#andrea reyes

[reasonandfaithinharmony]

911 Lone Star: Best of Men (4x17) | In Sickness and in Health deleted scene (4x18)

inspired by @goldenskykaysani's tags on this post

[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

[911lsbts]

These are from eBay and you can bid on them.

[nisbanisba]

A little sickfic flashback scene from the NYC spring break AU! Thanks for the tag @heartstringsduet

After School is Carlitos and Mamá time, where he eats a big delicious snack and tells her all about his day, about what he learned, who he played with, what he read, what interesting clouds he’d seen, and she smiles and kisses his head and tells him what a smart, good boy he is, and asks if he wants more tortillas.

On this day, though, he comes home from school tired, his head aching, and he stares at his plate and picks at a concha. It tastes wrong, and his eyes well with tears when it hurts to swallow.

“Eat, eat, mijito,” his mom calls from the stove, and he forces himself to take another bite. When the tears spill over and he sobs a little at how wrong everything feels, Mama looks at him, then swiftly turns off the stove and hurries to his side. “Ay, mijo, qué te pasa, what’s wrong, what’s wrong? Tell Mamá,” she pleads as he sobs into her sweater.

“I don’t know,” he hiccups, rubbing his face on her shoulder.

She rocks him back and forth, presses her lips to his forehead. “Ay, Carlitos, you’re so warm.”

“I’m cold,” he argues, because he is now, shaking in his t-shirt, even though he’s all wrapped up in Mamá’s warm hug.

“Ay, mi amor. Pobrecito, let’s get you to bed.”

Before he knows it he is in his pajamas, snuggled up with Kique the koala in his parents’ big bed. Mamá flits in and out, taking his temperature and making him sip tea and soup and swallow vile bitter red medicine he wants to spit right back out. “You need to take it if you want to feel better,” Mamá says.

Carlos cries but obeys. “Mami?” he rasps through his tears afterwards.

“Sí, mijo.” Mamá’s fingers are soft on his face, swiping away tears and combing his hair back.

“Can I have a story? Kique wants one about Australia.”

“Claro que sí, mi corazón.” She gets into the bed with him, and he burrows into her side as she wraps her arms around him and Kique both. That’s all he really wanted, anyway.

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[dear-viv]

Here are some photos and gifs I’ve edited while making the mood board.

I just LOVE Tarlos’ confused 🫤 faces

😆😆😆

[henrygrass]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tag, @heartstringsduet! Once again, I am working on an Andrea-centric fic because I just can't let go of my favorite Lone Star mom. This is sort of a part two of "Love Woven Through Time." Anyway, here's the snippet:

“The lights are still on; there’s still time, mijo,” she reassures Carlos, giving his arm a gentle squeeze to calm his nerves.

Just then, the auditorium lights dim, as if to prove her wrong. She huffs, her eyes darting to the entrance, hoping that TK will burst through any moment. Knowing him, he’s likely racing through the city in the ambulance, sirens wailing, determined to reach Jonah before the curtain rises.

“Is your kid in the play?” a woman beside Carlos chirps, her voice high-pitched and piercing, rising above the chatter of the auditorium.

Andrea turns her head slightly, catching sight of Carlos meticulously adjusting the camera, his brows furrowed in concentration as he prepares to capture every moment of Jonah’s first school play.

“Yes,” he replies, his focus unwavering as he fine-tunes the settings, leaving little room for small talk.

“My Derek is playing the royal messenger,” she announces. “But all the kids playing the animal friends must be talented too,” she adds, puffing out her chest with a hint of pride in her son’s role.

Derek… Andrea’s mind races, connecting the child’s name with a conversation she had with TK last week. This must be Veronica, the mom who commented on TK's chocolate cake during the last parent-teacher meeting for the play, saying, “Good thing you’re a paramedic; you can save us from this.” Andrea can almost see the scene unfold as TK mimicked her, complete with her dramatic coughing. Although she was unaware that TK was the one who made it, Andrea still glares at her; she will remember that face.

Carlos turns to Veronica, nodding. “Oh, that’s fantastic! You must be so proud!” he responds, his voice laced with sincerity, though Andrea can detect the familiar undertone of his own chest swelling with pride. She suppresses a grin, bracing herself for what’s to come.

“Mine’s playing the prince,” he beams, his focus shifting back to the camera.

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[never-blooms]

destellas el cielo y ahoro te celebro

fantasmas - humbe

[gigigazelleloves]

As a person of colour with an immigrant mom and grandparents, Carlos's coming out story is one of the most realistic I've seen.

I love how they make it clear that his parents aren't ashamed or full on homophobic, they just feel uncomfortable cause there dealing with something they never thought they would have to deal with before.

It's kind of like how before coming to Canada, my Grandmama knew what snow was, she just never thought she would have to deal with it hands on and tried avoiding doing so.

Unfortunately by showing that they were uncomfortable, it made Carlos uncomfortable in his own sexuality. Not just his sexuality but things like interacting with people of the opposite gender and showing PDA to TK. It's a huge part of Latin American culture to be aware of such things (coming from someone from the Caribbean) and since a lot of immigrant communities that parents or grandparents may currently be a part of still thinks this way it is easy to have those thoughts transpired to you, even if you're "westernized".

The thing I love though is that his parents (specifically his mom) recognize and apologize for pushing their discomfort onto him and change their viewpoints. They apologize with a way of realizing their son, even though they raised him, is still a separate human being from them (to a certain extent; Mrs. Reyes still has her Carlitos) and that Carlos has feelings too. They talk directly to him like he is a human being. They also make it clear that they were in the wrong in the situation and don't put the blame on him for how they reacted, which is something that unfortunately happens a lot when children are finally given the apology they need from their parents.

Bottom line: Andrea and Gabriel (RIP my dude) are some of the best, of not the best parents in Lone Star and that I wish we could see more storylines like this in the mainstream media. It would help address a lot of the issues faced by people in similar situations like Carlos.

[tarlosstory]

TARLOS | S2E11 | Part 4 FULL TARLOS STORYLINE | ONLY TARLOS SCENES

[thestarwarslesbian]

(At a Reyes family dinner) Andrea: I do not have a favourite child. Carlos: That’s only because TK is my husband not your biological child. Andrea: He’s your dad’s favourite too. Gabriel: I’m not even going to deny it.

[reasonandfaithinharmony]

We almost forgot. Your boutonnière.

911 Lone Star:  In Sickness and in Health deleted scene + promo footage (4x18)

[guardian-angle22]

911: Lone Star | Carlos "I Don't Avoid" Reyes

[911lsbts]

Deleted Scene: 9-1-1: Lone Star | TK & Carlos Cut Their Wedding Cakeeyed

[nisbanisba]

I hope you like sicky Carlos!! I’ve undertaken a personal mission to beef up the “Sick Carlos Reyes” tag on AO3 🫡

My fics:

Of Headaches & Housecats, Rated T, 10k words. The concussed cat dad Carlos fic. In which Carlos has a concussion, and TK, Jonah, their cats, and their extended 126 family take care of him.

I can't tell one from another (did I find you or you find me), Rated T, 7.8k words.

Carlos doesn't usually get sick, but it's been a tough year. The flu knocks him down hard the first winter of their marriage. TK helps (with an assist from Tommy & Nancy because TNT are the best paramedic trio in the land).

Make Us Be Brave, Rated M, 8.2k words.

TK thinks Carlos is too sick to be working. Grace thinks so too, but she'll help him solve a murder anyway. Judd is there to keep TK's head from exploding. Andrea & Charlie Ryder appear too, for hugs.

Smooshy Boys Club, Rated M, 3.5k words. The fluffiest fluff. In which Buttercup takes care of Carlos, even before Carlos knows he needs taking care of. He lets TK help.

Stone Cold, Will You Miss Me, Rated T, 9k words. Teenage boyfriends TK and Carlos have a fight when Carlos isn't ready to go to the dance together. Also, neither of them feel very well. Sort of a teen AU for 2x04, very much a self-indulgent sickfic featuring teen angst and Gabriel doing his best.

[tailoredshirt]

That makes me so happy to hear, mijo.

[henrygrass]

WIP Wednesday

A snippet from the Andrea fic that I've been working on; just a glimpse into her life as Jonah's abuela. Thank you for the tag @carlossreaders!

Andrea stirs, snuggling into the familiar warmth behind her, his arm draped over her, his breathing in sync with her own. She shifts slightly, her hand reaching for his to gently pull away without waking him. The boys are bringing Jonah today; there’s much to prepare. 

As her fingers tingle touching his calloused hand—the one that holds her heart—she feels the warmth begin to fade, the comforting weight of him slipping away. Slowly, she turns, her heart fluttering with the hope that maybe the dream isn’t over yet.

Her gaze falls on the empty space beside her, and the familiar ache resurges, the finality of reality settling in.

With a trembling hand, she reaches for the empty spot, her fingers brushing against the cool sheets that are supposed to hold warmth and love. Closing her eyes, she wishes for just a moment longer, trying to recall the ephemeral feeling that caresses her in her dreams and abandons her every morning. Just a moment—that’s all she needs, a fleeting second borrowed from her dreams to face the day without him.

She takes a deep, shuddering breath and steels herself to rise from the bed, the light of the morning already creeping through the curtains, casting the soft glow of a new day in a world where life just goes on.

She sits at the edge of her bed, reaching for the alarm clock to turn it off before it goes off. She chuckles softly when she notices that, once again, it’s one minute away from going off—just like every day, as if the dreams allow her to join Gabriel as long as she’s back at this exact time.

Her eyes drift to the picture of him on the nightstand, and she leans in, pressing a tender kiss to the cool surface where Gabriel’s smile shines back at her.

“Buenos días, mi amor,” she whispers, as if he could hear her if she just kept her voice low enough, careful not to alert reality that she’s back.

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