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[roachs-pet-roach]

Ghost doing this thing where he gets nightmares and his first instinct is to go check on his team (siblings, family, yk the drill)

(doing ghostsoap, Nik x Price, & gaz x roach for this one)

Johnny is first.

He’s usually found in the Lieutenants bed, sprawled across his chest.

Ghost lays there and makes sure he’s breathing.

Gary is next.

He can be found either in the common room, squished behind the couch somewhere, or in Gaz’s bed.

Gaz is next.

He sleeps like the dead, so Ghost has stopped knocking on his door.

He just opens it quietly and watches him breathe for a minute.

Gary’s usually there, squished between Gaz and the mattress.

Gary likes to be squished.

Price is last.

not out of him being Ghost’s least favorite, just out of the fact that Ghost can’t actually comprehend something getting price.

Yes, he worries, but it’s not a tangible fear like it is with the sergeants.

Price is usually in his office, working, relaxing, or that one time Nik brought Vodka as a suprise.

Price pretends not to notice Ghost when he peeks in

If Price isn’t in his office then he’s in his room, asleep.

Sometimes Nik is there, sprawled over him in the master chief death pose.

They’re all used to seeing their lieutenant in their doorway for a minute,

nobody says anything.

sometimes johnny goes with ghost if it was really bad

[hisbucky]

Chris: So you're gonna date my dad? Tommy: Huh? No, I'm just friends with Eddie - Chris: Not dad dad. My other dad. Tommy, blinking: ...Evan? Chris, scrunches his nose: Who the fuck is Evan?

[kinardsevan]

houston, we got a problem

Tommy is mildly panicked when he walks into their home. He’s just come off his first day back at work after the shooting and is excited for him and Evan to have their first ninety-six off living in the same home. It wasn’t supposed to actually work out that way—he was supposed to have gone back to work earlier in the week—but his doctors had held him off for a little longer, and then with the process of Evan repacking all of his things and moving out of Eddie’s house, the time between of availability for them had dwindled away during his final recovery days. But now they have this, and he expects it to be great. As it is, it’s the first time they’ll really get to enjoy each other’s company fully since getting back together, since Tommy is considered officially healed. At least…

“Babe?” He calls out through the house as he slips his shoes off. “Did you hear me about the movie? I think we can still get those reservations, too.” 

The house is silent, but he knows Evan’s truck is in the driveway, and briefly he wonders if he younger man decided to take a nap after getting home from his shift. A smile drifts across Tommy’s face at the idea of crawling in next to Evan in their bed. They’ve certainly had their share of post-shift naps together, both at the loft and in this house—but this would be the first one in their bed, their home. The context of that is just as exciting as dinner and a movie. 

He walks through the house, little more noise than the sound of his socks on shag carpetting and the rustle of his jeans as they brush together, until he comes around the corner of the kitchen into the bedroom and his eyes fall on a familiar, small velvet box sitting on top of the dresser. His jaw drops open slightly as panic floods through him. He isn’t sure at all how to approach this topic, but as his gaze drifts over to Evan sitting on the end of the bed, the panic flooding the middle of his chest widens and deepens. The younger man does not look excited or even nervous, but instead upset. 

It takes everything inside Tommy to reel himself in—to remind himself that when he made the choice to break up with Evan a few months back, that choice hadn’t ended well—rather it had ended with Evan at his bedside in a hospital, telling him that there wasn’t another person out there who he wanted to be his last, and that he was head over heels in love with the pilot. Given the moves they’ve made forward in their relationship since, even though his own past trauma would like to suggest that maybe Evan has changed his mind, he knows that, logically, that’s very unlikely. 

“Baby?” 

Evan’s gaze doesn’t lift, and he doesn’t move, and after a moment, Tommy hears him sniffle, and his heart sinks. He picks up the box where it’s been left on the dresser and drops it back into the sock drawer before walking across the space between the door and the bed and kneeling down in front of his boyfriend. 

“I-I’m sorry,” Evan stammers. Tommy lifts a hand to his cheek, tilts the younger man’s face up more so he can see him clearly, and Evan looks so defeated that it twists a knife in his chest. 

“No, baby, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he answers, brushing his thumb back and forth on Evan’s cheekbone. “What’s going on?” 

Evan shakes his head, tears falling down his face, and it’s the first time that Tommy realizes the younger man has been crying. And as much as he’s trying to choose logic over emotions, he knows that whatever Evan is about to tell him has been weighing on him for more than just a few hours. 

“I-…” He inhales shakily, blinking and sending more tears down his face, over the back of Tommy’s hands as the pilot stares up at him wide-eyed, full of concern. “S-should be happy.” 

“You’re not?” Tommy says carefully, still forcing himself to toe the line. Evan turns his head, leaning into the pilot’s touch, and it’s mildly calming. He wouldn’t turn into him if he wanted to break up, right? 

“W-wanna be,” Evan answers, his voice shaking. “Feels- feels like I should- I should be. Everything has- …it’s good now. Everyone is- a-and we’re-..” 

Understanding sinks down over Tommy like the start of a midmorning drizzle, dripping into him one tiny drop at a time. He’s been here before, and he knows exactly what Evan means. 

“Okay, look at me,” he answers, his tone much firmer with the realization of what’s going on. Evan’s gaze lifts, but he doesn’t look any more settled or out of pain. 

“It’s been a tough fucking year for you,” he tells the younger man. “Lightning strike, changes in sexuality, Eddie left and came back, Maddie got kidnapped, we broke up, and I almost died. Even one or two of those events is a lot.” 

Evan sniffles and tries to look away, but Tommy turns his head back toward the pilot and forces his boyfriend to keep holding his gaze. 

“Y-you bought a ring, a-and I sho-should be ecstatic-..” 

Tommy scrunches his face in response, baffled at Evan’s determination to believe he should just suck it all up and give the expected response. 

“Did you hear anything I just said,” the pilot asks. 

“I’m needy and make everything about myself,” Evan tells him. “T-the break-up, Eddie leaving, w-when I called you while Maddie was- was gone. Fuck, Tommy, the- the shooting-..” 

“You were hurting,” his boyfriend reminds him, his tone almost angry. “Needing support doesn’t mean that you’re selfish. You deserve to have people there for you when you’re struggling.” 

Evan inhales and exhales wordlessly, more tears coming down his face. There’s a mountain of a statement not being made about how Tommy has been the only person to ever tell him that, to show up for him in the dark times and bring some light along with it, to love him through his ridiculousness. 

“They- they had more important things-..” 

“And that doesn’t mean that you don’t get to hurt too,” Tommy counters. “This is not the trauma olympics.” His gaze trails over Evan, taking in his demeanor. The way he seemed to curl in on himself, almost rejecting of what Tommy was telling him. And the thing was, for all the conversations they’d had about the places they’d lacked love and support in their lives, had struggled being on their own, he’d always held some degree of faith that the family his boyfriend had created around the 118 did something to show up and support him. 

And yet. 

“I’m exhausting,” Evan mutters, and it breaks something inside Tommy. 

“You are anything but that,” Tommy tells him, his tone bordering on argumentative. “You deserve love and support. You get that, right?” When Evan doesn’t look up at him, Tommy’s hand grips just a little bit tighter against his cheek, and he bobs his head forward to drive the point home. “Right?” 

“Sure,” Evan whispers. 

Tommy shakes his head, tilting Evan’s chin up toward him again. 

“Listen to me. You deserve all of those things,” he insists. “And if everything is too much right now, then we’ll figure it out. We’ll make some phone calls, you can take some time off work-..” 

“I’ve already been out since the shooting too much-..” 

“And that’s what paid time off is for,” Tommy counters. “I know you well enough to know that you haven’t used it all. And I know Bobby well enough that he’ll make you take the time to ensure you’re taking care of yourself more than just physically.” 

Evan opens his mouth to respond, his expression letting on that he’s about to try and counter Tommy, but the older man won’t be dismissed so easily. 

“Evan.” 

His boyfriend meets his gaze, his eyes brimming with more tears. “What?” 

“We’re going to figure it out,” Tommy says softly to him. “You can rest, and put yourself first. Let the people who love you put your first.” 

Evan sniffles again, the tears in his eyes coming down his face. It takes more than a few seconds, but eventually, he nods. Tommy stands and moves into the spot next to him, still keeping one hand on his face as Evan turns his head toward him. 

“What do you want to do,” he asks softly. “Not in the grand scheme, but right this second? What can I do for you?” 

Evan gulps, his gaze low. “I’m just so tired.” 

Tommy nods. “Okay. Do you want to lay down? Can I hold you? Would that help?” 

Evan nods, and then Tommy moves them up the bed. The younger man curls up tightly against him, but it’s not like how they normally are. Instead of Evan laying half on top of him, his body is rigid at Tommy’s side, like being tightly wound is all he can do to hold himself together. 

The pilot reaches over and combs a hand through Evan’s hair, brushing his thumb against Evan’s jaw when his hand settles. He feels the wetness against his t-shirt as they lie there. 

“‘m sorry,” Evan mutters softly, tucking his face into his hand against Tommy’s chest. 

“No, baby,” the pilot answers just as quietly. “Rest, Evan. Just let go. I’m right here.” 

There’s a period of roughly two or three minutes, where the only sounds in the room is their breathing, and the occasional sniffle. And then, like a wave cresting, it makes landfall and he feels the change against his chest as the tears come fast, the sniffles turn to sobs, and the walls come down. And for all the ways he’s had to let Evan in over the past few months, this might be the first time he’s really seen the younger man break. 

Selfishly, he wants to know who ever told his boyfriend that he was selfish or exhausting for being in pain. He wants to knock their lights out. But for now, he’ll settle for being the comfort. When Evan finally gives in to uncurling, letting the weight of all of his emotions settle over them and the urge that that brings to cling tighter to Tommy, the pilot holds him tighter, speaks softer affirmations to him. 

And then eventually, after a little while, the younger man seems to settle, if for no other reason than exhaustion. Tommy loosens his grip as Evan does, but he doesn’t let go. He feels the way Evan’s breathing deepens against him, and lays quietly next to him, making a mental checklist of what they’ll need to get done over the next few days. 

The younger man doesn’t doze long. After about twenty minutes, he rouses and lifts his head, looking up at Tommy. The pilot stares back at him quietly, observing him. He practically see the way Evan wants to apologize again brimming just beneath the surface, but he doesn’t say it. And then before long, the younger man is settling against him once more, his head on the pillow right beside Tommy’s. 

“You wanted to ask me to marry you,” Evan whispers. 

Tommy inhales a deep breath. He still wasn’t entirely prepared for that conversation today. 

“I still do,” the pilot answers, looking over at him. “But—and I’m not saying this in a bad way—I’d like to table that for when you’re feeling better. For when we’re both in a better headspace to dive into all that that means.” He’s quiet briefly, letting Evan consider his words. “Is that okay?” 

He sees the way Evan’s chin trembles and the way he tries to stuff down his feelings, sniffling instead of giving in to the tears. He nods and then tilts his head against Tommy’s shoulder, and the way he exhales feels a lot to Tommy like a sigh of relief, driving his entire point home that they’ll wait until he’s in a better place. 

“I’ve got you, Evan,” he whispers before pressing a kiss to the younger man’s forehead. “We’re going to be okay. I’ve got you.” 

[acebirdofprey]

Buck, texting: Hello my darling, guess who just got ✨stabbed✨ Tommy, texting: You got stabbed???? Buck, texting: Yeah, the doctor says it’s ✨almost fatal✨ Tommy, texting: PICK UP MY CALLS??!! Buck: Can't I'm in surgery ttyl

[archivesatnight]

as a gay guy, buck and tommy’s relationship feels like a breath of fresh air.

like, yes, there are so many relationships that are friends to lovers, 5-10+ years of slow buildup, painful unrequited moments, months of silence from a bad miscommunication, etc etc

but there are also relationships like Tommy and Evan, a match in a tinderbox that settles into a campfire. They communicate effectively (not perfectly, but they’re both at a point in life where they can take a few days and come back to each-other to talk things out and see things from each-other’s side), they’re OBVIOUSLY comfortable with each other, understanding of the risks of their job, and most importantly to me?

they. talk.

it’s not just physical intimacy or “the look”, they actively have conversations, they listen and RESPOND, they meet vulnerability with vulnerability and conversations flow and change like they’ve known each other for years, not months!

many people probably aren’t used to seeing those sorts of relationships, especially between two grown men, but god are they real and so so beautiful and i’m glad for these two characters so much every day.

[theredrenard]

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[parrishjeanna]

Okay just watched Natalia run away because Buck is an all in kind of guy. And the fact Tommy’s second date is Maddie’s Wedding and Buck coming out to everyone and he’s just like yeah sure let’s go all in. They match each others freak so well I’m crying! You shouldn’t change who you are just to keep someone around.

[mb26-44]

Xoş ovqatli sabahlar. 🌴🇦🇿🌾🇹🇷🌴👉Perviz Bülbüle 🎼🎧Eşq. Yaddaşlarin mahnisi. 🇦🇿

Eşqimden alinmaz bir qala tikdim,

Özüm keşiyini illərlə cekdim,

Mən onu heç kimə vermeyecekdim,

Onu şirin dille alan sen oldun...

[woowie00]

[xxetherealsweetheartxx]

GAZ IS A NERDY GAMER MARK MY WORDS

I JUST KNOW DEEP DOWN THAT GAZ IS A NERD!! I know he loves reading comics and likes collecting figurines. I know he spends an absurd amount of money on merch. He’s so gamer coded too. He probably loves fighting games or anything competitive where he can beat your ass in it only to give you a kiss as an apology. Kyle doesn’t strike me as someone who would stick to one genre but rather explore everything gaming has to offer. One moment he’s beating Soap’s ass in Mortal Kombat and in another he’s tending his farm in Stardew Valley and the next he’s escaping some insane person in Outlast. He definitely loves playing games where multiple people can join and he always makes sure to include you in his gaming sessions. He just loves going full gamer youtuber mode and provide you with the best commentary. "Hey guys, welcome to another let's play of Resident Evil 4. Last time we left off where-" "Who are you talking to right now."

(I'm in love with this man so much, fuck ya'll for ignoring him for that 6'9 austrian bitch🖕)

[hisbucky]

*Eddie adds Tommy to the husband group chat* Michael: Who is that? Bobby: Buck's new boyfriend. Eddie: Be nice. He's sorta my boyfriend too. David: Since when did that happen?! Chimney: I'm still wondering that myself. Tommy: I guess I should say hi...? Eddie: Before you ask, Buck's not in here cause the other chat collectively kidnapped him. Bobby: I still remember that war — Michael: What war? Athena decimated us.

[kinardsevan]

Prompt: Tommy has dyslexia and has always felt self-conscious about it. His Dad often made him feel stupid because of it. Buck helps him work through it all.

Tommy tosses his phone onto the table and sighs, running a hand into his hair. Evan glances up from the island where he’s currently working on tossing the salad together for their dinner, confused. 

“Babe?” 

Tommy glances up at him and sighs, shakes his head in irritation. 

“My brain isn’t braining right now,” he replies as he leans against the chair. 

Evan nods, but stares at his boyfriend for a few moments. It’s not the first time he’s seen Tommy like this, and it’s definitely not the first time he’s seen him get this frustrated in the past few days. Still, he doesn’t want to press him to talk about something he’s not ready to. 

“I can hear you thinking over there,” Tommy says after a minute, standing back up straight. He turns towards the island and walks over to it, grabbing bowls to take to the table. “What’s up?” 

“I mean, you’ve just seemed really frustrated lately,” Evan tells him. “Especially in relation to your phone.” 

Tommy nods, his expression pinched as he presses his mouth together, purses his lips in contemplation. 

“I…I’m dyslexic, Evan,” he states, mildly apprehensive. 

Evan nods, but doesn’t say anything. He likes learning new things about Tommy. They’re still in a stage where that happens regularly, although he’s finding more and more that it’s not so much the big things anymore, as it is little quirks and differences. 

“So you were having trouble reading something?” He asks, like it’s the simplest question in the world. 

Tommy stares at him for a beat longer than feels normal. 

‘What?” 

Tommy opens his mouth and his lips move minutely, almost as if they’re forming words that aren’t coming out, before he closes it again. The action concerns Evan and he settles the tongs in his hand inside the salad bowl, rounds the counter. 

“What? What was that,” he asks, referencing Tommy’s lack of a statement. 

Tommy closes his eyes, his head dropping as a pained expression crosses his face. 

“N…No one’s ever just jumped into it,” he murmurs, shaking his head as he sucks the skin of bottom lip into his teeth, bites down. “I always get the ‘just use audio’, or ‘have someone read it to you’. Or my favorite, ‘you’re just not paying attention well enough’.” 

Evan furrows his brow at the statement. “But you have auditory processing issues. So how is that supposed to help?” 

Tommy looks up at him like someone has never bothered to suggest such a thing, slack-jawed at Evan’s words. Evan gives him a small smile as he reaches out and tugs on the hem of Tommy’s shirt, straightening it. 

“Nobody’s ever said any of this to you, have they,” he asks. 

“No,” Tommy drawls slowly. “It’s…weird. Nice, but weird.” 

Evan nods. He leans over and pecks Tommy on the lips. 

“So I used to get told that I was absent-minded and just didn’t care,” he confesses. “I’d miss appointments, blow off classes, oversleep.” 

“Because of the ADD,” Tommy counters.

Evan nods. 

“And then like six months into my tenure at the firehouse, Cap looked at me and said I should go talk to someone about it.I was doing better, but I was always running everywhere I had to be, because I couldn’t be on time to save my life.” Evan walks back around the counter and starts working on the salad again. “My point being, until someone else suggested a solution that actually helped,” he pauses, shrugs his shoulders. “I felt stupid. Like…like eveyrone just thought I just wasn’t trying hard enough.” 

Tommy nods. “Yeah. I relate.” 

Evan finishes tossing the salad and offers the bowl up to him. Tommy takes it from him and turns towards the table, sets it down before returning to the island and grabbing more supplies as Evan removes the apron he’s wearing. 

“So tell me how I can help,” Evan tells him. “If I can read it to you, or help break it down in easier sections. I think I read something a while back about breaking up modes of instruction too.” 

Tommy gives him a half smile then, shakes his head. 

“You just dive right in no matter what it is,” he observes. Evan smiles at him, shrugging. 

“I just want to make it easier for you,” he admits. “Besides, I don’t know if it’s obvious yet, but I kinda like you, Tommy Kinard. Kinda like you a lot.” 

Tommy chuckles then, glancing away as his cheeks flush. 

“Kinda like you too, Evan. Quite a bit.” 

[acebirdofprey]

Phillip: You are not good enough for my son. Tommy: You’re not good enough for your son. Phillip: Excuse me? Tommy: You heard me.

[archivesatnight]

Chimney, fixing his head to toe rain gear as the team is getting off of a rare rainy shift: Did you seriously come out there in THAT, Tommy???

Tommy, wearing a grey LAFD tee shirt and jeans: uh… my clothes???

Chimney, glancing between the pilot and the rain: If by clothes than you mean the winner of the “most likely to give someone pneumonia if worn in the rain” award, then yes— Don’t you have a jacket or a hoodie or something?

Tommy, mentally buffering: Uh, no— not on m-

Buck, bounding over from the lockers in a pair of sweats and a slightly baggy navy LAFD hoodie: Hey! Sorry to make you wait, just had to chat with Ravi. Ready?

Chimney, grabbing his car keys from his duffel bag: Teach your man some environmental awareness, Buckaroo— I can feel the goosebumps from all the way over here! Maddie will kill you if you miss dinner because this guy forgot his jacket at home!

Buck, holding in his laughter and watching as Chimney walks away: You know him, Chim— criiiiiminally underprepared…..

Tommy, grinning and casually running his fingertips over the white lettering of his own last name on the back of Buck’s hoodie: Whatever you say, babe.

[theredrenard]

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[girls--complex]

why helicopters specifically?

I'm so moved by "Helicopter Helicopter" (song)