#tk comforting carlos

[lonestardust]

"It's Okay" TK comforting Carlos through hardships; 2x12 -> 3x08 -> 4x01 -> 4x04.

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911: Lone Star | Tarlos Neck Kisses (S1 -> S4)

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911 Lone Star, s2e8

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Tarlos (TK and Carlos | 9-1-1 Lone Star) Spin off??? I got better idea .. they join 118!! So we can see Tarlos and Buddie (Buck and Eddie | 9-1-1) hang out!! That’s all I want !!!

Pride Parade

Queer Bar

Just hanging out

Anything with them all together pleaseee!

Saw it shared Ronen Rubinstein (who plays TK) in video said Tarlos might have a spin off? I don’t know the source or where it went I lost it! But he was on stage with Gavin McHugh (Christopher on 9-1-1) so looks like a convention panel thing recently?? If you have the video share to this post I want to see it again??! Thanks !!

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TARLOS ANGSTY SMUT FIC:

"It Doesn't Have to be Perfect"

Summary:

It was their anniversary and TK was more than prepared to celebrate it with his boyfriend. He was looking forward to their celebratory events tonight. It had to be perfect for him. For Carlos.

So, why was this feeling slowly nestling in his mind starting to tell him otherwise?

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My first Tarlos fic AND my first time writing smut, so I hope everyone enjoys it. Feel free to leave comments after reading it I'd love to hear what everyone thinks!

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Tarlos (9-1-1 lonestar) Sickfic pt. 2

If you haven't read the first part it is linked here: Part 1

Depictions of vomit below the cut (and in the link above)

T.K. was woken up by Carlos lurching out of his arms to lean over the side of the bed with a harsh gag.

"Shit," T.K. said under his breath. He didn't know how much time had passed but judging by how tired he felt, he doubted it had been long. He tried to blink his eyes awake as he scooted over to wrap an arm around Carlos's chest. He'd looked like he was about to spill out of the bed.

"I've got you baby," he said, taking more of Carlos's weight as he leaned further over the side to heave and retch over the trash can. There was nothing left for him to bring up, but his body clearly hadn't gotten the message.

"I-can't-" Carlos gasped in between gags, moaning in pain as his stomach continued to clench.

"Try to breath honey, you're all worked up right now," T.K. said, wrapping his arm tighter around Carlos and rubbing his other hand up and down his back. "Breathe with me, okay? You're done, you're all done."

Carlos let out a sob as he went almost completely limp, body spent. Thankfully T.K. had already been supporting a lot of his weight, and was able to prevent him from falling off the bed and pull him back up. Tears streamed down his face.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's all gonna be alright baby," T.K. shushed gently, pulling Carlos into his arms and holding him.

"No-I-wait-" Carlos protested, weakly pushing away from T.K. to turn back toward the trash can on the floor.

"There's nothing left baby, you're empty I promise," T.K. shook his head, holding him tightly to keep him where he was.

"I feel so sick," Carlos shook his head, trying to push away again.

"Hey, hey listen, I know, okay? But I promise you, there's nothing left in your stomach to throw up. And even if you did, it would not be the worst thing I've had on me, not by far," T.K. explained.

That seemed to be enough to convince Carlos because he relaxed into T.K.'s arms. Carlos's shaky breaths slowly calmed, his stomach along with it. He still felt horrible, but the overwhelming nausea had receded for the moment.

"Think you could try and go back to sleep?" T.K. asked after a while.

"I don't know," Carlos answered honestly. He was exhausted, but he wasn't sure that his stomach would let him sleep. His whole body was starting to ache too.

"Do you want to go watch some tv out in the living room then?" T.K. suggested, hoping that a distraction could help him get back to sleep.

"Okay," Carlos nodded. "You don't have to," he added, feeling horrible for keeping T.K. up practically all night after his long shift. Even though the thought of going through this alone made him want to cry again.

"No.. I'm not just going to leave you to fend for yourself when you're so sick baby," T.K. shook his head.

"I'm sorry.." Carlos said miserably, sitting up in T.K.'s lap to drop his head into his hands.

"Hey, look at me," T.K. said, gently tilting Carlos's head up by his chin. "I want to take care of you okay? And yeah, I am tired, but I'm okay. I'll probably just fall asleep on the couch out there, that way I'll wake up if you need me," T.K. said.

"Okay," Carlos sniffled, a few stray tears falling down his cheeks. T.K. reached up to wipe them away with his thumb.

"Okay," T.K. said, smiling softly at his boyfriend.

He helped Carlos carefully get off the bed and slowly trudge out to the living room. T.K. helped get him settled on the couch with his pillow and a blanket, then set the trash can up in front of him again, just in case.

"What do you want to watch?" he asked, turning the tv on.

Carlos just shrugged, looking horribly pale in the light from the tv. T.K. turned on grey's anatomy, one of Carlos's guilty pleasure shows, then set the remote on the coffee table where Carlos could reach it if he wanted to. Then he climbed onto the couch behind him.

"I probably am going to fall asleep soon baby, but please wake me up if you need anything okay?" T.K. said as he wrapped his arms around Carlos, who curled up to him in turn.

"Mmm," Carlos hummed against T.K.'s chest.

T.K. kissed Carlos's forehead, then brought a hand up to card his fingers through Carlos's curls, hoping to put him to sleep before he fell asleep himself.

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(Art by the wonderful @chaotictarlos)

Title: just coffee

Relationship: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand

Rating: T for themes

Word Count: 4.9k

Summary:

TK Strand just wanted coffee. Carlos Reyes just wanted to catch the suspect fleeing the scene, with a gun.

"I'm not sure I should be letting you do this."

"It's the same thing EMS is going to do."

"Then we should wait for them."

"I am them," TK rolls his eyes, "sort of. Literally, my shift starts in," he rolls his wrist to check his watch, "well, would you look at that. My shift started five minutes ago. So technically I'm on the clock."

"Technically, you're a victim, and a witness."

"I'm also a Saggitarius but I'm not complaining."

@tarlosweddingcelebration Week 1 Prompt #2: alternate first meeting | disastrous first meeting

@tarlosweddingcelebration Week 1 Prompt #3: "You saved my life...I feel like I owe you."

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[lonestardust]

9-1-1 :LONE STAR : 5x06 "Naked Truth" Owen calls the 126 to Come Help rebuild the barn for Marlene, featuring Home by Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros.

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911 LONE STAR REWATCH 2024 -> 3.08 parallel for @goldenskykaysani

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911 Lone Star, s1e8

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this could be my favourite pic of all time huh

[chicgeekgirl89]

Mothers and Sons

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: T.K. Strand, Carlos Reyes, Andrea Reyes, Gabriel Reyes, Owen Strand

Summary: 

“I didn’t even think about her,” T.K. says. “I don’t…I don’t think I’ve thought about her all week. Things have been so busy and stressful and I—I just didn’t think about her. So I didn’t remember that she wouldn’t be coming. I forgot that my mom is gone and she’s not coming to my wedding.”

An unanticipated question during wedding planning revives T.K.'s grief. Fortunately Andrea is there to offer comfort.

CW: Religion, Gwyn Morgan’s Death

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T.K. had always privately laughed when the women in his life told him that wedding planning was a full time job. How hard could it possibly be? Some flowers, a cake, something to wear, you just made phone calls and shelled out cash until it was taken care of.

It turns out they were right and he’s an idiot and planning a wedding in less than eight weeks is potentially about to kill both him and his fiancé before they ever reach the altar. 

It was therefore necessary to rehire both of their parents plus Gabriel to try and get everything done in time. They’ve been given strict instructions to only do exactly what Carlos and T.K. tell them too, and so far (barring one incident involving the vegan dinner option) they’ve been beyond helpful in getting things finalized. 

At this point they are less than a week out and both of them are feeling the pressure. The cost of everything is sky high, the florist is having refrigerator issues and is claiming they might have to change their order last minute depending on what’s available, and Carlos cried in the shower this morning for no reason at all other than that this is the biggest moment of their lives and they both feel like they can’t even enjoy it because they’re so busy and stressed out.

Right now they’re sitting in front of the venue’s wedding coordinator, a cheery woman named Julissa whose face doesn’t seem to do anything other than smile. “Excellent,” she says, clapping her hands together, “so we’ve coordinated everything with the caterer and the bakery, which means food is all set. You brought the wedding favors and the table cards and we’ll set those all up along with the linens and the centerpieces once we hear back from the florist about what’s going on. The DJ is bringing his own gear and will be here an hour before the ceremony to get things hooked up. So that’s the reception basically taken care of, let’s focus on the ceremony.”

T.K. is only half paying attention at this point. He’s chewing on the inside of his cheek as he tries to remember who they tasked with picking up the tuxes. Was it Judd? Or Paul? They should have just kept them, but his dad had insisted they needed additional tailoring and now he can’t remember who’s getting them back.

“So, as I understand it, the two of you want to walk down the aisle together?” Julissa asks.

“Yes,” Carlos says, his voice warm and happy. 

“Unconventional. I love it! So we’ll seat the parents first before you come down, what order would you like to go in?”

Carlos looks at T.K. who shrugs in indifference, so he looks behind them to where their parents are sitting quietly for once. “Any preference?”

“Whatever you boys want is fine,” Andrea tells them.

“I guess alphabetically then? My parents first?” Carlos says.

“Great,” Julissa says, writing a big checkmark on the clipboard in front of her. “So we’ll seat Gabriel and Andrea followed by Owen and…oh. I’m sorry, I don’t have any notes on this. Will T.K.’s mother be joining us?”

The mood shifts immediately. T.K. feels as if someone has dumped a bucket of ice water over him. His entire body stiffens up as his heart does something weird and painful in his chest. “Um, no,” he says woodenly.

“T.K.’s mom passed away last year,” Carlos tells her, reaching over to gently cradle T.K.’s hand with his own, his thumb moving back and forth in a soothing motion.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Would you like to do something to memorialize her? Some people do a candle or leave a chair empty with a marker. I’d be happy to show you some examples.”

“Oh that’s a lovely idea!” Andrea says.

“I can’t believe we didn’t think of it,” Owen chimes in. “Yes, I think it’s a great idea to do something to honor her. Totally up to you though son, whatever you want to do.”

“I—“ T.K. feels like he’s suffocating. He isn’t prepared for this question and he doesn’t know what to say.

“Can we think about it and let you know?” Carlos asks, clearly seeing the strain and uncertainty on T.K.’s face.

“Yes, of course. We can throw something together up until the last minute if we need to,” Julissa tells them. “Okay, this seems like a good time to do a walk through of the ceremony and reception spaces, just so you’re super familiar with them and in case you have any last minute questions.”

They all rise and his dad immediately starts asking about how many electrical outlets are in the rooms they’ll use to get ready for the ceremony, while Andrea and Gabriel are talking about when Carlos’ sisters flights arrive.

Everyone else is still deep in the throes of planning, but T.K.’s mind is spinning, his breathing a little too fast. He’s completely thrown off, it feels almost like he’s not even here at all. 

“Hey, you okay?” Carlos asks quietly.

No. He’s not. Not even a little. “I think um, I think I need a minute,” T.K. tells him, then makes for the nearest exit before Carlos can ask to come along. He needs some space.

There’s a patio outside with a railing that overlooks a pond full of koi fish and lily pads. It’s quiet, a good enough place to just be alone for a minute.

He takes a few deep breaths, clenching and unclenching his fists. He doesn’t feel the need to use right this second, but it’s there, not buried quite as deeply as usual, and if it pokes through he’s going to need a meeting. There’s no time to fit one in this week, but he’ll do it if he has to. He’s not starting his marriage on the verge of a relapse.

He hears a door open behind him and waits, expecting Carlos or his dad to join him. He should have known he wouldn’t be alone for long. This is his second dramatic exit from a wedding facility in a few months, naturally one of them will be coming to try and talk him down. 

Instead it’s Andrea. He smells her perfume seconds before she joins him in leaning against the railing. 

She doesn’t say anything, just stands next to him, her presence soft and calming. T.K. has to resist the urge to turn and cry into her arms. She would let him, he has no doubt. Both she and Gabriel have gone above and beyond these last few months making sure he knows he’s a part of their family now. 

“Do they need me back inside?” he finally asks, his voice coming out a little raw. 

Andrea shakes her head. “No. We can stay out here as long as you need to.”

He blows out a shaky breath. “I figured it would be Carlos or my dad coming out here after me.”

“They wanted to. I asked if I could come instead.”

He looks back out at the water, watching as fish swim lazily back and forth under the surface. “I didn’t even think about her,” T.K. says. “I don’t…I don’t think I’ve thought about her all week. Things have been so busy and stressful and I—I just didn’t think about her. So I didn’t remember that she wouldn’t be coming. I forgot that my mom is gone and she’s not coming to my wedding.”

Tears are threatening and he tries to choke them back down as he turns and looks at Andrea, his heart so heavy it feels like it’s going to fall out of his chest. “I’m a terrible son.”

“Oh mijo.” Her eyes are full of sympathy as she reaches for him.

Carlos hugs him all the time. His dad does his fair share of hugging as well. And the 126 is a pretty touchy feely group in general, but the hug Andrea gives him now is different. There’s a warmth and a comfort to it that can’t be replicated by anyone else. This is a hug that has healed skinned knees and bad grades and broken hearts and as T.K. sinks into it there’s an overwhelming sense of relief and comfort. 

She holds him for as long as he wants, waiting patiently for him to be the one to pull away. “I’m sorry,” he says wetly when he finally does.

“You do not apologize,” she tells him firmly, reaching into her purse and handing him a tissue. “This is what family is for.”

“She’s my mom,” he says, feeling a little numb. “How could I have forgotten about her? She deserves…she deserves everything. Not something thrown together at the last minute.” He quotes Julissa’s words and they taste bitter on his tongue.

“T.K.,” she says his name in that patient and slightly chastising tone. “Sweetheart you didn’t forget about her. You’re busy doing your job and planning a wedding at the same time. You can’t think about everything all at once and that’s okay. Us moms, we understand being busy.”

“That feels like an excuse,” he says. “It’s the most important day of my life. She should be a part of it.”

His voice breaks, another tear trickling down his cheek and he quickly wipes it away. 

Andrea reaches down and grabs his hands. “I want to tell you something,” she says. “And I want you to really listen, okay?”

He nods and she smiles fondly at him. He can see so much of Carlos in her face. They have the same eyes, the same smile. He wonders how much of his own mother is looking back at her through his eyes.

“I only got to meet your mother once, so I can’t pretend I knew her well, but I can tell you that she glowed with love and pride for you. The way she lit up when she talked about you, she loved you so deeply T.K., anyone could see it,” she tells him

“Thank you,” he says, voice barely more than a whisper.

“I’ve been a mama for a long time now,” she says. “Much more of my life than I haven’t. And us mamas, no matter where we come from or how different our lives are, deep down we’re very much the same. We love our babies with our whole hearts and we will do anything to make sure they are safe and happy. So I can tell you with complete certainty that she will be there. She will be at your wedding.” She squeezes his hands gently. “You may not be able to see her, but I have complete faith that she would not miss it for anything.”

It’s an incredibly sweet sentiment, but it doesn’t quite soothe his ragged spirit in the way she probably intends. 

“You know Jews don’t really have the same concept of Heaven as Christians and Catholics do,” T.K. tells her, his heart heavy and sore as he voices something he’s wrestled with in the months since his mother passed. “I’m not even sure my mom believed in an afterlife. So I don’t know—“

“Don’t worry,” Andrea waves her hand dismissively. “I have already spoken to God about that and I told him to work it out.”

And that’s what finally does it. The mental image of her sitting in a pew, holding her rosary beads and bossing God around with that no-nonsense tone she uses makes him laugh, breaking through the guilt and sadness that weigh him down. Because if there is anyone in the world who can tell God what to do and make him bend to her will, it’s Andrea Reyes. “Thank you,” he says. 

She nods. “T.K. I am not your mother, and I would never dream of trying to replace her. But I hope, with all of my heart, that you know that we are family now. Forever. When you need us, we will be there for you.”

“I do,” T.K. says and he means it. “I do. I’m so grateful that you’re here. You and Gabriel. It means a lot to both of us to have your support.” 

He takes a deep breath, feeling a little steadier than before. It still hurts, but it’s manageable now. “We should probably get back inside.”

“Yes, we should. Right now Carlos is the only thing standing between your father, my husband, and wedding chaos. He’s a strong boy, but I’m not sure he can handle them on his own for much longer,” Andrea says.

Her words make him laugh again. “Yeah,” he says. “Let’s go rescue him.”

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Whumptober #12

xxx i haven’t slept in days, but who’s counting?

TK is awakened by a hand on his shoulder. 

“TK?” Carlos whispers.

He’d been having a good dream (fall in New York with Carlos, where it wasn’t so hot), and for a second he tries to fall back asleep in the hopes of holding onto it a little longer. And then Carlos shakes him a little. 

“TK! Hey!”

TK lets out a little sigh and opens his eyes, rolling onto his back. “I’m up, I’m up!...What time is it?” He turns onto his side to face his boyfriend (husband, he reminds himself happily) and frowns. Carlos is sitting up, and even in the darkness TK can tell he’s distressed. “Baby, you okay?”

Carlos nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. I’m sorry I woke you, you should--you should go back to sleep. I’m okay.” He’s trying hard to hide it, but TK knows him well enough to hear how upset he is. 

“Hey.” TK puts a hand on Carlos’s arm and frowns. “Babe, you’re shaking. What’s going on?” He reaches over and flicks on the lamp on his bedside table, frown deepening as he realizes that Carlos is crying. 

Carlos turns away quickly, putting his hands over his face. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles through his fingers. “This is so embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing,” TK says firmly, sitting up the rest of the way and scooting over so his leg is touching Carlos’s. He puts an arm around him and pulls him in close. “But I am worried about you. Tell me what the matter is. Please?”

Carlos takes a deep, shaky breath, lowering his hands. “I had a nightmare. I had to make sure--I had to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m okay,” TK says gently, rubbing his thumb over Carlos’s arm. “You wanna talk about it?”

“About the nightmare? Not really. It was…awful.” He shudders a little, sniffling. “I don’t even want to think about it…Just…” His breath hitches. “I’m so scared of losing you.”

TK leans forward, gently pressing his forehead against Carlos’s. “You’re not going to lose me.”

Tears roll down Carlos’s face and he closes his eyes. “You can’t know that,” he whispers. 

He isn’t wrong, is the thing. Both of them have learned from experience that life is fragile, and fleeting. TK sits back, looking Carlos in the eyes. 

“How long have you been feeling like this?”

Carlos chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment before he answers. “Honestly? Since the first time I saw you in that hospital bed after you were shot. For a while there, I was…I was doing okay? But, um. It’s gotten worse. A lot worse. Ever since--ever since my dad…”

He lets out a sob, collapsing in on himself, and TK wraps him in a tight hug, pulling him in close.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “Hey, you’re okay. You’re okay…”

They stay like that for a long time, Carlos crying while TK holds onto him. TK doesn’t say anything, just runs his hand over Carlos’s arm, silently assuring him of his presence. When Carlos has calmed down a little, TK speaks. 

“I think…maybe…it would be helpful if you talked to someone. Like, a professional I mean.” 

He’s not sure how Carlos is going to react, but after a moment, he says, “Okay.” 

TK lets out a relieved sigh. “Okay?”

Carlos nods, sniffing. “Okay.” He looks over at the clock and groans. “God, it’s so late. I’m sorry.”

“Quit apologizing,” TK says with fake sternness. “If you want, I’ll stay up all night with you. We can watch Netflix on my phone. There’s a new season of The Great British Baking Show out.”

Carlos smiles a little at that. “No. No, we’re supposed to go back to work tomorrow. We should try and get some sleep.”

“You sure?” TK says. 

“Yeah, I’m sure. Thanks, babe.”

“Okay,” TK says, planting a kiss on Carlos’s forehead before turning the light off. He shifts until he finds a comfortable position, and then closes his eyes. A moment later, he feels the warm, comfortable weight of Carlos’s head on his chest. 

“This okay?” Carlos whispers.

“Of course.”

“I like being able to hear your heartbeat.”

“I love you, Carlos,” TK murmurs. 

“I love you.”

TK stays awake until he hears Carlos’s breathing even out and then, only when he’s certain that Carlos is asleep, he lets himself drift off. 

xxx 

[911ficrecs]

Hello! I'm looking for a fic that I think I might have read bc you recommended it? It's a Tarlos Olympian gymnasts AU where TK moves to Texas to train at a gym run by Carlos' parents, and Carlos is just getting back to training after an injury. I think it only had a few chapters as of a week or so ago. No stress or pressure to look or to answer, just asking in case you happen to know!

i'm not sure if i rec'd it or not but i think i found it?

when fate cries by realmsoffreedom - 11, 347 (WIP), mature

Summary: An ACL tear, the statement posted a couple days later had read. Carlos would need immediate surgery, and obviously – he would not compete for the USA in London.

TK, still coming off the thrill of being named to the team himself, hadn’t been sure how to feel. Carlos had always trained in Texas, and he in New York, so they rarely crossed paths outside of competitions. That’s why he was looking forward to being on the team with him, so sure it was guaranteed. It was practically a given among every coach he talked to. Carlos was a lock.

It felt weird to celebrate. Wrong, almost. Carlos should have been with him. They’d both been working for this their entire lives.

three years later, the road to rio brings with it far more than redemption