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anewkindofme · 4 months

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Random thing that isn’t worth talking about but I love the image of TK rooting around his dad’s desk to look for gum. (Which is how he found out about Owen’s cancer)

You know they try to maintain professional boundaries at work. TK calls him “captain”. Owen holds him to the same standards.

But he’s allowed in his dad’s office when Owen’s not there to search for candy. It’s just cute. And proves at the end of the day, no matter where, he’s his daddy’s boy.

#owen strand #tk strand #owen x tk #tk x owen #9 1 1 lone star

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cas-kingdom · 11 months

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could u write about owen strand and his daughter both talking about the new baby in season 2?

The door didn’t creak as it opened but Owen felt the light from the hallway on his face. He lifted his head and saw the dark shape of his youngest shutting the door behind her before shuffling quickly over to the bed.

“Hey, Sunshine,” he said, “trouble sleeping?”

You didn’t offer much more than an “I’m sleeping with you” as you crawled down the middle of the bed and lay flat between your parents.

Owen nodded definitively. “You’re sleeping with me.” He turned his head to look at you. “Why? Did Mom change your mattress?”

“Shush!” Owen had whispered, but you put a finger to your lips all the same, prompting Owen to mirror you. “Don’t give her ideas.” You sighed and glanced at your mother not at all approvingly. “She took down my frame of New York and hung up a picture of some monkey she said she got T.K. when he was a baby. But Dad, I can feel it looking at me. It’s creepy as heck.”

“Oh, God,” Owen groaned. “How did she even find—” He raised himself slightly, ensuring Gwyneth was still asleep, then lay back down— “I took that down and hid it in a corner of the garage when T.K. turned one. She didn’t believe me when I said that was the reason the kid wouldn’t sleep at night.” He leaned over to whisper conspiratorially. “Blamed it on the decorators we had in to paint the room.”

You snorted a little loudly before covering your mouth. After a moment of silence and no movement from your right, you lowered your hand. “Mom’ll have decorators in next.”

Owen snorted this time, not bothering to cover it up. “She better not,” he said, “the colours in this house are perfect.”

“Everything’s perfect. Was perfect.”

Despite your dejected tone, a corner of Owen’s lips curved upwards slightly. He’d known, of course, that the cursed monkey, no matter how horrific it looked, couldn’t be the only reason for his grown daughter to come sneaking into her parents’ room in the middle of the night. You had sought out his company at night plenty before Gwyn had arrived, and he was sure you’d done the same with Gwyn, but there had always been a reason behind it. He didn’t usually have to pull it out of you, you were good at spilling your thoughts when you knew you needed to. You definitely didn’t take after him in that aspect.

Reaching over, Owen pinched your cheek. “Uh-ohhh,” he sing-songed, grinning when you pushed his hand away, “Y/N’s got something on her miiind.” He settled when you stared blankly at the ceiling and dropped his voice. “Talk to me.”

You took a moment, always did. Then: “Everything’s changing. Not just the creepy monkey. This is the first time I’ve ever seen you guys in the same bed together.”

Owen rose an eyebrow. He hadn’t thought about that. T.K. had been seven when he and Gwyn had divorced, so he’d known at least for a time what it was like to have married parents. You, meanwhile, had been both Owen and Gwyn’s divorce gift to the other. You’d been born and had grown up in two separate homes, both as busy as the other, never privy to the happy family life your friends always talked about. Seeing your parents in bed together was such a trivial thing he hadn’t thought twice about, but it made sense that for you it would be at the forefront of your mind.

“I would’ve thought you’d appreciate that,” he said.

“Oh, this—” You vaguely gestured to him and your mom— “I do. It’s really, really cool. But everything is just—it's—” Quietly exasperated, you tossed your arms in the air before bringing them down again on either side of you. “It’s just weird, Dad.”

“Change,” Owen said. “Yeah, you get that from me. Listen, Sunshine…” He turned on his side to face you, glad when you did the same. “Your feelings are perfectly valid. I’m not the greatest fan of change either, believe it or not, and I know it’s all coming really fast, what with the move and the baby…but it’s all gonna be worth it in the end, right?”

You sighed, toying with the end of the duvet. “Yeah.”

There was more, then. “Y/N Strand.” Owen lowered his voice and his head, brows raising to ensure you knew he wasn’t playing. “My bed, my rules. Spill.”

“But it’s really stupid!”

“I once got told half of what comes out of my mouth is stupid.“ He grasped your hand and squeezed it gently. "What is it? The baby?” Your face fell and he nodded once. “The baby.”

“That’s the biggest change.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I won’t be the baby anymore.”

Ah. He frowned on instinct but corrected it almost immediately. “Not literally, but—and don’t laugh—you’ll always be my baby.” That got a smile from you, and he counted it a massive victory. "Seriously now. Don’t worry about the baby, alright? Things’ll continue to be a bit weird for a couple weeks, and when the baby arrives it’ll be weird again, but things’ll settle eventually.” He kissed your nose. “And I know you’ll make the best big sister.”

Any response you might have given him, other than a wide smile that had Owen claiming the victorious of victories, was interrupted by a quiet and unexpected: "Hey.”

Owen lifted his head to stare across at the, once again, cracked open door. “T.K.?”

T.K. stood at the door. Owen was getting déjà vu. “Can I—" T.K. pressed his lips together in a thin line and walked further into the room, speaking quietly but loud enough for his dad to hear. “Mom switched my mattress and my back aches.”

You gasped and sat up. “She did not.”

“She did too. You got room in there or should I sleep on the couch?”

You shuffled as close to Owen as you could without him falling off the bed. Tucked into his side, his arms pulling you close to him, Owen patted the space between you and Gwyn.

“Hop in, son. Can’t say this’ll be more comfortable than a hard mattress but it’s feeling weirdly like the old makeshift fort days.”

Like brother, like sister, T.K. quietly clambered onto the bed and down the middle until he was neatly stuck between you and Gwyn. There was silence for a moment.

“All I’m saying is she better not have thrown my mattress away because that baby is being returned to me the moment I wake up else I’m moving in with Carlos.”

Gwyn stirred so suddenly at T.K.’s less-than-quiet outburst that the three of you jumped. As if it had been done countless times before, you acted deep in sleep almost immediately, you with your arm slung over your exaggeratedly-snoring dad’s chest, T.K. with his leg stuck in an odd angle and hands folded over his stomach like he was sitting prettily in a coffin.

"What the…” Gwyn muttered, shifting in her place. Then—"Aww. My babies"—before she promptly fell asleep again.

T.K. moved first, his laughter coming in faint bursts. "She’s like Freddie Krueger,” he whispered.

“Sexy Freddie Krueger.”

“Ew, Dad.” You slapped his shoulder.

“Alright, alright. Let’s sleep, if we can.” He reached across to pat T.K. before resting his hand on your head. “Night, kiddos.”

“Night, Dad.”

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

And if Owen fell out of the bed in the middle of the night…he definitely complained about it.

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dailyowenstrand · 1 year

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TK and Owen Strand in an upcoming season 4 episode - via Tim’s instagram

#Owen x tk #s4 #Owen strand #911 lone star #stills

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billing-the-writers-for-therapy · 11 months

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9-1-1 Lonestar as News Headlines

#911 lonestar #911 lone star #owen strand #tk strand #paul strickland #mateo chavez #marjan marwani #judd ryder #grace ryder #carlos reyes #tarlos #tk strand x carlos reyes #news reports #911 universe

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raypakorn · 1 year

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just let tk rest

#tk strand #nancy gillian #owen strand #tk x owen #911 lone star #911lonestaredit #911lsedit #911ls spoilers #tuserhidden #usermbg #tuserjen #jddryder #userthai #userbones #usermimsi #usermorgan #usersteen #userlutavero #antedits

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lonestardaily · 1 year

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You're marrying a guy who's capable and decent, wonderful, and he's gonna take great care of you. So my job's basically over. You wish, Dad.

#tk strand #owen strand #tk x owen #911 lone star #911lonestaredit #ours #multi #by merriell

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tailoredshirt · 1 year

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Jewish TK in "Swipe Left"

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randomperson3736 · 8 months

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She's not coming home

Paring(s): TK Strand x sister! Reader, Carlos Reyes x best friend! Reader, Owen Strand x daughter! Reader, the 126 x reader

Genre: angst, sad

Warning(s): Blood, character death, crying, guns, getting shot

Word bank: Y/N- your name

Summary: You get seriously injured out on a call with Carlos and he's the one who has to tell TK and Owen that you didn't make it.

Notes: Hiii, just a heads up this is kinda rushed and bad and I have no idea why I wrote it but yea hope u enjoy anyway.

"T-this is office Reyes, my partners been shot and s-shes losing too much blood. I need a ambulance right now!"

The call was nothing but a noise complaint. It just some teenagers having a party and had their music up too loud. So, how did it get like this? The thought kept running through Carlos's head, as he desperately tried to stop the blood from gushing out of your chest.

Your uniform was now covered in deep, red blood. Your blood. You stared blankly at Carlos, as he kept trying to keep you awake, but you were slowly losing the battle. "C-carlos..." Your voice was so small and quite, Carlos just barley heard it.

"Shhh, save your energy. The ambulance should be here soon, ok? So, just keep your eyes open" Carlos's voice was breaking with each word. Saltly tears run down both his face and yours but everytime he tried to blink them away, more just kept coming.

"...Carlos... P-please tell TK and my d-dad that I love them..." You asked, practically begging him. "No, no, no... your gonna tell them yourself, ok? Don't say stuff like that, your gonna live, Y/N" Carlos's voice was stern but if looked into his eyes you could easily see the fear in them.

The ambulance siren could be heard in the distance. "You hear that? Their coming. Everything's going to be okay" Carlos whispered, but you couldn't even hear those few words. Everything was going black. Your battle would soon end.

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Carlos stood in the waiting room of the hospital, frozen. He had blood all over him; on his face, on his clothes, everywhere from head to toe. He glanced down at his hands that's haven't stopped shaking since the incident. They were covered in blood. His best friends blood.

A older nurse, probably around 30-40 came up to him and asked if he was already since he had blood all over him. He just looked at her blankly before shaking his head no. She just gave him a small, sad smile before pointing towards the bathroom, so he could clean up.

Carlos stared at himself in the mirror, before slowly turning on the tap. His eyes welled up with tears again as the blood slowly come off his skin. He watched helplessly as the blood went down the sink, washing away into sewers.

Carlos's heart was ripping into a million pieces just as the thought of her blood washing away into nothing. It pained him. He took a couple deep breathes before leaving the bathroom, so he could make the call. The call no one ever wants to make.

He slowly pulled his phone from his pocket, and stared at TK's name. A million emotions filled his head as he brought his shaking finger to the call button. It rang a couple of times before TK's voice could be heard.

"Babe? Is everything okay?"

Carlos took one final deep breathe before he answered. He's voice breaking even more than before. "TK.... something happened... a-and I need you and Owen to come down to the h-hospital"

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"CARLOS!"

The said man, looked up at the sound of his boyfriends voice calling his name. He stood up from his spot and wiping his hands slowly on his pants. TK pulled him into a hug before pulling away. "Are you okay? What happened? Is Y/N is okay?" TK asked, barley giving Carlos time to speak.

"I- I...." Carlos took a deep breath before continuing. "We were out on a noise complaint call about some teenagers throwing a party but w-when we got there, some drunk kid pulled a gun out and she... Y/N jumped in front of me a-and..."

"And what Carlos? What happened to my daughter?" Owen's voice cut through the silence, tears threatening to fall.

"I-I'm so, so sorry" The tears Carlos had been trying to hold back, finally fall, rolling down his skin. TK choked on a sob before falling to his knees, screaming and crying for his loss sister.

Carlos bent down to TK's level and pulled him into his arms, rocking him back and forth, trying to smooth his broken boyfriend. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't protect her"

Owen just stood still in the same spot, tears falling slowly down his cheeks. He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't. His little girl, his baby girl was gone. Owen could hear his sons broken crys but he was too forced on his fallen daughter.

#fyp #x reader #carlos reyes #tk strand #owen strand #911 lone star #911 x reader #911 lone star x reader #carlos reyes x reader #tk strand x sister reader #tk strand x carlos reyes #owen strand x daughter reader #tk strand x reader

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whatsintheboxmh · 3 months

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#911 lone star #tarlos #fanart #tarlos fanart #911 ls #tk strand x carlos reyes #carlos reyes #tk strand #owen strand #artists on tumblr #my art #911 lone star rewatch 2024

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carlos-in-glasses · 3 months

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I have only just noticed Owen in background, somberly watching them dance. And I don't mind tell you, lads, it has broken me.

#I was so fixated on what the newlyweds were doing #It took me eight months to clock him #TK x Owen #Tarlos #Owen Strand

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91-1lover · 9 months

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TK: Baby, are you coming to bed?

*Drunk* Carlos: No,thank you. I'm sure you're lovely but I have a husband

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anewkindofme · 1 month

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Including TK having an obsession with Teen Wolf in the last installment of TLM got me thinking about how similar Stiles and Noah are to TK and Owen.

Chaotic, sarcastic, accident-prone sons and their first responder single fathers who are constantly like "Can you please slow down???"

Also, the fact that Owen threw himself into work after 9/11 and Naoh threw himself into alcohol/work after his wife died. Yet they rebuilt their bond with their crazy ass sons.

TK & Stiles also exclusively go by cool nicknames, and you rarely hear their full name. (In Stiles' case, we only heard it once.)

TK is also canonically gay. And while Stiles never officially came out...we all knew...

Like, I feel Stiles is very much what TK was probably like as a teenager (minus the werewolf stuff).

#9 1 1 lone star #teen wolf #tk strand #owen strand #stiles stilinski #noah stilinski #sheriff stilinski #tk x owen #owen x tk #noah x stiles #stiles x noah #sheriff x stiles #stiles x sheriff

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reasonandfaithinharmony · 5 months

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Hello! Here to make another request for the unedited gif game. I’d like the scene of Carlos’ face when TK says he’s very handy to Owen when they move in together the first time. Please and thank you 💗

Thank you so much for the ask, @carlos-tk!

Hahaha. An excellent choice. And I have no further commentary—Carlos' face says it all. 😄