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waywardandbloody · 2 years

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After Watching 3x14, I was wondering why TK hadn’t (in TK fashion) Jumped out of the ambulance, ran into frame, and magically altered the bullets trajectory on to himself like the silly little danger magnet he is, but- upon closer inspection I saw the frame of TK standing behind Owen with a gun and… for a Carlos-free episode, this moment was FOR SURE all about him.

✨imagine with me✨

After Sadie, TK got his first glimpse of what it felt like to be utterly helpless as the man he loved most in the world was being hurt.

At first he blamed his father, then Gabriel, hell- even Carlos was in line for the Guillotine at one point or another, but ultimately TK landed on the one culprit who had never failed to f his life up; himself.

He wants to be more careful, he wants to make it home, and most importantly, he never wants to feel that helpless again.

When he hears the shots, TK instinctually lunges for the door, stopping just in time to take that breath he had been pestering his dad about. He hears Nancy scream and Tommy yells something Indecipherable to his now irritated ears. TK, snapped back into action. Reaching into the bottom left compartment he pulled the emergency firearm. TK quickly shook off the unsettling implications of holding such a weapon, thankfully Carlos had taken him to a range (much to his behest) after the whole kidnapping situation. “It never hurts to know how to defend yourself.” The safety is on and it will stay that way. TK’s heart is racing as he jumps from the driver’s seat. He sees his dad on top of the shooter, appearing greatly shaken as he surrenders the scene to the officer- Sarah- shit, Carlos was definitely hearing about this. TK couldn’t help the blush that touched his cheeks at his father’s incredulous raised eyebrow. For the next week, Judd and Marjan teased him mercilessly as his father offered to schedule TK a therapy appointment with his.

Or- ya know… he just grabbed the gun when Owen slid it over but- I like my idea better

#911 lone star spoilers #9 1 1 lone star #tarlos #tk strand #911 lone star 3x12 #911 lone star 3x14 #fanfic #headcanon #tw gun mention #owen strand #carlos reyes #protective carlos reyes

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doublel27 · 2 years

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Carlos: Look. I’m tired of being attacked in my own home. The worst was the fire, but the lizard was also terrible.

Marjan: What about the woman who tried to murder us in your house?

Carlos: It was bad, but like...

Marjan: No. Nope. No.

Carlos: No, we handled that. You can’t handle fire or lizards.

Marj: We? Buddy. I handled it.

#tell me this hasn't happened #carlos reyes #that his brain went fire #no not fire #lizard the lizard is back #and not like #murderers in his house #i love him a stuipid amount #marjan marwani #doublel27 writes #911 lone star spoilers #911 lone star 3x18 #911 lone star 3x12

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reyesstrand · 1 year

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something about carlos facing potentially-mortal danger at the hands of unstable women who think they know what love is, when he has the most unconditional, uncomplicated, destined love out there. something about carlos staying straight-faced and stoic and trying to use his police brain with both sadie and trudy but the moment tk is mentioned, all logic flies out the window. something about him subtly agreeing with sadie that what he and tk have is destiny; something about him realizing he might never get to talk about it again so he cracks his heart right open to trudy. something about carlos being drugged and injured and almost near-death and always reaching for tk and tk being his only concern. something about them being on the same wavelength and knowing when they’re in danger, and tk being the one to crash in and bring carlos back to him. something about only having so many moments and a love that’s inescapable and being so intertwined you share a heart and a life and everything else in between.

#tarlos #carlos reyes #911ls #911 lone star #lone star spoilers #like the 2x08 and 3x04 and even 3x08 parallels are insane but can we talk about the 3x12 parallels???

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chicgeekgirl89 · 9 months

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Day Zero

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

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

Rating: T

CW: Non-consensual drug use, mentions of addiction

Summary: After a lifetime of struggle, T.K. is finally clean. He's living with the love of his life, has found a family at the 126, and is creating a future he never thought he could have. Having his sobriety stolen away again wasn't part of the plan. A follow up to the events of 3x12 “Negative Space.”

A/N: I wrote this directly after 3x12 aired and then never posted it because it's such a sensitive topic. I'm hopeful I've done T.K.'s addiction and sobriety and the struggle he might have after the events of the episode justice.

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T.K. is high. He’s floating, drifting, his mind blissfully unaware of anything resembling reality. He knows he’s high, he’s been high so many times that the feeling of it is as familiar to him as breathing.

It should feel good. This is something he craves, not as constantly as he once did, but it’s always there, a sleeping beast, dormant inside him. Waiting. Always waiting. And now he’s finally gotten it again.

But something eats around the edges of the haze, something sharp, fearful. This is wrong. He doesn’t want to be high. He doesn’t want…how did he…what’s…?

He forces his eyes open, the room around him a swirl of confusing colors. He can hear someone yelling, something heavy falling nearby. It takes him far too long to realize he’s on the floor in his bedroom, the carpet under his cheek familiar. Carlos had been eyeing it at Pottery Barn for months even before he bought the loft.

Carlos.

Something warm is pressed up against T.K.’s leg and he slowly turns his head to find his boyfriend’s body splayed out on the floor next to him, eyes closed, form horribly still.

“Carlos,” T.K. croaks, fear and panic combating the effects of the drugs that are swirling through his system.

There’s more yelling close by but T.K. can’t make out what’s being said. His mind is only capable of one thing at a time right now and even focusing on that is difficult. He tries to sit up, but his muscles feel like jello, so he drags himself across the floor, trying to get close enough to check on his boyfriend, fingers reaching out, still too far to do any good.

“Carlos!”

A familiar voice calls his name this time, and seconds later Gabriel Reyes appears, dropping to his knees, his hands going to Carlos’ face. For one horrible, terrible, god awful, heart stopping moment, Carlos doesn’t move and T.K. thinks he’s dead. Really and truly dead and gone.

But then he lets out a moan and sucks in a deep breath, his chest rising and falling and T.K. feels such crashing relief surge through him that he nearly passes out again.

Gabriel turns and puts a hand on his shoulder. “T.K., are you with me?”

T.K. tries to make his mouth cooperate but his tongue too large, and the words in his mind feel like they’re slipping in and out of focus. Gabriel pulls him up into a sitting position, leaning him against the foot of the bed. “Strand! I could use some help in here!” he calls.

“Hang on!” T.K. hears his dad’s voice respond from the other room. “Marjan’s bleeding pretty bad, looks like she’s been stabbed.”

Marjan is here? T.K. is so confused, desperately trying to stay focused, to not let the darkness drag him under again. And if Marjan is bleeding he should help.

“Whoa, whoa, you stay right here.” Gabriel puts a hand against his chest and T.K. realizes that he tried to get up, although he didn’t make it very far since none of his extremities seem to be working well right now.

Gabriel has gotten Carlos sitting up and is propping him next to T.K., his eyes glassy and vacant, but open, awake, alive. Gabriel holds him up with one hand while he holds his cellphone with the other, talking rapidly to someone about multiple ambulances and backup.

T.K. can hear Marjan now, she sounds furious, and he can see Sadie, sprawled on the floor like the rest of them, but his brain still can’t piece together what’s happened, how they’ve all ended up like this. Things are fuzzy, muddled, like he should be able to understand what’s going on, but he can’t quite…

“What happened?” He finally manages to get the question past his lips, eyes sluggishly searching Gabriel’s for some kind of answer.

Gabriel is still focused on Carlos who is having a difficult time keeping his eyes open. “It was Sadie,” Gabriel says, his voice tight. “She burned down the gallery, blew up Gordon’s car, she did all of it.”

Sadie. Sadie did this? Sadie who’s been in their home for the last three hours? Sadie has been the one causing trouble. Sadie…

His dad crouches in front of him, concern all over his face. “Hey buddy, how you doing?”

“Dad,” T.K. looks at him, dread starting at the base of his spine and creeping rapidly up to his neck. “Did Sadie…did she…?”

“She drugged you. Both of you. It was in the soup. T.K. I’m so sorry,” his dad says, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“The drugs, was it—?“

“Oxy,” Owen tells him gently.

Oh. Yeah. That makes sense.

There’s a yell, Sadie’s voice and then Marjan lets out a few choice expletives. “I’ll be right back,” Owen promises and T.K. nods. There’s nothing he can do anyway. There’s nothing anyone can do. They just have to wait until the high wears off.

“Carlos do not go to sleep,” Gabriel says sharply and T.K. looks over to see his boyfriend’s head lolling to the side, eyes drooping as Gabriel forces him to stay upright.

“Sorry,” Carlos mumbles, eyelids fluttering. “Tired.”

“I know, but you have to stay awake, all right?” Gabriel looks up at someone else. “Can you get them some water?”

T.K.’s eyes follow Gabriel’s and he finds Catherine stepping out of the room to do as the major has asked. T.K. has no idea when she got here. He has no idea about a lot of things right now.

He’s not interested in the water she hands him, but Gabriel urges both of them to drink. T.K. manages one sip and then just holds it in his hands, feeling the coolness of it through the glass. Carlos does a little better, getting down a third of the glass under his father’s watchful gaze. He’s sitting up under his own power now, but he’s still listless and looks like he could topple over at any second. T.K. hates it.

He wishes he could do something, wishes he could reach out and hold Carlos’ hand or rub his back or kiss his temple, anything to bring him comfort, but he can feel himself slowly sobering up and with every passing second reality sits heavier and heavier on his shoulders.

Everything he’s worked for. Every meeting, every chip, every night he’s chosen to go home instead of going out to score…it’s all gone. Erased. Like it never even happened. He’s back to square one. Zero days of sobriety.

This is a part of him he has never wanted Carlos to see. Carlos who always believes the best of him, Carlos who has no idea how truly deep and dark T.K.’s past is. Carlos who has only ever been T.K.’s fresh start, who is now dragged down into the muck and mire right along with him.

“I think…I think I’m going to be sick.”

He looks up to find Carlos a shade paler than he already was, eyes glassy, a greenish tinge to his skin.

Someone runs to the kitchen and returns with a large bowl they usually use for salads and popcorn, but will probably never use again, the memories of tonight now marking its surface in place of the geometric pattern on its sides.

Carlos retches, his stomach emptying, and T.K. sits frozen, letting everyone else help. He should be the one rubbing Carlos’ back, he should be the one telling him it will be okay. But he can’t. He can’t do anything other than sit in a growing sense of shame and guilt.

Paramedics arrive, thankfully no one T.K. is familiar with. They ask questions and T.K. and Carlos answer in monotone. Naloxone isn’t necessary since they’re both awake and alert, and when saline is offered T.K. refuses, he doesn’t want anything else being put in his body tonight. He does manage to come out of his miserable haze long enough to insist Carlos accepts. If nothing else at least Carlos will be hydrated as he comes down; hopefully it will help to lessen the inevitable headache and malaise he’s going to feel.

They’re transported to the hospital, doctors prodding and poking, asking questions, a familiar rhythm that makes T.K. sick to his stomach. The doctors and nurses know what happened, they're being sympathetic, but it’s too much. The dance is too familiar and it makes him want to crawl out of his own skin.

He lies on a gurney, staring at the hospital ceiling as his emotions war inside of him. He wants the high to wear off, he wants it gone now. But there’s a part of him that is desperately holding onto it, that wants the numbness and the disassociation, and the bliss of being free from the nightmare he’s living. This part of him, the starving beast that he’s beaten back into submission again and again, rears it’s ugly head and screams that it’s not worth it. That he’s not worth it. That he did everything right, got himself clean and it still doesn’t matter, because here he is again, right back where he started.

He’s an addict.

No matter how much work he does, it’s all he’ll ever be.

In the midst of being treated some detectives arrive to talk to them, their dads, Marjan. His own version of the story is short. Sadie was there when he got back from getting groceries. He felt hot, kind of off, and the next thing he knew he was staring at Carlos on the floor. No one asks him why he, an addict, didn’t recognize what he was feeling. But they should. They should tell him he’s an idiot for not figuring it out sooner. That if he’d realized what was going on, both of them might have been spared at least some part of this nightmare.

Carlos’ version of the story is far more painful. “I saw her on the footage,” he says, his words still slow and labored, as if he’s having trouble getting them out, but he pushes on determinedly. “We talked, I asked her why she did it, and she said it was for Owen. Then I realized T.K. had been gone for too long. But when I got up,” he swallows hard, “I couldn’t keep my balance. I saw T.K. on the floor…”

Carlos turns and looks at him with tears in his eyes. “I should have realized. I should have known it was her. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” T.K. says. The words don’t sound soothing, even though he means them to be. He simply can’t muster up the energy to be Carlos’ emotional support right now. Yet another thing to feel guilty about.

They get home around three o’clock in the morning and collapse into bed. Carlos falls asleep with his head pillowed on T.K.’s chest, one of T.K.’s arms wrapped around him, a sign of how vulnerable he feels since usually T.K. is the one curled up into Carlos.

T.K. doesn’t sleep. He lies there wallowing, his mind turning over and over, fighting with the rage and grief and failure that threaten to eat him alive and take his relationship along with it.

Carlos shudders and T.K. rubs his arm until he settles. He’s struggling. Maybe not as much as T.K., but he was still assaulted against his will in their home for the second time in less than a year. T.K. knows he feels violated and guilty, even if the guilt is unfounded. The only person who should feel any guilt is Sadie. And maybe his father for dragging death onto their doorstep yet again.

T.K. watches the clock tick past four, past five. When it says six am he slips from Carlos’ hold and takes the longest, hottest shower of his life before wandering into the kitchen and brewing some extra strength coffee.

He doesn’t feel great, but it’s nothing he hasn’t felt before. The mild nausea, the pounding headache, the heaviness in his limbs, it’s all to be expected. So are the guilt and shame and perseverating thoughts whirling through his mind. The beast inside him is awake, hungering for another taste, even though he’s barely come down off the last one. But he’s used to that too. He’s telling it to shut up and it’s working for now.

If only he could be sure it will last this time.

“T.K.?”

The groggy, pained call moves him toward the bedroom. “I’m here,” he says as he walks quickly through the doorway so Carlos can see him. His boyfriend has been through enough, he doesn’t need to wake up panicking that T.K. has disappeared on a bender. “How are you feeling?”

“My head is pounding,” Carlos winces and squints against the light coming through the curtains as he pushes himself slowly into a seated position. “How are you?”

“I’m okay,” T.K. says. “Do you want some coffee? Or I can make tea?”

“You don’t need to take care of me,” Carlos tells him.

“I don’t mind,” T.K. says. It gives him something to do, something to focus on for a moment. “Tea?”

Carlos nods an affirmative and T.K. puts it together in short order along with some toast, and some ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet.

“Thanks,” Carlos says as T.K. sets it all on the nightstand.

“You’re welcome.”

T.K. moves to the wardrobe and pulls out his uniform. “What are you doing?” Carlos asks.

T.K. hangs it on the wardrobe’s doorknob and moves to the dresser for clean underwear and socks. “Going to work.”

“You’re not staying home? I figured, after last night…”

T.K. takes a breath, tries not to let all the feelings battling inside him rear up and burst out of his mouth. Carlos doesn’t deserve that. “I need to go to work today,” is all he can say.

“Okay.”

The word sounds confused, maybe a little hurt. And it hurts T.K. to know he’s the cause of any of Carlos’ pain right now. But he has to go to work. If he stays here…if he stays here he’s going to fall apart.

He pastes on what he hopes is a passably pleasant look. “I’ll be home by five. And I’ll keep my phone on if you need me.”

“T.K., maybe we should—“

“I can’t, Carlos.” The words are razor sharp and he feels brittle as he says them. “I…we’ll talk. We will. Later. I promise.”

He grabs his work bag and pauses long enough to press a kiss to Carlos’ forehead. “Rest today. I’ll be home in a few hours. I promise.” He looks into Carlos’ eyes, reminding himself that he’s no good to Carlos if he doesn’t take care of himself first, even if it hurts to do it. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The moment he steps out the door he can feel his mind starting to clear. He’s going to have to deal with all of this eventually. But right now, there’s work to be done.

#Tarlos #911 Lone Star #911lsfic #Tarlos Fic #T.K. Strand #Carlos Reyes #3x12 Negative Space Coda #T.K. Strand Whump #Carlos Reyes Whump

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rafaelsilvasource · 2 years

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RAFAEL SILVA with BRIANNA BAKER and GINA TORRES on the set of 911: LONE STAR - S3 E12

#rafael silva #brianna baker #gina torres #photos #911 lone star #ls season 3 #ls 3 bts #ls 3x12 #ls 3x12 bts #low-res

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my-tea-my-bubbles · 2 years

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Marjan! I love you! You are honestly a courageous, strong, badass role model to us all. Sometimes a little over the line but that's what you've got friends for. To keep you in check sometimes. You are amazing!

#watching #911 ls 3x12 #911 lone star #911 ls

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doublel27 · 2 years

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Hi LL... I've been seeing a lot of people speculate about Gabriel being present in the bts pic from the finale and it reminded me of this. There's a guy in the background that looks like a Ranger but I don't remember seeing him in ep 12... and now I'm wondering if it's someone like this in the finale as well...

Benito/Gabriel was in episode 12! That was the one with Shady Sadie. He wasn’t in this scene but Benito would have had other scenes with Rob to film and could have been on set. Maybe he hung out to watch filming of this scene where they kicked in the door!

#911 lone star #gabriel reyes #benito martinez #911 lone star speculation #911 lone star spoilers #911 lone star 3x12 #911 lone star 3x18

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911lonestarrewatch · 5 months

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Welcome to the 2024 hiatus rewatch!

Starting January 1st, we will be watching two episodes per week (Monday - Sunday). These can be watched at any point throughout the week. Complete rewatch schedule can be found below the cut!

Reminders of which episodes we will be watching each week will be posted on Sunday around noon CST. On Monday, a discussion post will go live that you can reply to if you want to talk to your fellow rewatchers, as well as a list of any fanfics that are tagged on AO3 with the episode number.

We encourage anyone participating to live blog, share their thoughts, scream about their favorite parts, or post any newly created fanworks about the episode using #911 lone star rewatch 2024

Other ways you can participate:

Reblog gif sets, fan art, fan fics, edits, metas, etc. related to the episodes of the week! Tag them ‘911 lone star rewatch 2024’ and we will do our best to reblog as much as we can as well, including queuing up posts throughout the week. (Obviously we will not reblog spam, or anything hateful or bigoted.)

Send us fic recs pertaining to the weekly episodes! Not everyone tags the episode on AO3, so send us anything we missed.

Please mention us @911lonestarrewatch or use the tag ‘911 lone star rewatch 2024’ if you post any new gif sets, fics, or fan art pertaining to that week’s episodes

Feel free to come and go as you please, there’s no obligation to take part every week. Also feel free to fall behind and reblog stuff from past weeks. The schedule is just to give this some structure, not a deadline anyone has to meet.

And have fun!

Schedule under the cut:

January 1st - January 7th:

1x01: Pilot

1x02: Yee-Haw

January 8th - January 14th:

1x03: Texas Proud

1x04: Act of God

January 15th - January 21st:

1x05: Studs

1x06: Friends Like These

January 22nd - January 28th:

1x07: Bum Steer

1x08: Monster Inside

January 29th - February 4th:

1x09: Awakening

1x10: Austin, We Have a Problem

February 5th - February 11th:

2x01: Back in the Saddle

2x02: 2100°

February 12th - February 18th:

2x03: Hold the Line

2x04: Friends with Benefits

February 19th - February 25th:

2x05: Difficult Conversations

2x06: Everyone and Their Brother

February 26th - March 3rd:

2x07: Displaced

2x08: Bad Call

March 4th - March 10th:

2x09: Saving Grace

2x10: A Little Help From My Friends

March 11th - March 17th:

2x11: Slow Burn

2x12: The Big Heat

March 18th - March 24th:

2x13: One Day

2x14: Dust to Dust

March 25th - March 31st:

3x01: The Big Chill

3x02: Thin Ice

April 1st - April 7th:

3x03: Shock & Thaw

3x04: Push

April 8th - April 14th:

3x05: Child Care

3x06: The ATX-Files

April 15th - April 21st:

3x07: Red vs Blue

3x08: In the Unlikely Event of an Emergency

April 22nd - April 28th:

3x09: The Bird

3x10: Parental Guidance

April 29th - May 5th:

3x11: Prince Albert in a Can

3x12: Negative Space

May 6th - May 12th

3x13: Riddle of the Sphynx

3x14: Impulse Control

May 13th - May 19th

3x15: Down To Clown

3x16: Shift-Less

May 20th - May 26th

3x17: Spring Cleaning

3x18: A Bright and Cloudless Morning

May 27th - June 2nd:

4x01: The New Hotness

4x02: The New Hot Mess

June 3rd - June 9th:

4x03: Cry Wolf

4x04: Abandoned

June 10th - June 16th:

4x05: Human Resources

4x06: This Is Not a Drill

June 17th - June 23rd:

4x07: Tommy Dearest

4x08: Control Freaks

June 24th - June 30th:

4x09: Road Kill

4x10: Sellouts

July 1st - July 7th:

4x11: Double Trouble

4x12: Swipe Left

July 8th - July 14th:

4x13: Open

4x14: Tongues Out

July 15th - July 21th:

4x15: Donors

4x16: A House Divided

July 22nd - July 28th:

4x17: Best of Men

4x18: In Sickness and In Health

#911 lone star #911 lone star rewatch 2024

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waywardandbloody · 2 years

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TK counting the drugging against his sobriety was SO in character. Many people have made the argument as to whether or not consuming substances against one’s will counts against them in terms of sobriety; even fanfic writers in THIS fandom have speculated on it. The truth is that it varies from person to person, depending on their idea of sobriety and for TK I thought it was very in character for him to be struggling with his loss.

#9 1 1 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #owen strand #nancy gillian #911 spoilers #drugs tw #911 lone star 3x12

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opposite-opposite · 2 years

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We have the Carlos cow eyes but what about the TK heart eyes 😍