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snowluthor · 10 months
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Imagine just being like a regular civilian in 9-1-1: Lone Star and you’re in an accident and the paramedics come and you meet T.K. and you think “that might be the best looking man I’ve ever seen in my entire life” and then Carlos shows up with the police and you’re like “okay actually this might be the best looking man I’ve ever seen in my life” and then you find out they’re married to each other
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cas-kingdom · 10 months
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could u write about owen strand and his daughter both talking about the new baby in season 2?
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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.
Lone Star Masterpost
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chicgeekgirl89 · 11 months
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I love T.K. so much. He’s known his uncle for five minutes and he’s already calling him Uncle Robert and touching his shoulder and acting like they’ve known each other forever. He’s the cutest. 
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hazardparadox · 1 year
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...Background relationships tho.. they just hit differently oml
LIKE?? I'd rather read a 500k word fic JUST for the background couple
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promosbrasil · 1 year
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911 Lone Star 4x08 Promo “Control Freaks” 
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chaotictarlos · 1 year
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OVERHATED CHARACTERS POLL: T.K. Strand (9-1-1: Lone Star)
Feel free to explain your position in the comments or tags, but any harassment, over-the-top fighting, or personal attacks will result in you being blocked. Do not attack real people, be they fans or creators, over fictional characters.
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belleandkurtbastian · 2 years
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Locking in my guess for the S4A opening disaster:
Carlos goes bridezilla, causes a state of emergency across half the state.
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ambraambrose · 2 years
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I'm a straight woman that is way too much into gay couples, fictional or real and i love it! Had to be said!
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This whoke scene is so important because we have two completely valid sides. The loved one who wants to help their partner with the trauma, and the trauma survivor. T.K says that Carlos doesn't want to know about what happend, but I think it is because he fears it might change how Carlos views him. Once you tell someone the darkest deepest part of yourself their perception of you can change, they might view you as a weak person, or even pity you. I think T.K here is just glad that Carlos can't see the way he was in the past. He also reinstates that because he loves Carlos, he can't tell him some things. Because he wants to protect him from himself. What defeats me in this scene is how T.K is aware of his self-destructive behaviour, but he needs it. He needs it to survive, to shut out his negative thoughts, etc...
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skyjane85 · 2 years
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Ronen Rubinstein in 9-1-1: Lone Star as T.K. Strand  
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some-little-infamy · 1 year
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Fresh Surprises
Flufftober Day 28 - Picnic  (Read on AO3)
“What about this?” Carlos asks, holding up two different kinds of squash, one in each hand.
“I’ve always been more of a zucchini person,” TK admits. “Ooh, but my mom had this family recipe for butternut squash pear kugelettes that’s quite possibly one of my favorite things. I should see if my dad has it around somewhere…”
Carlos notes everything that TK mentions liking, or shows even the vaguest interest in. He has a plan, and that plan is to surprise TK for their anniversary next weekend. He wants to make a meal as a surprise but in order for it to be a true surprise it means he can’t ask too many probing questions or else TK will immediately get suspicious.
So Carlos gauges what he might use for his meal next week, making a mental note of the most promising options. He buys a few things that day to justify the trip as more than just a fact-finding mission before turning home to get ready for their shifts later that day.
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TK knows it’s their anniversary, but Carlos hasn’t said anything about it at all. In fact, every time he brings up going out for dinner or drinks or making any sort of plans, Carlos just says he’s busy and doesn’t know when he’ll be back later so he can’t commit to anything.
Which is fine. Honestly, TK is totally fine just spending the day inside… but he’d like to spend it with his fiancé, and he can’t shake the feeling that he’s being intentionally blown off. Even his dad is weird when he calls for a distraction, talking loudly over some noise in the background before hanging up abruptly.
He’s about to give up and just go take a nap when he hears keys turning in the lock, and Carlos enters the apartment.
“Oh good, you’re dressed,” Carlos says. “Come with me, and don’t ask why, it’s a surprise.”
TK looks down at the jeans and off-white shirt with beige and brown stripes he’s wearing, about to ask what exactly he’s dressed for, but the moment he opens his mouth Carlos shakes his head.
“Nope. Surprise. Just trust me,” Carlos implores, and TK is helpless against those pleading eyes.
“Alright,” he agrees, following Carlos out to the car.
They pull up outside of the park where Carlos gets out first and practically sprints around to the other side of the car so he can cover TK’s eyes the second he steps out of the passenger seat.
“Really?” TK asks with a laugh but doesn’t fight being led forward, trusting Carlos to guide him.
A few minutes later they stop walking. TK can feel grass beneath his feet instead of the paved pathways they were previously on.
It’s a picnic.
There’s a red and white checkered blanket on the ground like something out of a romance movie. Spread out on top of it are small plates of fried zucchini blossoms, little finger sandwiches made with pastrami, a plate of cut-up fruits, and even a chilled bottle of sparkling apple cider.
“Are those my mom’s kugelettes?” TK asks, eyes wide.
“Your dad helped me make them this morning,” Carlos says with a hint of pride and self-satisfaction.
“This is amazing. This is…” TK smiles. “I can’t believe you did all of this just for me. I love it. I love you.”
TK turns his attention fully back to Carlos, crossing the space between them to pull his fiancé in for a kiss.
“I love you, too,” Carlos says, and TK can’t remember the last time he felt this content. “Happy Anniversary, baby.”
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lirazlove · 2 years
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I’m rewatching 9-1-1 lone star and the baby should have been Owen’s.
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chicgeekgirl89 · 10 days
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Last Line Challenge
Thanks to @lemonlyman-dotcom and @bonheur-cafe for the tag!
Okay so *technically* not the last line I wrote, but the last one I adjusted:
T.K. has never in his life thought of himself as a catch. He’s just…a toy to be played with. Something for people to enjoy and then be sent packing when they’re tired of him.
Tagging @liminalmemories21, @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad, @ladytessa74, and @heartstringsduet.
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hazardparadox · 1 year
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Back in my 9-1-1: lone star era so here's who would be friends ft. the Marauders and the 126:
Owen and Sirius would be sparring at first but slowly realise they are a lot more alike then they thought
Grace and Dorlene are a pair of QUEENS. Need I say more?
Carlos and James 🤝 in love with a person who is afraid of love (T.K. absolutely is afraid of love don't you dare argue with that) also they are both the sunshine character
Nancy and Remus- ok I know this is a stretch but??? You gotta admit they would be friends
Also another stretch but Marjan and Lily!Headstrong woman who don't need no man
And I swear Paul would get along with everyone (Yes, even Regulus)
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promosbrasil · 11 months
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911 Lone Star 4x17 Promo “Best of Men” 4x18 “In Sickness and in Health” (Season Finale) 
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