK thinks back for a moment before nodding. “Yeah.”

“Good, because you know mom will be packing up some food for us to take home with us,” Carlos chuckles. “I think she automatically adds portions for us while she makes lunch.”

TK nods, a smile spreading on his face. “Her food is amazing.”

“It is,” Carlos agrees. “And the food she packs for us lasts a while, makes me think I could stop cooking and we can just have her food.”

“Carlos Reyes, that implication wounds me, don’t you dare stop cooking,” TK gasps, playfully hitting Carlos’s shoulder. “As much as I love your mom’s food, and trust me, I do love your mom’s food, your cooking has a special place in my heart.”

Carlos chuckles again, lifting their connected hands to brush a kiss to TK’s knuckles. “Well, in that case…”

TK’s smile widens, brilliant and bright. “I am excited to have lunch with your parents, it’s been a while.”

It was deemed near impossible for Carlos and TK’s schedules to line up together for a day off in the past month. They’ve both had hectic shifts that seemed to drag and never end, shifts that were always opposite each other. One of them gets home just as the other is about to leave, barely giving them time to spend together. Their time together was either spent taking a quick shower together or having breakfast or dinner before one of them had to dash out the front door with a soft kiss brushed to the other’s lips and a promise of I’ll be careful.

And aside from their frustration at the lack of quality time they had together, they were also pretty down by the fact they couldn’t go over to Andrea and Gabriel’s as it had been established.

Since their engagement, Carlos and TK would go over to the Reyes’ once a week and it had become a ritual all of them loved and looked forward to, until the misalignment of Carlos and TK’s schedules had broken what was becoming their tradition.

They would make it work when their schedules were in sync and even opted for breakfast or brunch when Carlos and TK had shifts on the days that worked best for Andrea and Gabriel. It was important for all four individuals to have that time together, for them to grow even closer and strength their relationship.

There were the infamous Sunday dinners at the Reyes ranch they go to as well, Carlos and TK always happy to see Tia Lucy and the rest of the Reyes family, and the feeling was reciprocated, with the family always happy to see the young couple, too. But they had regrettably missed a few of those, courtesy of their jumbled work lives. TK remembers coming home from shift to find Carlos on the phone with Tia Lucy, promising they’d make it to the first Sunday dinner their schedules allowed for.

And soon, it seemed a higher form was finally in Carlos and TK’s corners and they found themselves at the Reyes ranch the following Sunday.

“Mom and dad are really looking forward to it, too,” Carlos replies. “They really missed having us over. And mom is making your favorite.”

The line moves up just as Carlos’s phone pings in his pocket. He fishes it out and his smile widens at the screen.

“Mom just replied,” he tells TK. “They don’t need us to pick up anything on the way, she says they just want us to hurry over because they miss us.”

TK chuckles. “As soon as this line moves some more.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” TK agrees and then returns the soft kiss Carlos brushes against his lips.

Carlos squeezes TK’s hand before letting go and making his way down the street, almost speed walking down the block.

TK’s eyes follow Carlos until he disappears down the road and then moves up on more spot in line. He pulls his phone from his jeans back pocket and starts scrolling through his Instagram feed to kill some time while he waits.

TK isn’t sure how much time had passed by when the all-too familiar ring of a shot has TK’s head jerking up so fast he thinks he gives himself whiplash.

And with a sinking feeling, he realizes the sound came from the direction Carlos had walked in.

*****

The ambulance hits a small bump but TK barely feels it. He closes his eyes, sending a prayer that today isn’t the day he loses the love of his life.

He squeezes Carlos’s hand, his heart breaking some more at the lack of response from his fiancé. At the absence of his loving and comforting touch, at the absence of the warmth that always radiates so brightly from him. The warmth that has become TK’s home and his sanctuary.

Part of him is scared beyond words he’ll never get to feel that warmth again.

TK’s a paramedic and he knows Carlos is in rough shape, he knew the moment he found him. He’s seen this so many times, how quickly it happens, how—

TK shakes his head, he’s never given up on Carlos and he isn’t about to start now.

He does his best to expel those intruding thoughts and he faintly registers the paramedic’s voice saying they’re three minutes away from the hospital.

“Stay with me, babe,” TK whispers, his voice catching in his throat. “Please.”

Dread stirs in his stomach when Carlos’s numbers keep dropping, the only response he gets…

*****

Carlos had just finished paying for the bouquet when his ears pick up on the sound of commotion getting louder and louder outside. It’s a stark contrast to how calm and quiet it was when he first made his way to the shop. He frowns, quickly thanking the florist and makes his way out of the store.

The door hasn’t even fully closed behind him yet when he spots three uniformed officers running in his direction, and his eyes track their movement to find a middle aged man running ahead of them. He immediately recognizes him as the perpetrator, and the atmosphere around turns heavy and tense.

His training kicks in and his concern shifts to the civilians standing around. He wants to help get them to safety, to move and guide them away from this chase. There aren’t that many people but it’s still a considerable amount, but they start yelling and dispersing when they notice what’s going on.

It turns into chaos and the fact that any of them can get hurt, that an innocent person can get hurt, powers Carlos’s legs to move. He’s about to speak up while digging his hand into his pocket for his phone to call TK when he spots the gun in the perp’s hands.

The gun that is being waved around and is being aimed at the officers.

He follows the trajectory and Carlos’s eyes go wide when it leads straight to a little girl standing alone in the line of fire, fear etched on her features.

They make eye contact for a moment, Carlos immediately noticing the tears staining her cheeks and her shaking body. His heart pounds harshly against his ribcage and the next thing he knows, he’s in the middle of the sidewalk, directly in the line of fire, his body curled around the little girl and a loud bang is heard.

Everything is still and silent for a few seconds and Carlos doesn’t move.

And then he feels the pain, it comes all at once, spreading and flaring up through his entire body and tears start stinging in his eyes. He draws in a deep breath but the smallest of movements makes the agony worse, makes the fire in his nerves burn hotter and he feels paralyzed. He pushes through it, wanting to make sure the little girl is okay and that no one got hurt. He vaguely recognizes his own voice when he asks her if she’s okay and he only half registers her small nod in response.

His hand goes to the source of the pain and it comes back wet and sticky.

Add pressure, his tired head supplies. He does his best but he has to stifle a groan at the wave of pain that shocks his system.

His vision blurs, the sounds and voices around him fading away, even the ones coming to his aid and the ones yelling to call 911, it all feels so far away now. He sways dangerously to the side, losing his balance and then everything is sideways.

A moment later, his sight narrows and darkness creeps up on him. And his last thought before he gives into the darkness is a name.

TK.

*****

TK hears the paramedic in the front radio dispatch about Carlos’s condition, giving them live updates so the hospital is prepared when they arrive. He’s done that himself so many times, taking updates from Tommy and Nancy and had that back and forth with dispatch but it never had his hands shaking like they are now.

He sucks in a lungful of air and shakily exhales. He leans closer to Carlos, and even though his eyes are closed, TK hopes he can hear him.

“You’re going to be just fine, babe, I’m right here and I promise I’m not going anywhere. We’re almost at the hospital and they’re going to help you and you’ll be back on your feet in no time,” TK sniffs. “You’ll get better and we’ll continue planning the wedding, you know our parents have so many ideas and opinions and we gotta work through all of that together.

A little heavy voice at the back of TK’s head whispers, if you get to have a wedding…

TK silences it.

“I’m pretty sure your mom’s binder for the wedding is now twice the size it was last time,” TK lets out a wet chuckle, a tear rolling down his cheek. “I need you, babe, I need you so much and just…please, please, hang on.”

TK’s hand is still shaking when he reaches out and threads his fingers through Carlos’s soft and loose curls, TK loves them when they run wild. He then brushes a stray curl back from Carlos’s forehead, the same one that falls over the officer’s forehead when he sleeps. He brushes it back in the same manner he does on the rare occasion when he wakes up before Carlos, smiling when Carlos gravitates towards him even in his sleep upon his soft touch.

But Carlos isn’t asleep right now and TK is painfully aware of that fact by how cool Carlos’s skin feels and how still his body is. Carlos isn’t a fidgety sleeper, he doesn’t twist and turn often, he’s quite calm but there are small movements that TK had noticed over the years they've been together, small movements that are Carlos; a soft sigh, a light turn, nuzzling his face against the pillow, an arm tightening around TK’s middle, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way Carlos’s eyes move a bit under his closed lids when he’s dreaming. And all of those little things are absent right now, their absence breaking TK at his core.

He wishes this were a dream, that he’d wake up and they’d be in their bed, safe and sound, wrapped in each other’s arms and he’d get to experience and witness all those little things again. He already misses Carlos’s touch.

But he knows this is reality, because if this were a dream, he would have woken up already.

It’s not a dream, but it is a nightmare.

*****

TK’s legs move on their own accord while his brain works on catching up with what he just heard. The logical side of his head tells him to wait, that maybe running in the direction of danger isn’t the best idea but he pushes it to the side, not giving it another moment of thought. He can’t. He needs to do one thing and that is getting to Carlos, to see him and to make sure he’s okay.

Something in his gut tells him that Carlos isn’t okay and that instinct has him breaking into a full sprint.

It’s easy to spot the group of people gathered around on the sidewalk and TK’s heart plumes into his stomach when he notices the havoc is right in front of the flower shop. He scans the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of his fiancé, any sign to tell him that he’s okay, but as the seconds tick by and he gets closer with no sign of Carlos, the hot pit in TK’s stomach gets bigger and bigger.

He knows Carlos would have jumped into action at hearing the gunshot, but he’s worried that that took a turn for the officer. That’s when TK’s eyes catch the blue of Carlos’s shirt through gaps between the crowd, the blue of the shirt TK loves, the blue that’s too close to the ground for it to be anything other than what TK had feared, what he felt in his gut since hearing the shot echo off the buildings and ring in his head.

He can’t control the mix of a gasp and sob that escapes him as he yells Carlos’s name.

“Carlos!” TK’s voice pierces even his own ears. “Let me through! He’s my fiancé!” He pushes through the crowd, fighting to get to Carlos as his heart rages in his chest. “Let me through! I’m a paramedic!”

TK finally breaks through the crowd, spotting the bouquet that’s now on the ground, the flowers scattered and broken. He wastes no time in dropping to his knees next to Carlos and pushing two fingers against his neck. He holds his breath, waiting for that thud…one, two, three. TK’s shoulder slightly sag forward when he finally feels Carlos’s heart beat against his fingers.

He can hear someone on the phone with 911 but it’s in the background, all his attention is on Carlos. The momentary relief at finding a pulse is quickly replaced with fear as TK registers the pool of blood already formed underneath the older man, staining the asphalt crimson.

The blood seeping out of a bullet wound in Carlos’s stomach.

Carlos’s head has lolled to the side, his eyes closed and no, no, no, this isn’t how the day was supposed to go, TK thinks as he clamps down both hands tightly over the wound, ignoring how his stomach twists at the sensation of Carlos’s blood seeping through his fingers.

“Carlos? Carlos, can you hear me?” TK speaks, hoping his voice is steadier than it sounds to him.

He presses down harder and the action has Carlos gasping, his eyes flying open and drawing in a deep breath which is immediately let out through a series of groans.

“Hey, babe, hey, look at me, look at me,” TK guides Carlos, who’s eyes roam around for a few moments before finding TK’s worried ones.

“TK,” Carlos breathes around another groan.

“I’m here, I’m right here, just focus on me,” TK continues, his eyes never leaving Carlos’s.

“Hurts…tired,” Carlos whispers, his eyes beginning to close again.

“No, no, you have to stay awake, babe,” TK doesn’t hold back the panic anymore as it coats his words. “I know it hurts and that you’re tired, but you have to stay awake for me, can you do that?”

And when has Carlos ever been able to refuse TK anything? So he slowly nods, fighting against the pull back into the darkness and focuses on TK.

“‘m sorry…”

TK’s eyebrows knit together. “For what?”

Instead of replying, Carlos uses all the energy he has to lift his hand and places it over TK’s.

TK doesn’t need words to know what Carlos means, to know what Carlos is saying. They don’t need words to understand each other, their connection much deeper than that. TK’s heart breaks some more at the realization that Carlos is saying goodbye.

“Hey, no, no,” TK shakes his head. “Don’t say goodbye, we’re not done yet, you hear me? There’s still so much for us to do together, to experience together and this isn’t the end. It can’t be, I won’t let it be. We can’t lose all that we are and all that we will be. Just stay with me, baby.”

Tears are now streaming freely down TK’s face and he doesn’t move to wipe them and where is the ambulance?

Carlos lets out a shaky sigh and he barely responds when TK’s hands press down even more on his stomach in hopes of controlling the bleeding.

The lack of response from Carlos has TK’s blood running cold.

“I’m scared,” Carlos’s voice breaks, the tears swimming in his eyes bringing out the brown of his irises.

“I’m right here, I’ll be right by your side, I’m not going anywhere,” TK is quick to reassure him. “I won’t let go.”

Carlos blinks and sends a tear rolling down the side of his face, disappearing into his hair.

“Can you…” Carlos starts but pauses to breathe. “My parents…they…our day…”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it, I promise. And we’ll have plenty more days with them. Just save your strength, okay?”

And then the air around them is filled with the sound of incoming sirens, far away but getting closer by the second.

“You hear that, babe? Help is almost here,” TK says and moves to plant a kiss to Carlos’s forehead. “Hold on, babe, hold on,” he whispers against Carlos’s skin. “I love you so much.”

“Love…you,” Carlos replies with a hitch in his voice.

And when TK pulls back and looks down, Carlos’s eyes had drifted shut.

“No, no,” TK’s tone is laced with desperation and fear. “Open your eyes, Carlos, open your eyes…baby…”

He doesn’t hold back the wail that tears through his throat when Carlos’s eyes eyes remain closed.

TK still fights against the thought that Carlos had said goodbye.

*****

It’s a fury of action when the ambulance comes to a halt at the Emergency Room entrance. The doors are ripped open and a doctor and two nurses are standing by the rig. The information starts rolling off the paramedic’s tongue as he gives them a rundown of Carlos’s condition and injury.

TK is frozen in place, hearing the words but they’re not quite sinking in as the other paramedic jumps out of the front and rounds the ambulance. The two paramedics get Carlos out and TK watches as they push the gurney into the ER, moving quickly through the sliding door and through the hallways. TK knows he should follow but he still can’t get himself to step out of the ambulance.

Instead, he repeats the words he heard over and over in his head.

Vitals low but stabilized, bleeding controlled…

He feels his knees go weak and scared he’s going to topple over, he falls back onto the small cushioned seat.

He thinks about the promise he made Carlos and suddenly his phone feels very heavy in his pocket. He knows he has to make that call, he knows it’s going to break his heart all over again and he doesn’t know if he can get through that call without breaking down. But he will pull his phone out of his pocket. He will dial the number but right now, he can’t tear his gaze away from his closed fist. After what feels like an eternity, he slowly opens his palm and a choked sob echoes inside the ambulance.

TK stares at the ring sitting in his hand, Carlos’s ring.

He tilts his hand and the sun catches the engraved words written inside, Yours forever

He closes his hand again and brings his fist to rest over his heart, feeling it thump against his own skin.

TK prays he’ll get to slip the ring back onto Carlos’s finger and Carlos will reply with the smile that’s reserved for only him.

And eight days later, he does and the smile Carlos gives him brings the light back into TK’s world.

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bluenet13 · 3 years

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It’s two sugars, right.

Part 2 of my Tarlos collection of short stories: Carlos and Owen share a moment while they wait for TK to wake up from his coma.

Carlos knows he should have cut his losses long ago. Any smart man would see that TK's been fighting any progress between them since the moment they met, so he should just try to let the man go and stop his treacherous heart from falling in love. It might hurt now, but it will hurt less in the end.

But Carlos Reyes has never been one to follow rationality over emotion, and instead he usually goes all in, with his heart leading the way. So today, Carlos again steps into the hospital's waiting room and sighs, not because of the location itself, but because he hates how it's already starting to feel like home. After all, in the last week he's spent more time here than at his own apartment. Taking in the people sitting in the uncomfortable chairs, Carlos waves sadly before bypassing the room, and all conversation and questions -he knows the 126 crew means well, but the only voice from the firehouse he wants to hear right now belongs to the man still unconscious on the bed, so he goes directly to his room.

Like every morning in the past six days, Carlos closes his eyes just before he enters the room. He's never been a religious man, not like his deeply devout family, but he still remembers many Sundays in church and how he always used to accompany his mama without complaint, and he hopes that has to mean and count for something. So, again, he gives a silent prayer to the heavens, even if it really sounds more like a request, because right now he feels at his limit and he doesn't think he has a lot to offer. But still he asks, God or anyone willing to listen, to please spare TK's life, and not take him away before they have the chance to really figure out what they mean to each other, and what they could be. He thinks it would be something very special, and he needs TK to live so they can at least try.

But as every morning before, his plea is not answered and Carlos steps into the room to an unconscious TK, his father like always sitting on the chair next to the bed. "Morning," Owen says, without even turning back, this moment nothing special and just a repeat of every day that came after TK got shot.

"Good morning, any change?" Carlos asks hopefully, even if he should know better. In their jobs, hoping gets you nowhere, usually it only gives you a broken heart and more things to talk about with your APD-mandated therapist. But hope is everything that Carlos has left, so he clings to it for dear life.

"Nothing," Owen answers sadly, a hand clutching TK's as the other runs through his son's hair.

"Nothing is better than bad news," Carlos tries, a small, sad smile gracing his lips when Owen finally turns back to look at him, but it falls instantly as soon as he takes in the other man's disheveled and tired look. "Have you slept at all, Captain Strand? If you want I can stay with TK tonight and you can go home. Maybe take a shower, eat a warm meal and sleep for a few hours?" Even as the words leave his lips, Carlos can't help but feel that he's overstepping. Not only because Owen is his superior, even if they don't work for the same agency, but even more because he's the father of his… something? Not boyfriend, but also not nothing. Just something in between that still hasn't been given a label. Which only means that he still deeply cares for the man lying on the bed, and as consequence, also for the older man in front of him, and he knows TK wouldn't want his dad's health to suffer because of what happened to him.

Owen shakes his head and brushes off the concern, turning back to look at his son without muttering a single word.

"I'll go get us some coffee, then," Carlos says instead of further pressing the issue, knowing that being proactive is a better approach than arguing with the fire captain, "it's two sugars, right?"

That finally gets Owen's complete attention, and for the first time the man loses all physical contact with his son as he turns to look at Carlos fully, both eyebrows raised in a silent question.

Thinking back to his words, Carlos blushes and his eyes go wide, before his cop brain takes over and he schools his features and tries to calmly say, "TK once told me. And I just happened to remember. Cops, you know, we need to have a good memory to recall faces and case details." His attempt at normalcy would have been good if he wasn't rambling, and Carlos finds himself taking a step backward as Owen's face breaks into a grin. The man hasn't smiled at all in the last week, but this one seems genuine, and even if Carlos fears the words that will come out of the captain's lips, he still feels proud at being the one that put it there.

"Have you been spending nights at my house, Officer Reyes?" Owen asks, and his nose scrunches as he seems to ponder something. "That would explain the good coffee lately. My son is good at many things, and excellent at being a firefighter, but we all know he can't cut it in the kitchen. Not even for coffee."

"I-uh-I-" Carlos' brain is short circuiting and words evaporate as quickly as they come to his overloaded mind, not only because he just outed himself in front of his something's father, but because as soon as the man in question wakes up he's going to be the one ending up dead because TK will surely murder him for the slip up.

"Relax, Carlos. I already knew there was a new important someone in my son's life," at Carlos' questioning look, Owen chuckles before continuing, "not only because of the amazing coffee I now often find in the pot when I wake up, but TK, he's just been smiling more than before, and there's a new bounce to his step, you know? He looks happier than ever in the last year, and probably, just happier than ever, period. I'm just glad it i-" Owen stops abruptly and shakes his head, then turns back to the bed and retakes TK's hand, a few minutes, apparently, the longest the man can go without a physical connection to his boy. "I'm just happy he is happy. That's all."

Carlos has the feeling Owen was about to say something else, something more akin to approving of him as the man making his son happy. And his heart almost bursts at that possibility. If only TK could catch up to his father and also see what's right in front of their eyes. TK already makes him the happiest man on earth -just his smile fills him with warmth, and every look they share starts butterflies in his stomach- and he's not even his to call boyfriend yet. If given the chance Carlos knows he would gladly spend every day and night making sure TK feels as happy in return, and just loving and caring for him as he deserves, even if TK himself doesn't think he's earned it yet.

Lost in his thoughts, the silence stretches for too long and Carlos knows he should say something, reassure the man in some way, or at least thank him. But for now, he feels like he's already revealed enough. So not wanting to embarrass himself any further, or put a bigger target on his back when (not if, but when) TK wakes up, he just nods and turns to the door, but before he can exit the room, he's stopped by Owen's voice.

"And Carlos, yes, it's two sugars. Thank you." This time Owen doesn't turn back around, but Carlos can still sense the smile on his lips, so he smiles too. Both hoping their presence, joined hearts and shared wishes are enough reasons for TK to fight to wake up and breathe and smile again. But for now, both fire captain and police officer take comfort in this moment and the love they feel for the man lying on the bed. Because Carlos would be a fool not to see that he's fallen for TK already.

#911 lone star fanfiction #tarlos #911 lone star #Carlos Reyes #Owen Strand #tk strand #season 1 coda #coda 1x08

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chaotictarlos · 2 years

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flames of desire, only burn hotter: blowjob

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: Explicit | Warnings (will be updated as more fics are added): m x m smut, m x m, sex, blow jobs, oral sex

Summary: A collection of smutty one shots that can be read alone.

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Carlos looks so pretty on his knees for TK.

TK stares down at his husband, licking his lips slowly. He loves seeing Carlos like this, so open and vulnerable for him. He reaches out and runs his thumb over Carlos' bottom lip.

"Open up for me, baby."