#911 couple goals

[apdreadful]

The couples hanging out and playing silly couple games when Chimney asks “What’s Tommy’s favorite four letter word?” and Buck turns bright red and buries his face in his hands and mumbles as Tommy grins.

Karen cackles and rubs her hands together “Oh it must be dirrrty”

And Hen says “Oh I bet I know what it is?” And tilts her head and in an exaggerated imitation of Tommy’s bedroom voice she purrs “Evan”

Muah hahahahaha

[aynenmanifest]

güvenim yok ki problemlerim olsun

[castial]

don't worry ryan, I got the message

[almamidships]

This still in its gorgeous entirety will keep me fed till the beginning of s8 🥹🥹

[mouthfullofmunson]

More pest Eddie thoughts bc honestly, he’s my dream man!

He leaves little sticky notes all around the house for you 🫶

And yes, a lot of them are sweet like when he leave notes on the mirror “good morning beautiful. Let’s make today amazing. Love, Eddie” with a little shitty heart drawn in the corner

A sticky note on the coffee pot “I’ll be thinking of you all day <3”

Or just random sticky notes around the house to remind you of how much he loves you

But then… there’s the other kind of notes

A sticky note in your panties drawer that reads “wear your sexiest ones and be ready for me”

A sticky note in the shower “nice boobs”

A bite written in the steam on the mirror that just says “put them on my face”

He would randomly sneak up on you when he gets home

Toeing off his shoes and stepping around the creeks in the floors to be a silent as he can before he wraps his arms around you yelling “give me all your money!”

And of course it scares the shit out of you, but luckily he does this kind of shit a lot so you aren’t running around trying to call 911

One time he snuck up on you in the shower and he almost got a broken nose, but luckily it just bled for a couple minutes and it was over

He did not learn his lesson from that and continues to to it…

He complains about your hair all the time

About how it clogs the drain and how he finds it everywhere

But he has no idea the damage his hair does

His is the real reason the drain is always clogged, and he leaves it on the shower wall, and you find wads of it in the laundry, the pockets of your pants, you’d think he’s a cat with how many hairballs of his are laying around

When you guys are walking next to each other he always bumps your shoulder with his and then smiles and looks away with a pink blush on his cheeks no matter how long you’ve been together🫶

When he’s doing literally ANYTHING no matter how experienced either of you are in it he will always fuck it up just a little bit so you’ll come help it

He’s making dinner, which is just a lazy dinner after one of his shows and he’s very experienced in making grilled cheese and frozen French fries

But he purposely burns one side “fuck, babe, can you come help me?” And then the second you get over to the stove he wraps his arms around you with a big smile, shoving his face in your neck

As annoying as he is his goal is always just to see you smile or be closer to you 🥹

Anytime he does laundry after letting it pile up and pile up he finds clothes he forgot he had and he instantly pulls the “are these your boyfriend?”

And of course you get super annoyed and grumble

“What? Is he hotter than me? Is he better in bed?”

If he has a scratch on his back that he can’t reach and you aren’t around to itch he will just go to the nearest corner of the wall and itch his back

He’s had to try to explain him a number of times when you walk in on him rubbing against the wall groaning and going “oh that’s the spot. Finally!”

When he goes to kiss you he will give you a big romantic smile before leaning in and closing his eyes just to put his mouth around your nose. Then he pulls away “babe, your lips feel different… maybe you need chapstick.”

Or he will do something super weird and just suck your bottom lip for a second then pull away again

Or bite your tongue

He’s a weirdo but he’s my dream man!

Since you’re still in the honeymoon phase he sneaks out of bed to brush his teeth before slipping back in and acting like he woke up like that

But it’s never that easy

Because he can’t just brush his teeth quietly

Nooo

He gags as loud as ever, breathing hard as hell like he is struggling to stay alive while he brushes his tongue

Just loud ass gags coming from the bathroom then he walks back

“Oh, hey. Did you just wake up?” He smirks, sliding back into bed while he pushes your hair away from your eyes and tries to put on his bedroom eyes

But after you just heard what you could’ve almost mistaken as your dad brushing his teeth at 6am on vacation you are not in the mood

“Did you get any on your tooth brush or…?”

He’s a drink stealer

He’s a food stealer!

He will eat and drink basically anything

Constantly stealing your drinks, stealing the food right out of your hand

It’s like five day old leftovers that you see him eating over the sink like he’s a starving rat that hasn’t gotten food in months

Socks stay ON during sex! He gets cold!

He gives off the vibe as like that one episode of family guy or something when they saw the period blood in the trash can and started crying because he thought you were dying 😭😭😭

He seems like SUCH a photobomber tbh… like you cannot get one nice photo without his sticking himself in and sticking his tongue out with his eyes all lit up like the weirdo he is

OKAYYYY

I’ve been working on this for MONTHS just adding little thoughts here and there… there will be more to come!!!!

Let me know YOUR pest Eddie thoughts, or your thoughts on MY pest Eddie thoughts!!

:)

[notairhead]

Yall Im watching 911 rn and Im on the dumb luck episode and the ending of it is Eddie and Buck taking Chris to lessons AND IT IS SO CO-PARENTING MARRIED COUPLE CORE. WOULD YOU BRING YOUR BEST FRIEND TO YOUR KID’S LESSONS AND PROCEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW YOU RESEARCHED THERAPY OPTIONS FOR HIM??

Couple goals yall. Couple goals.

[apdreadful]

Waking up to the same tired ass complaining about last nights episode..

Like Tommy didn’t ask Buck how HE was doing in a very concerned way.

Like Buck didn’t say that Bobby was more of a father figure than his own father.. And Tommy acknowledge it saying Buck was at least lucky to have Bobby as his Captain, because his Captain for the majority of his time with the 118, was that racist, homophobic, mysogynistic bag of excrement Gerrard, who was a lot like the father he grew up with. Where’s your acknowledgement and compassion for that traumatic childhood? Where’s Bucks?

And to clarify I am NOT clocking Buck for his actions or reactions. I’m pointing out that if YOU ALL are going to clutch your pearls and get all knotted up and shirty about Tommy’s so called “lack of understanding and compassion” it’s pretty fucking hypocritical that you clearly don’t feel Buck is lacking in both or either to Tommy here.

Also, it was Buck who steered the conversation to Daddy Issues by saying that maybe they BOTH have Daddy Issues with that goddamn dirty flirty smirk on his face.

This is a man flirting with his boyfriend…

And this is his boyfriend flirting right back..

These are two men in a relationship, a COUPLE, communicating, commiserating, and discussing their less than awesome fathers with honesty and HUMOR.

And it is sexy af they’re this comfortable with each other..

But…nice try to twist the narrative..

[thisbuildinghasfeelings]

Redemption Week Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me @lemonlyman-dotcom @ladytessa74 and @lonestar-s5countdown!

(1) Which 911 Lone Star character redemption moment is your favorite? (Feel free to interpret “redemption” as loosely as you like. This can include moments of forgiveness, moments characters proved themselves, moments characters learned from their mistakes, etc.)

As I wrote about here, I particularly love Owen's moments of redemption as he works to be a better father.

I also adore any and every moment where TK and Carlos overcome issues and grow as a couple. My favorite examples of that are 3x13 when Carlos calls Cooper and 4x12 when Carlos brings TK their lizard son.

(2) Is there a character you think deserved more of an on screen redemption moment than we got in the show?

I would have really liked to see more of this for Gabriel and his relationship with Carlos. Of course, the fact that they didn't quite manage to fully repair their relationship makes his death all the more tragic. I'm holding out hope that we'll still manage to dig into their relationship even a tiny bit more in season 5 as Carlos solves the murder.

(3) Is there a recurring (or even one-time guest) “villain” that you would like to see return with a redemption arc? Or if not, is there a “villain” you absolutely would not want to see get a redemption?

@ladytessa74 said Lorraine, and that's a great one, even though it wouldn't technically be a return. Really I just want more information about her!

I also wouldn't mind seeing Pearce again. It could be interesting to see how things could progress after the brief alliance that formed when he and Tommy had a common enemy in Paragon. I don't think Pearce will ever see eye to eye with the 126, so I think it could be really interesting to see an extension of that alliance. Maybe a situation where they were forced to work together towards a common goal.

(4) Are there any unresolved conflicts from the first four seasons that you wish were reconciled on screen?

My least favorite episode is 4x03 mostly because Carlos acts towards TK in a way that I think deserved an apology but we didn't get one. Just one little apology would have made the whole thing so much better for me! I have ultimately made my peace with it and imagined the necessary apologies myself, but seeing one on screen would have made things a lot easier.

(5) Which main character would you like to have a more developed backstory?

The character with the least backstory is definitely Nancy. I would love to see her get more developed! With a seemingly packed 12 episode season 5, I'm not sure how much hope I'm holding out for that, but I hope we'll at least get something.

However, I also want so much more Carlos. I know he's gotten a fair amount the last couple seasons, but there's a lot more I'd like to see. I particularly want to delve deeper into his relationship with his father. With Carlos solving his father's murder, I think it would be the perfect time to give us more of that!

I haven't kept close track of who's already done this, so I will leave an open tag and--apologies and just ignore it if you've already done this and I'm tagging you--

@pimento-playing-hopscotch @paperstorm @reyesstrand @reasonandfaithinharmony @the-126-family

@alrightbuckaroo @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @chicgeekgirl89 @strandnreyes

@herefortarlos @nancys-braids @goodways @firstprince-history-huh

@she-walked-away @mrs-corrections-78 @happilylovingchaos @sapphic--kiwi

[exhuastedpigeon]

Fuck it Friday 🏒🥅

Tagged by @jeeyuns @daffi-990 and @wikiangela

the sabres won last night (and my boys looked damn good doing it). it inspired me to actually do an outline for my NHL AU. It's still just vibes but at least now I know where the vibes should be taking me.

Here's a little bit from Buck and Eddie learning more about each other on one of the first roadies of the season. This section involved researching Swedish citizenship laws and Mexican citizenship laws. It's way more complicated than I make it seem, but it's a fic so I can do whatever I want.

“Well when you do meet up with her, I can watch Chris for you if you want,” Buck offers with a smile. “Or I can come as backup.” “I may take you up on watching Chris,” Eddie smiles at him, soft and just for Buck. “But I think showing up with my six foot two two-hundred and thirty pound defensive partner to talk about a custody agreement might make her feel like she’s being ambushed. I still want her in Christopher's life and I'd like it if she were still in mine. She was my friend before she was anything else and I still love her, even if that love has changed into something besides romantic in the last two years." “Okay, yeah, that’s fair,” Buck nods, his heart twisting a little at the thought that Eddie might still be in love with his ex. He doesn't let himself linger on that though. “Your abuela is in L.A., right? Is the rest of your family there too?” “My parents are still in El Paso. I-I don’t want them here. When Shannon got pregnant they kind of lost it on me, called me irresponsible, said I was throwing my future away. Then they were pissed that Shannon wouldn’t marry me. It wasn’t good,” Eddie’s voice is tight, like this still hurts to talk about. “My middle sister Sophia is in her second year at Arizona State - she’s on their hockey team and I’m pretty positive she’ll get drafted if the PWHA is still around in a couple years when she graduates.” “She’s good?” “She’s unbelievable,” Eddie looks so fucking proud. “She led the team in goals last year as a freshman.” “Damn,” Buck names another mental note, this one to look up Sophia Diaz’s stats and highlights. “What about your youngest sister.” “She’s graduating from high school this year. I’m five years older than her so I’m not as close with her as I am with Sophia, but Adriana is so smart,” Eddie still looks insanely proud. “She wants to move to Stockholm for university. My parents don’t really want her to, so I offered to help her pay if she needs it.” “Is it harder to get into schools over there if you’re American?” “Technically, we can all get Swedish citizenship because of our mom,” Eddie tells him. “I’m actually an American citizen, Swedish, and Mexican. I’ve got all three passports and everything.” “What the fuck,” Of everything Eddie’s hold him, that’s the most surprising. "You're an international man of mystery, Diaz." "How do you now Austin Powers but not the Fast and the Furious?"

No pressure tagging - @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz @watchyourbuck @king-buckley @rosieposiepuddingnpie @devirnis @underwater-ninja-13 @steadfastsaturnsrings @911-on-abc @thewolvesof1998 @thekristen999 @rainbow-nerdss @princessfbi @acountrygirlsfun @butchdiaz @callmenewbie and anyone who wants to share!

[buddiebeginz]

Hey, Justine! Did you see the new article?

https://ew.com/911-season-8-preview-exclusive-photos-interview-8704969

I did. I think things are looking very good for us. Tim has had every opportunity to remove or distance Eddie from Buck's story and he's not. B*mmy's seem to think that's what's happening here but it isn't. When characters and their storylines are being distanced they don't get talked about like this. And this isn't just the journalists inferring this is Tim's own words.

Tim could have distanced Buck and Eddie in s7. If Buddie wasn't happening he could and should have made 704 about Buck and T*mmy and not really included Eddie at all. But really that episode was very loudly about Buck's feelings for Eddie.

You could make the argument that Tim wanted to wait and see what the audience response was going to be to T*mmy before he made any major changes. Which he had plenty of time to do that leading up to the final two eps of s7 considering T*mmy wasn't in eps 707 and 708. 709 and 710 also went through significant rewrites before filming so there was definitely time for Tim to put more focus on B/T but he didn't. He didn't even have T*mmy at the hospital with Buck and that wouldn't have required taking time away from the other characters at all, just like a shot of him there sitting with Buck.

Consistently since B/T became a thing Tim has told us in every way imaginable that Buddie is more important and that Buddie (canon) is the goal. Even think back to how Buddie was handled vs B/T at the bachelor party. B*mmy's make all these excuses for what happened there but the main thing is Tim decided he wanted Buck and Eddie dressing up in a couple's custom. He wanted Eddie to be the one there spending the whole night with Buck not T*mmy. He easily could have had T*mmy there instead of Eddie or had it be the three of them there but he didn't.

You can tell this pattern is clearly going to continue when you read what Tim is saying about s8. We already know T*mmy is just stepping stone to Buddie, Lou himself said as much in one of his early cameos. Tim is likely going to use T*mmy for dramatic tension while Eddie has his feelings realization about Buck.

I suspected this was where Tim would go with things this season I just wasn't sure if he was going to bring Lou back after the all the drama him and his fans caused. I'm assuming he got told to stop interacting with his psycho fan base though because we now know he's coming back yet he's not been communicating with his fans at all. He likely was contracted to come back for a few eps with the stipulation he can't cause any more problems.

T*mmy will likely be around for a few eps while Eddie's storyline is getting more of the focus. Hopefully we'll get some jealous and pinning Eddie cause that would just be delicious. I don't see T*mmy lasting beyond mid season if even that. I know a lot of people aren't happy about him coming back and I'm right there with you but also as someone who has been waiting and hoping for Buddie to happen for years I've never seen it so within our grasp. This feels like it will be our year.

Anyway hope you don't mind my long ramble. Thanks for messaging me. ❤️

[macgyvermedical]

Writing a fic about two people one of which is an EMT and the other has Vasovagal syncope, and anxiety causing them to pass out frequently. (They have a service dog)

I was wondering what (even if off-duty) an EMT or just a person in general would be supposed to do in one of the situations when they do faint? Right now they’re still strangers so they dont want to be super confrontational about it but do want to help.

Also possibly any tips on what the service dog would do?

A faint is a brief loss of consciousness caused by a very temporary loss of bloodflow to the brain, usually due to a sudden drop in blood pressure. The faint itself is not dangerous (once someone is lying on the ground the brain gets its blood back), but certain things that cause fainting can be, for example a heart rhythm change (some options include a-fib with RVR, PSVT, V-tach, heart block causing bradycardia) or severe dehydration. The fall itself can also cause injury.

The EMT's main goals would be to make sure the person was safe, make sure it was a faint and not a seizure or other cause of unconsciousness, figure out what caused the faint, and figure out if the person was injured by the fall.

To make sure the person is safe, they are probably going to roll the person into recovery position and put something soft under their head. That way if they throw up or jerk (which can happen sometimes with fainting), they wont breathe in puke or injure themselves further.

The biggest indicator that someone fainted and didn't have a seizure or pass out from another reason is the length of time they are unconscious. With fainting, it is usually less than a minute, especially if the person falls into a lying position. So pretty much they'd wait until the person woke up, and ask them if they'd ever fainted before and if they knew the cause. While it is possible to jerk a couple of times after falling with a faint, it is not the sustained tonic-clonic action seen in a seizure. That would vaguely rule out a seizure for the EMT. If the person didn't quickly wake up, the EMT would probably call 911 or their local emergency number.

In figuring out what what caused the faint, an EMT with no equipment is basically going to be able to take a pulse, determine if it is in the normal range and whether it is regular or irregular, and take other vital signs as able, such as respirations and skin temperature, color and moisture. They would also interview the person once they woke up, asking about what happened to cause the faint, if it has happened before, etc...

Now, a person who has a service dog is probably also going to have information about their condition on them, such as a medical alert bracelet or more detailed information in a pocket on the dog's vest, which an EMT would know to look for.

In figuring out whether the person was injured by the fall, they would feel around the head for any indentations or soft spots, and do a "primary assessment" or feel briefly across the rest of the person's body for signs of injury. Once the person woke up, they would also probably ask them whether anything hurt. Fortunately, a young person falling from a standing position likely is not going to have a spinal injury, unless maybe they fell with their neck directly on something like a low fence. An EMT would also know to look for this and assess how likely it was that this happened.

As for what the service dog could do, it depends on what it was trained for. Going off the service dogs trained for people with POTS, they could alert the person that they were about to faint, they could roll them onto their side once fainted, they could go get help/call attention if trained to do so, and they could help the person to stand if they needed assistance after waking up.

[lover-of-mine]

Hi again!

Once again they are praying for Lou to make an appearance on set… they keep choosing new people they want him to post a photo with. First it was Kenny. Second it was Aisha. Third it was Oliver’s dogs (not even Oliver himself?). Now it’s JLH. What’s next? The dog that played Hoover? Ryan’s mustache as its own being? Angela goddamn Bassett? God???????

Definitely an effort being made by the milder BT shippers to change how they are being perceived. Big emphasis on being positive in public. ABC posted BT as part of a ‘Kiss Cam’ video and the BTs are campaigning to flood the comments with support. Their goal is looking like healthy positive shippers while also simultaneously pretending they are the general audience? Idk. Meanwhile in ‘private’ they are declaring their victory and laughing about how they won. Because clearly this post confirms that Tommy will be around for a long time. Because whoever runs promo at ABC definitely is also a showrunner for 911. Yeah. Okay.

And yes, they are trying to rack up views on that Tommy Henren deleted scene so that it mirrors the recently posted Eddie and Chris deleted scene. Genuinely pathetic.

Something else going on with LFJ and his stans I believe. Trying to suss out more info to confirm. Someone is pretending to be him? Possibly?

Hi darling 💙

Not even Oliver anymore, they want the dogs? Okay then lol. I did see the comments on that video a lot, but half of the couples there don't end up together as I've been informed, tbh I only knew bt, Barney and Robin, and Blaine and Kurt (and personal opinion Barney and Robin should've ended up together and Blaine and Kurt shouldn't) but that's a kiss cam video were they are using a diversity of kisses, but sure. I did notice the numbers on the Tommy scene go up, which is kinda insane behavior.

And please come back if you figure out more, because I am curious about the someone pretending to be him part lol

[piecebread]

POOOKIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

yap to me about ur phighting oc lore as i show u the subtle redesigns of my own :3

Um ok then stranger/silly (I actually don’t know you so I’m calling you stranger please don’t take this the wrong way 🙏)

Um so for Krey she’s basically a homeless assassin who wanders around other factions to get money by getting clients and killing the clients enemy or stuff.

But the entire lore for her is under here:

TW!: [there’s mentions of abuse and a brief mention of death and suicide so read this as your own risk]

krey was born in the crescent faction. but her parents had moved into lost temple, where her younger brother (xiphos but i'll call him the younger brother) was born.

kreys mother loved her younger brother, while her father loved her. both the parents loved their kids, but krey was usually bullied by her younger brother, since both of her parents are divorced.

her younger brother was always the spoiled brat, having things that krey didn't have. krey just allowed this behaviour from her younger brother and thought it was normal, so she thought he'd grow out of this when he got older, he had scratched her face giving her facial scars when she was 13 As a joke.

than one day, when krey's father visited their mother with krey, when she and her father entered the house and she saw her mothers dead body. her mother had been killed by someone. their father had started to dial 911 and weeps into the phone while explaining whats happening, while he covers his daughters eyes from the body.

there was a crime scene at the house, and her mother was pronounced dead. their father, krey and her younger brother had held a funeral for their mother.. krey hated her mother and younger brother but she still cared for them, she didn't know why.. kreys mother gave her younger brother everything, but doesn't really care about krey or her husband, which lead the couple into arguments which lead to the divorce.

her younger brother was convinced that krey was the one who killed their mother, which was the main leading cause of the psychological abuse. making krey feel less confident, anxiety developing in her, having no friends since her younger brother convinced everyone at school, that she killed their mother and is a killer, which lead krey to having no friends.. and when she was around 15 years old she tried to comment suicide. her only way of coping was either drawing or painting.

after a few years, their father had decided to move in with their grandparents back in moonlit forest. where krey continued to endure the psychological abuse from her younger brother. krey had grown into thinking that this was normal.

But when her brother was 16 and continued the psychological abuse on her. Their father had caught on of what was going on. And had sent her brother to her uncles to live with them.

krey had a trauma block where she forgot her younger brothers face which is a reaction that is where the brain blocks out the traumatic events. this is a natural defence mechanism that the brain uses to protect the victim from the trauma. the goal is to protect oneself from the trauma they experienced.

krey is suffering from depression and is still suffering from depression. As she has no one to talk to about her trauma.

she has also suffered from anxiety and still suffers from anxiety, as she gets overwhelmed whenever she talks to other people especially in crowded areas, along with being called out to answer something.

krey is also a people pleaser, where she pleases people at her own expense. as she has the fear of rejection from others. this makes krey very easy to take advantage of.

when she was 20 she had left the household, where she joined a assassin group. she was trained as a assassin. going on missions with her teammates. she also had a custom made nightsong swords, she was also given a shadow walker pup where she raised the pup as a companion and training it. after a few years if being a assassin she left the group where she went back to lost temple, to start looking for jobs. she moved place to place so she wouldn't get caught by the authorities. Leaving her homeless she has met both scythe/rifle and vinestaff but that'll be explained soon.

krey lost her left eye when she was training with a teammate of hers, and the teammate accidentally took her eye out by swinging their dagger at her left eye. where krey was sent to the healers, and the remnants of her eye were removed and her eye got stitched.

And during this time. Her tails claw was in a mild state of rotting caused by a uncommon disease called ‘talious exfondria’ where a part of a tail on a demon starts to rot and eats its way through the tail. Tho it’s not that harmful it’s still irritating to have. This can only be contracted by unsanitary conditions or by being transmitted by someone with the beginning infections/symptoms of the disease. And can be removed by surgically removing it from the tail. As this happened with Krey. Her tails claw had started to rot away being in the mid stage where it’s mildly rotting away. So she needed to get surgery to remove it. But she couldn’t because of her being an assassin. So she went to medkit to have her tails claw surgically removed.

she usually has a cloak on so she could hide her identity, she travelled by riding her shadow walker, across the deserts of lost temple. she usually worked for gangs or mafia to get money, she doesn't have a home to live in lost temple. Usually sleeping in alleyways with her mount or sleeping under big rocks.

when krey lost her left arm, she was forced to return back to the crescent faction with no choice but to find help. krey would faint from the blood loss, waking up in a random strangers house in a forest. She was all healed up. Her left arm still attached as if she didn’t loose her left arm. But there was an arm bracelet on her left arm. But later revealed by the stranger that her left arm was an illusion but works like a real arm. And the arm bracelet was made out of magic. Although the stranger wasn’t a special one, they just found the arm bracelet. using it on her arm to save her.

She suffers from PTSD. Because of how severe the abuse was, she always gets nightmares of her abuser, every single night. She can’t have a normal night without these nightmares. Making her resort to not sleeping at all, Making her become sleep deprived. She avoids the subject about her past or anything that relates to the trauma that she faced during her childhood, Avoiding people that look like her abuser.

She’s more on guard when she’s with people or alone, She gets frightened more easily. At how severe the abuse was. Her brain has caused her to forget important aspects of her past.

She has difficulty feeling positive emotions.

She gets flashbacks whenever something or someone reminds her of her past.

She gets more irritated or has angry outbursts more now. Making her develop anger issues.

She has a lot of negative thoughts about herself.

She forgot who her abuser looked like.

As for how she deals with the trauma

krey has trust issues, along with reoccurring nightmares about her abuse she endured in the past. krey still uses art to cope with her trauma, usually sketching or painting. tho she paints or sketches under trees, in glow berry forests or somewhere hidden where no one would find her.

And kreys a 35 year old woman whose 5’8ft tall

As well as the fact she has a pet/mount named umbra. He’s a shadow-walker the one that Krey raised when she was 20.

So that’s for one of my ocs :D wish I could give you the lore for my other ocs but it’ll be a long post by then!

[runawaymarbles]

personal top 5 ships

This hurts me because what are we DEFINING this by. Best ones?? Ones I read the most?? Most formative???

Dean/Cas. I've gone most of the summer without thinking about them much but im sure I'll relapse soon enough. You all know. This is the destiel website.

Silver/Flint (Black Sails) look. Look. Look look look. A story is true a story is untrue I will stand here with you for an hour a day a year he's my friend too I reached back into the past I don't know if this is a warning or a welcome you know all of me I can bear to be known you chose now live with it you gave it all up here in this moment I don't care. Okay???? Okay???????

Charles/Erik (X-Men). It's like. Love isn't everything and love isn't enough and yet. And yet!!!! You know that line from the Hamilton Mixtape when Angelica is like "what have we done with our lives, and what did it get us?" This is DOFP old!cherik and I'm fucked up over it. Love doesn't conquer all but it does keep you company in jail a couple times a month.

Spike/Buffy. I'm sorry, this was fucking formative for me. Toxic ship of my heart. How to hate yourself into a relationship that makes your life worse and you can't let go of and also can be good eventually if you let it. When I tell you that I love you it's not because I want you. I've seen the best and the worst of you. No you don't but thanks for saying it. Deceased.

Max/Anne (Black Sails). You ever decide the best solution to a woman wanting to kill you is to seduce her and then accidentally set off her gay crisis then immediately U-Haul while telling yourself she's going to leave you creating a self-fulfilling prophecy and planning for this eventuality while telling yourself that it's for the best anyway because you have career goals while never getting over her and then at the end of the day realizing half that shit doesn't matter??? Yeah me either these two are crazy. I love them.

Honorable mention: the version of Buck and Eddie that the 911 fanfic writers see. It's the BECAUSE, EVAN of it all.

Other honorable mention: the version of Clarke and Lexa in @entirelytookeen 's brain

[chicgeekgirl89]

I Won’t Say I’m in Love

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, T.K. Strand, Michelle Blake, Adriana and Francesca

CW: Tequila and Drinking

Summary: 

“Seriously Carlitos?” Adriana says. “Have you seen your face lately?”

“My face?” Carlos asks.

Adriana rolls her eyes. “The last time you looked this besotted you were six years old and the Blakes had just brought home their new puppy.”

“I—what?”

“You spend all your free time with him. And when you finally deign to give us a couple hours, all you do is talk about him,” Francesca says.

“I do not!”

A fic in which Carlos Reyes cannot possibly be in love with T.K. Strand. 

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“No wait, put that back, use this one,” Carlos says, plucking the bottle from his sister’s fingers and handing her a different one instead.

“Um, what the hell? Why are you giving me the shitty tequila?” Francesca asks incredulously.

“Yeah, what the hell? We don’t rate top shelf?” Adriana echoes as she dumps chips into a bowl.

“That bottle is for special occasions,” Carlos tells them, closing his liquor cabinet firmly. 

Francesca slaps a hand to her chest. “Are you telling me that hanging out with your favorite sister and cousin doesn’t rate as a special occasion?” 

“Oh it’s definitely special,” Carlos says, biting back a chuckle at the snark he’s about to unleash. “But considering that your goal is to outdrink each other in margs tonight, I think I’ll hold onto the good stuff.”

“I bet he lets T.K. drink the good stuff,” Adriana grumbles.

“Actually T.K. doesn’t drink,” Carlos says matter of factly, moving the bowl of chips from  the counter over to the table. 

“You mean he doesn’t drink tequila,” Francesca corrects.

Adriana snorts. “Lightweight.”

“No I mean he’s sober,” Carlos tells them. “He doesn’t drink at all.”

There’s silence, which is terrifying since usually the two of them never shut up, and Carlos snaps his head up looking around frantically for a tornado or a rabid mountain lion or a man with good morals and a steady job, whatever has made the girls go suddenly mute with horror. 

Instead of danger he finds both of them staring at him in shock. “Is he…is he okay?” Adriana asks quietly.

“Yes?” Carlos says in confusion. “Believe it or not some people choose not to drink themselves into oblivion on a regular basis.”

“Well then. Wow. He is a strong man,” Francesca says. 

Carlos’ mind immediately drifts to some very, very sexy things that happened mere hours ago and he smiles. “Yes, he is.”

Adriana and Francesca exchange a glance, but he ignores them, choosing to finish putting the final touches on their margaritas instead. 

He’s just adding decorative limes when the doorbell rings and Adriana runs to get it. “You are my favorite man in the entire universe!” she exclaims as she opens the door, startling the delivery driver on the other side.

He stares open mouthed at the beautiful, exuberant woman in front of him. “Th-thank you?” he stammers. “That’s um, $43.50.”

“Oh.” She turns back and purses her lips into a pout at Carlos. “I—“

“Conveniently forgot your wallet?” he asks, already rifling through his own. He hands over the cash along with a tip and thanks the man while Adriana whisks the bags away to the counter where she and Francesca start eagerly pulling out cartons.

“Wait! Get him back! This isn’t right!” Francesca calls just as Carlos bids the guy goodnight and closes the door.

“What’s wrong with it?” Carlos crosses the room and glances into the bags, not finding anything amiss. 

“There’s no Mongolian beef or scallion pancakes,” Adriana says, checking the labels again. “They gave us sesame chicken instead. And wonton soup.”

“Oh, no, that’s right,” Carlos says as he opens the cabinet to the left of the sink and grabs some plates.

“You always get Mongolian beef,” Francesca says in confusion. “Like, always.”

Carlos shrugs. “T.K. likes sesame chicken and wonton soup. It just sounded good tonight.”

There’s another brief silence full of loaded glances, which Carlos ignores. It’s bait. And he knows better than to take it. “I got extra egg rolls,” he says and that is enough to get them digging back through the bags again.

Carlos has a rule about eating on the couch, but Adriana and Francesca have never once followed it, so he doesn’t even bother wasting his breath reminding them as they settle into place in front of his TV. He does reach over and exaggeratedly put coasters underneath their glasses, sending them pointed looks, which they ignore as they chatter on about how their stocks are doing and what the Kardashians have been up to lately. The women in his life contain shocking multitudes. 

He pulls up Netflix as he takes a bit of chicken. They’ve chosen to watch a couple episodes of Great British Baking Show, one of the few things they can all agree on. 

“Why is Stranger Things in your recently watched?” Adriana asks. “That’s not your kind of show.”

“T.K. likes it. We’ve been watching it together. It’s fun,” Carlos says.

“Wow. Okay. You really are in love,” Francesca says with a laugh.

The words shoot an unexpected bolt of panic through Carlos’ chest and he almost chokes on the bite of rice and chicken in his mouth. “I’m not in love,” he says. “We’ve been together for like a month.”

“Seriously Carlitos?” Adriana says. “Have you seen your face lately?”

“My face?” Carlos asks.

  Adriana rolls her eyes. “The last time you looked this besotted you were six years old and the Blakes had just brought home their new puppy.”

“I—what?”

“You spend all your free time with him. And when you finally deign to give us a couple hours, all you do is talk about him,” Francesca says.

“I do not!”

“Carlos, I can tell you T.K.’s Chinese order, that he was on the track team in high school, that he once rescued a guy from the Chrysler building, hell I can tell you his shoe size,” Adriana says. “You’ve got his hair product in your bathroom, his vitamins on your counter…”

Carlos narrows his eyes. “How do you know I’ve got his hair products in my bathroom?”

Francesca shrugs. “Sometimes we snoop to see if you’ve got anything good in there.”

“You shouldn’t be snooping around in my bathroom!” he cries.

“Don’t change the subject,” Adriana chastises him.

Carlos takes a sip of his margarita. And then another. And then another. He’s not drunk enough for this. Not even close. He might need to go break out the expensive tequila after all. “We’re dating,” he finally says. “That’s all.”

“Okay,” Francesca scoffs.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Carlos asks.

“It means I believe that you believe that all you’re doing is dating.”

Carlos blinks a couple times. “That sentence doesn’t even make sense.”

“What she’s saying is that you’re delusional,” Adriana tells him. “You love this guy. Like love love him.”

“T.K. is…great,” Carlos says. “I mean, he’s better than great. He’s…” Words like “incredible,” “impressive,” and “amazing” all float through his mind, but none of them quite seem to be right. T.K.’s all of those things and more, he’s…

“The love of your life?” Francesca supplies the answer for him, amusement all over her face.

Carlos scowls at her. “Stop putting words in my mouth. And how would you know anyway? The two of you go through men at a rate previously unknown to humankind. Have you ever even been in love?”

“Nope,” Adriana says, popping the “p” and then using her chopsticks to pick up another bite.

“Hey! I was in love with Brandon Sanchez in tenth grade!” Francesca says, shoving her cousin with her foot. 

“Oh you were not. You just loved his abs.”

Francesca breaks into a dreamy smile. “He did have really great abs.” She sighs. “Okay, fine, I wasn’t in love. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know what it looks like. I’ve watched every episode of Grey’s Anatomy.”

“Look, admit it or not, it doesn’t matter,” Adriana tells him. “We’re happy that you’re finally happy. When you very stupidly married your fake wife, we weren’t sure you’d ever find your happy ending, but we’re glad you have.” She pauses. “In more ways than one I’d imagine.”

Carlos winces. “Could you not bring up Iris ever again? Thanks.”

He’s beyond grateful that she’s alive, but it’s ripped open some incredibly painful old wounds and he is doing his very best not to think about how it complicates his life in fun new and excruciating ways.

“Whatever hermano,” Francesca says around a mouthful of chow mein. “You want to be in denial about your feelings, that’s between you and T.K.”

“Did Carlos tell you that T.K.’s a male dancer?” Adriana asks, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Francesca whips her head around to look at her brother accusingly. “Wait I thought you said he was a firefighter!” Light dawns in her eyes. “Ohhhhh. That kind of firefighter.”

“No, he’s an actual firefighter,” Carlos says, taking the last egg roll as punishment for their obnoxiousness. 

“Have you checked? Because if you yank on his pants and they come apart with velcro…”

“His turnouts are real,” Carlos tells them. “I work with him. I’ve seen him in action.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure you’ve seen him in action a lot,” Adriana says with a wicked grin.

Francesca throws a pillow at her. “Perv. I don’t want to think about my brother’s sex life.”

The girls end up getting very drunk (as he knew they would) their margaritas becoming progressively less margarita and significantly more like large shots as the night goes on. They both end up passed out before midnight. He carries Francesca up to his spare room and tucks her in, but Adriana only rouses enough to shove him away and tell him to “fuck off.” He sets a few pillows on the floor next to the couch so she doesn’t die if she falls off in the night and then takes himself to bed.

In the morning they’re both hungover so he makes them omelets and forces them to drink water and take some Tylenol before ejecting them from his home. Their groggy state is probably why they don’t argue much about being awake before ten in the morning, they’re practically docile when they’re like this. He tells them to go home, but he’s pretty sure they’re headed out for bloody marys instead. 

T.K.’s not on shift, but he’s spending time with his dad today and won’t be by until later, so Carlos busies himself by doing some weekend cleaning around the condo, making a quick trip to the farmer’s market to find something for dinner, and then…he doesn’t know what to do.

He tries to read a book, but it doesn’t hold his interest. So he scours his streaming services for a show to watch, but his eyes keep drifting away, and he’s halfway through an episode of some random procedural before he realizes he has no idea what’s happening. He turns it off with a sigh. He’s never struggled to entertain himself on a weekend before and he can’t quite put his finger on why he’s so bored today.

Not until T.K. knocks on his door around five o’clock.

Carlos practically runs, wrenching the door open so fast it nearly goes flying out of his hand and slams into the wall. “Hey,” he says, immediately reaching for T.K.’s waist and pulling him inside, as he presses a kiss to his lips.

“Hey,” T.K. says when they pull apart, his eyes sparkling with fun. “That’s a way nicer welcome than I get at my dad’s house.”

“I missed you,” Carlos says and that’s when the realization strikes him. He wasn’t bored this afternoon. He was lonely.

Adriana and Francesca’s words drift through his mind and he takes a step back, putting some distance between them, not wanting to seem too weirdly eager. “How was your time with your dad?”

“Good,” T.K. says, dropping his bag by the door. “We got lunch at this vegan place he wanted to try and then I helped him set up a new phone.”

Carlos winces in sympathy. “How did that go?”

T.K. sinks down onto a stool at the counter as Carlos heads back to the stove. “You know for a guy who really tries to stay with the times, he’s definitely an old man when it comes to technology.”

That makes Carlos chuckle. “Been there. I had to help my abuelita get on Facebook a couple years ago so she could see pictures of her great grandbabies. It did not go well.”

“I cannot even tell you how many times I had to explain to him that there are no buttons anymore,” T.K. says with a roll of his eyes as he pops a grape from the bowl on the counter into his mouth. “Thanks for rescuing me. I’m sure he’ll call with questions, but I’m going to ignore him and deal with that another day.” He smiles up at Carlos. “Tonight I’m all yours.”

Carlos’ stomach explodes with butterflies so intense that he feels almost like he might need to sit down. What the hell is going on with him?

He turns away to stir the sauce he’s got going and feels T.K. come up behind him. He practically melts when T.K. slides his arms around his waist and plants his head on his shoulder. “Whatcha makin’?” he asks.

“Bolognese,” Carlos says, resisting the urge to whip around and claim his mouth right here and now in the kitchen. “And I got fresh berries from the market today for dessert. I made whipped cream earlier.”

T.K. groans. “I literally don’t know how I survived before I met you. My dad’s cooking trends significantly more healthy than hearty.”

“That’s how I lured you in,” Carlos says, turning a little so he can smirk suggestively. “I know a desperately hungry man when I see one.”

“Oh I was hungry,” T.K. says with a chuckle, and then he drops his voice. “But it wasn’t for your cooking. That’s just a perk.”

He kisses the side of Carlos’ neck and Carlos shivers. “If I leave this it’s going to burn,” he says, sucking in a shaky breath when T.K. doesn’t stop at one kiss but continues to press his lips into Carlos’ skin

T.K. sighs and lets go, hopping up to sit on the counter, swinging his legs and back forth. “Fine. But you owe me later. Now, tell me all about movie night.”

“Well no one got alcohol poisoning, so we’re going to consider it a win,” Carlos says as he puts the pasta on to boil.

T.K. snorts. “They sound like fun. When do I get invited?”

“Ha!” Carlos blurts out a laugh louder than he means to because the thought of T.K. being interrogated by Adriana and Francesa is more terrifying than anything else he can think of. “Trust me, it’s safer if you’re not.”

“Come on!” T.K. says. “They’re important to you! I need to meet your people!”

“You work with Michelle.”

T.K. rolls his eyes. “That’s not the same. Michelle’s not your family.”

Technically she kind of is, but Carlos isn’t ready to spill those beans yet. “Here, taste this,” he says, changing the subject as he brings a spoon to T.K.’s lips.

“Wow,” T.K. says as he swallows. “That’s incredible.”

“It’ll be ready in like five minutes,” Carlos tells him. 

“Can I help with something?”

“You can set the table.”

T.K. hops off the counter and Carlos’ heart does something funny as he watches him open the silverware drawer and pull plates down from one of the cupboards. He doesn’t need Carlos to tell him where things are; he already knows. He’s not a guest here anymore, he belongs.

They eat and then T.K. helps him wash up the dishes before suggesting they settle down to watch another episode of Stranger Things, which he knows means T.K. is going to watch for about ten minutes before he starts fooling around. It’s therefore not a surprise when they abandon the episode halfway through to make their way up to Carlos’ bedroom.

They hold each other after, sweaty and breathless, and as amazing as the sex was, this is better. Feeling T.K. breathe against him, knowing T.K. is his boyfriend, that he’s not just here for a good time is…everything. The dinners together, the watching TV, the going on dates to movies and the matching toothbrushes in the bathroom, it all feels like everything he’s ever wanted. Like everything he never thought he’d be able to have. 

It feels like…

The word love flickers through his mind and his heart stutters in his chest. It can’t…this can’t…

Before he can examine anything more fully T.K. props himself up on one elbow and runs a hand down Carlos’ chest. “I’m going to take a shower. Want to join me?”

That’s not an offer he’s going to refuse and so that word, those four letters, get pushed from his mind for a little longer.

                                                         XXX 

He has lunch with Michelle two days later. When she finally arrives (late) she looks exhausted and Carlos’ heart squeezes with sympathy. “Hey chica,” he says warmly, pulling her into a hug.

“Hey.” She holds on for longer than normal and Carlos lets her, trying to absorb some of the sadness he can feel radiating off of her.

“How are you?” he asks when they finally break apart.

Her face is drawn and there are dark circles under her eyes. Iris’ decision to stay out on the streets is weighing on her in a different way than her sister’s first disappearance ever did. Michelle fought tooth and nail for years and now that there’s no one left to fight it’s like she’s been emptied out.

Carlos should have checked on her sooner.

“Hungry,” she says, sending him a genuine if somewhat tired smile. “I hope you don’t want any guac because I am going to eat all of this.” She reaches for a chip and digs into the appetizer he’s ordered for them.

“All yours,” he tells her, nudging the basket closer. “I got you a lemonade too.”

“Bless you,” she says gratefully.

“Also just a heads up, my mom wants to bring over tamales for you and your mom on Tuesday. And you know she won’t take no for an answer.”

“Tamales from Andrea? Who could say no to that?” Michelle says with a smile.

“How’s your mom doing?” 

“She’s…okay,” Michelle tells him and he can see the worry wearing at the edges of her. “It’s hard. We both just want Iris home, but she’s still not interested. It’s going to be a long process.”

“Would it help if I went to see her?”

Michelles shakes her head and dips another chip. “I think right now it’s better if she doesn’t feel overwhelmed or pressured. But once we get her back and on some meds, I’m sure she’d love to see you.”

There’s relief and guilt mixed together at those words, but Carlos pushes it all aside. “She’s still on my health insurance. So whatever she needs, let me know and I’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you,” she tells him softly, reaching over to place her hand on top of his. “Enough about me though! What’s up with you and T.K.? You guys are official now, right?”

Carlos steals a chip and nods. “We are, yes.”

“And how is that?” Michelle’s face says she already knows exactly how it is.

“It’s good,” Carlos says mildly.

She smacks the table. “Come on Reyes! I’m stuck in the family drama muck over here, let me live vicariously through you and the sexy boyfriend!”

“It doesn’t bother you at all that you are asking for explicit details about your co-worker?”

“Well you don’t have to tell me everything. Just a little. Come on. Is it still the honeymoon period? Or does he snore? Or drool?”

Carlos chuckles. “Yes, no, and no.”

“Good,” she says. “Love looks good on you.”

He sighs, curling a hand around his cup. “What?” she asks in confusion.

“Why does everyone keep saying that? That I’m in love?”

“Well you are, aren’t you?”

“No!” Carlos says it too loudly and immediately looks around to make sure no one else noticed. “It’s too early for that. We barely know each other.”

“Carlos you’ve been head over heels for him since the moment you met. I saw you that night at the honky tonk with stars in your eyes.”

“That was just attraction. And lust,” Carlos says, remembering the sparks that had ignited in him the second T.K. had said yes to a dance. Those sparks have yet to be extinguished.

“I mean, I’m sure he’s good in bed, but nobody is that good in bed,” she tells him, huffing out a laugh. “You talk about him constantly. You spend all your free time together. He pushed you away and then you invited him back in anyway. Sweetie, you sat at his bedside and held his hand while he was in a coma.”

Carlos goes silent as he processes this, thinking about all the feelings he’s been having over the last few months. Feelings he’s never had before. Feelings that have him feeling just barely this side of crazy. “Am I?” he asks, barely more than a whisper. “Am I in love with him?”

“Would it be so bad?” Michelle asks. “If you are?”

“I—I don’t know,” Carlos says. “I don’t want to freak him out.”

“You don’t have to tell him,” she says. “You can wait until the moment feels right. You can even wait for him to say it first if that’s what works best for you.”

“God,” Carlos groans as he buries his face in his free hand. “I don’t know how to do a relationship like this.”

“Hey.” She reaches up and brushes a hand over his cheek, a fond smile on her face. “You deserve to be loved Carlos. So if you love him, then love him. And if he wants to, let him love you back. Don’t listen to that voice in your head telling you it’s too soon or that you’re not worthy or that he couldn’t want someone like you. Let it happen. And enjoy it.”

She winks at him and picks up a menu. “Now, let’s decide what we’re eating because these chips alone are not going to cut it.”

                                                         XXX

He hates days like this. Days where it feels like they can’t save anyone. There’s too much blood, too much crying, too much trauma, and it makes him question whether or not this job is worth it. 

He’ll sleep on it and feel better in the morning, he always does. But right now he’s down a deep, dark hole of grief over lives that will never be the same because there’s too much evil in this world and they didn’t get there in time to stop it today. 

The hole is so deep and so dark that he doesn’t even remember he has a boyfriend until he walks in his front door and sees T.K. sitting on his couch. “Oh, Jesus,” he says in surprise, a hand going to his chest as his heart gives a startled leap the sight of someone else in his space.

“And hello to you too,” T.K. says with a laugh as he mutes the TV. 

“Sorry,” Carlos says. “Sorry, I just, I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“You gave me a key and said to use it,” T.K. says, eyes going from cheery to wary in a heartbeat. “Did you not want me to—“

“No,” Carlos interrupts quickly. “No, of course I meant for you to use it. You can come whenever you want. You belong here. I just didn’t…it’s been a long day.”

He drops his stuff, not even bothering to put it all away correctly and heads for the kitchen. He’s so tired that if he closes his eyes he could probably fall asleep standing up, but he’s also starving and dinner isn’t going to cook itself. “Did you eat? Do you want um…” he scans the fridge trying to make the contents form a meal. “Tacos? Or I could do like a stir fry?”

He feels T.K. come up behind him. “Why don’t we do takeout tonight? Or I can cook.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

T.K. reaches around Carlos’ body and gently pushes the refrigerator closed. “I know you don’t mind, but you’re exhausted. You don’t need to cook. Let me figure it out for tonight,” he says softly.

Carlos can’t come up with a response. His brain is telling him that he needs to provide a meal, but he’s so tired he can’t come up with words to explain that to T.K.

His silence goes on for too long and T.K. reaches down and laces their hands together. “Come on, come with me,” he says, tugging softly and leading Carlos over to the couch. 

Carlos sinks down into the cushions and T.K. grabs a throw pillow, leaning it against the arm rest. “Lay down,” he says, reaching to help Carlos lift his feet up so that he’s completely horizontal.

Carlos shifts, nestling himself into the cushions until he’s comfortable as T.K. settles onto the edge of the coffee table, eyes searching his. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Carlos shakes his head. Not right now. He can’t. 

“Okay.” T.K. reaches out and brushes a hand over Carlos’ curls, still slicked back from his day at work. “Why don’t you close your eyes for a little bit? I’ll wake you up when the food is ready.”

He hasn’t had someone take care of him like this in years, not since he was a kid. It feels…good. So good. 

T.K. stands up, but Carlos catches his hand. “Thank you,” he says.

“Hey, what are boyfriends for?” T.K. tells him with a smile. 

He watches as T.K. bops around the kitchen pulling out way more pots and pans than necessary and it’s so right it makes his heart ache.

I love you.

The words swell inside of him and this time he feels them without fear. They’re a certainty. Permanent. Something everyone else has been seeing and he feels stupid that he ever doubted their truth. He loves T.K. Has probably loved him since he laid on eyes on him.

“Hey T.K.?” 

“Yeah babe?” T.K. calls back as he rinses vegetables in the sink.

“I—“ 

The words are true, but he hesitates to say them yet. The little voice that tells him they’re real also tells him that he needs to wait, because he might be ready, but he’s not sure T.K. is. So he finds other words instead. “I meant it. What I said before. You belong here.”

T.K. pauses and his face breaks into a smile so big that it’s like the sun has come out. “Thanks babe.”

He goes back to work, already making more of a mess than Carlos usually makes during the entire dinner process. Carlos’ eyes drift closed to the sound of pots and pans clanking around and he feels himself relaxing despite the chaos. 

This is love. And it’s good.