#ft. howie han

[fyrewalks]

“ Oh, always such a charmer. ” // @murkyhazed

"What about this isn't charming," he teases, waving a hand at the old t-shirt. The pale color was a poor choice. One shoulder is dotted with red, Jee had decided throwing her strawberries was more enjoyable than eating them this morning, and on his stomach are patches of discoloration where he had spilled lunch on himself. The latter had no toddler explanation, it was all Chimney.

"Or is your comment more aimed at the fact that I went out like this?" He probably could've found the time to change before running errands, but he hadn't cared enough to. And honestly, he was being economical. The amount of laundry they do between the three of them has gotten to be ridiculous; a cruel reality of leaving with a toddler.

#murkyhazed #murkyhazed ft maddie #ft. howie han

[astcriismarchive]

“how did you get that?”  // @chicagosfincst​

“uh,” howie’s eyes dart around the room. no one meets his eyes, all pretending to be busy with nothing. just great. “nobody hit me, if that’s what you’re asking.” which, yup, judging on the look on their face, his answer making the situation any better. 

#chicagosfincst #ft. howie han #this is the most howie answer ever #queue

[caralynsmoved]

the most wonderful time of the year

fandom: 911onfox characters: quinn callahan ( original female character ), athena grant-nash, sean callahan ( original male character ), bobby nash, fire fam ft. karen wilson and maddie buckley.  pairing(s): athena grant-nash/bobby nash, maddie buckley/howie “ chimney “ han, hen wilson/karen wilson, allusions to evan “ buck “ buckley/eddie diaz rating: general audiences setting: sometime after the ice skating and a little before the christmas spirit episode, idk timelines are hard and i wrote this before the actual christmas ep aired.  notes: so quinn is my oc formed of my love of kennedy mcmann and my need to just want more ocs basically. also s/o to @henwilsons bc she is pretty much quinn’s creator and a second s/o to @liesoverthec because when i posted hey who wants to hear about this oc you know nothing about it sweet bon-bon went me ! i do ! and made me giggle at work so here goes ??  ps. you can refer to this original post about quinnie if you want ! 

∞

“ should i ask how you found me or should we just skip to the why ? “ quinn asked, not even looking up from the drink in front of her. 

“ maybe skip to why you haven’t been answering my calls, huh ? “ athena asked, taking a seat beside at the nearly empty bar. 

quinn was sure in a few hours the now nearly empty bar would pack up with hopeful christmas couples, people looking for someone to spend the holidays with, mostly people trying to avoid the holidays in one of the most effective ways around .. at least that’s what she was trying to do before athena showed up. 

“ i’ve been busy, you know holidays make people nostalgic for estranged family, lost holiday gifts, missed connections with that certain somewhere who winked at you while you were singing to last christmas on the subway. “ quinn said, taking a drink before she looked over to the woman at her side.

“ think you could still make some time for holidays, quinn, get your stocking all hung up. “ the stocking had been an addition during her first christmas with the grants. she had slept in the guest room and woken to a stocking on the fireplace bearing her name right next to everyone else’s. it had been one of the first times she had let herself celebrate the holidays since her dad … the stocking now got put up every year. 

“ athena … “ quinn pressed a hand against her forehead, eyes closed tightly for a moment as she thought of the bright lights of christmas, watching rudolph curled into her dad’s side, hot cocoa in the middle of the night like a secret and the shadow that hung over them after he was gone, “ i don’t know, “ 

“ i know it’s been hard for you, lately. “ athena said, pushing the glass away just enough in hopes quinn wouldn’t notice, “ especially now, but baby you can’t keep hiding yourself away, there are people in your life now who love you, who want to be there for you .. if you’ll let them. “ 

quinn knew they would be, they had proven it in a hundred different ways; bobby being by her side after the tsunami when he wasn’t at buck’s, eddie going sparring with her at the gym when it all became much for either of them, buck and maddie stubbornly tailing with her on long stakeouts, hen and chim pulling her into team dinners at the station, it was even christopher or denny’s little hand reaching up for hers like they could trust her implicitly. the problem wasn’t that she didn’t know they were there the problem was they could easily be gone in an instant; one wrong call, one second too late, between one breath and the next … gone just like that. she’s already carrying one ghost she doesn’t know if her chest has room for any more. 

“ one more ? “ the bartender, either not catching athena’s warning gaze or not caring ( it was more likely the second ) asked, jolting her out of her thoughts and she fumbled. 

“ i .. i … ummm, “ words suddenly stuck in her throat as she felt the weight of it all fall on her shoulders with a rush, “ i need some air, “ 

the young woman pushed away from the bar and athena’s well meaning hands as she stumbled her way to the alley, falling down against it and letting the cold brick pressed against her back and shoulders chill her heated skin. out of control wasn’t a feeling she liked at all, out of control was something she didn’t get a luxury to feel because there wasn’t anyone around to catch her when it happened, no one to shield her when she fell or got too loud or did the wrong thing. out of control is how all of this made her feel and she pressed her forehead to her knees with a frustrated whine. 

“ merry christmas, baby girl. “ 

the hands fell away from the little girl’s eyes and she saw white decorating the ground and it felt like magic, 

“ snow ! “ instead of whirling straight into the white fluff the girl beelined for her dad behind her, wrapping her arms around him, “ you did it , daddy ! “ 

strong arms picked her up and twirled her around as she squealed and laughed as bright as the sun even as her dad clutched her to his chest and fell backward into the soft whiteness of the snow that glittered across their yard. she wriggled from his grasp as he rolled them around in the snow and looked up at her dad who smiled at her like he always did, “ told you i’d make it snow for you, quinnie, anything for my girl. “ 

it had never snowed like that in la and now that she was older she knew her dad had pulled strings to get snow in their yard, a simple call to a company, but to a little girl who wanted the realness of snow it had been everything and her dad had known that. they had stayed out there all day until they were soaked and shivering, he had coaxed her inside with hot chocolate and rudolph and she had fallen asleep in the window seat watching the snow settled in the yard … it had been their last christmas. 

there was the click of heels on asphalt, a ruffle of fabric and a sigh before athena was settled next to her once more, wanting nothing more than to reach out and pull the girl into her arms. 

“ i’m sorry, “ the words were old hat to quinn who spent her life either spitting them dismissively or profusing them to a grieving client … or the woman next to her, “ i’m so sorry. “ 

“ there’s nothing for you to apologize for, quinn. “ the softness in athena’s voice, the mom voice she and may always have teasingly called it makes her ache, makes her want for things she’s too afraid to have, too afraid to lose. “ i know you’re scared and it’s hard for you especially this time of year and as much as i want to just make it all better for you i can’t. “ 

quinn felt her green eyes sting with the press of tears and a sniffle following athena’s words had a gentle hand brushing pale red curls away from her face, stroking through her hair, “ i don’t … i don’t think i can do this anymore. “ 

the hand that was slowly brushing through her curls moved to turn her chin and she was met with a sad but no less warm smile, “ you don’t have to, not anymore. not if you don’t want to.  “ 

it could be so easy … 

“ i’m terrified, “ it was quinn’s breathless admission that had been held back like a warning she displayed to anyone who came close; damaged goods, broken toy, don’t come close; dead inside. athena had seen it all, pushed past the warning signs like a challenge and held her close even when she fought her, maybe especially when she fought her. 

“ i know. “ two words seemed to signal some sort of click in quinn’s head as the tears built up spilled down her cheek and off her chin, “ being scared though it’s just a part of loving something or someone but it doesn’t mean you should just never let yourself feel it again. i’m scared whenever bobby walks out the door in the morning, i’m scared when i say goodbye to the kids, i’m scared whenever you don’t answer the phone and maybe it would be less terrifying to just pack it all in, but then i’d miss out on all the good that love brings me, all the people it brings into my life. “ 

a sob crackled through her chest and escaped her, it sounded aching and tired, it sounded like her. in a second she was swept into warm arms and cradled like she was something fragile. “ you’re going to be okay, i’ve got you now, i’ve got you, baby girl. “ 

she wasn’t naive enough to think one breakdown in a bar’s alleyway would magically fix everything, that she would dry her eyes and feel put together, but it was a start, it was a soothe to some of her jagged edges, it was a way to breathe again. 

∞

tears dried and smudged makeup wiped away by skilled fingers, quinn shuffled in behind athena into the warm chaos that was the grant-nash household. there were decorations strewn about throughout the home, soft christmas music playing over a speaker, the smell of dinner wafting throughout and the sound of voices carrying over everything. 

“ and i’m telling you that you’re wrong ! “ was buck’s shout that rang out through the house and greeted the two women as they came into the living area. the blond was sat on a couch with eddie and was halfway leaned off of it to meet chim who was sat with a fondly grinning maddie, hen with an arm wrapped around her wife rounded out the team. 

“ except i’m not and you are, respect your elders, remember, buck ? “ chim quipped back at him, hands waving around that maddie skillfully dodged before gently grabbing one to hold which of course earned a sappy smile from her boyfriend. the words themselves drew a snort from eddie whose shoulder was promptly whacked by buck. 

“ what are they arguing about now ? “ athena asked as she came into the kitchen where her husband was opening a bottle of wine with quinn once more trailing behind her, feeling oddly unsure even in the shelter that this home was to her, “ i thought when i left they were bonding over the music. “ 

“ which of course led to them arguing about christmas music .. i’m pretty sure they’re actually arguing about which is the classic christmas song. “ bobby said, an amused smile on his face as he came around to hand his wife a glass of wine and a kiss, “ glad you could make it, quinn. “ 

eyes drifting towards the mantle hung with stockings quinn almost started as she was pulled back to the present and offered the older man a half smile, “ me too, bobby. “ 

“ just because you’re older doesn’t make you right, chim ! “ buck said, leaning that much more forward only to be pulled back by eddie’s hand on his shirt keeping him from toppling straight off the couch. 

“ and just cause you’re the baby, doesn’t make you right either ! “ whatever response buck had ready and waiting fell away at chim’s words and he sputtered. 

“ baby ?! i am not the baby ! “ 

“ you’re literally the youngest person here, buckaroo. “ 

“ that doesn’t make me the baby ! “ 

“ throwing the temper tantrum might though, bambi. “ quinn quipped, making her way to the crowd and taking a seat next to karen who gave her a smile and a pat to her knee that had her sinking easily against the cushions. 

“ come on, “ buck said, voice dropping from a shout to an indignant whine as he looked around at all of them, “ did you guys have to tell her about that ? “ 

“ well you just looked so adorable flailing around out there, i couldn’t help it. “ hen said, cooing at him leaving buck leaning back against the couch with a huff. 

“ says you, i think i grew like ten gray hairs everytime he almost faceplanted. “ eddie chimed in, the same fondly exasperated look on his face he had on the ice that day. 

“ i was not that bad. “ buck said, dodging the hand that eddie used to ruffle at his hair as his cheeks flushed with a blush. 

“ not how i heard it. “ quinn said, pulling her socked feet up underneath her on the loveseat as her words caused buck to pout. “ aww, don’t pout, bambi. it’s almost christmas. “ maddie teased her brother earning a dramatic kiss on the cheek from her boyfriend. 

“ i swear if that sticks .. “ the blond said, looking at all of them with a half-pleading, half-glaring expression on his face. 

drinks were passed around as bobby and athena came to join them and for a moment it seemed like everything was there, everything she was so afraid to have and she thought once more of how quick and easy it would be to lose it all. then like that day in the hospital bobby asks her to help him in the kitchen and the confused glances are worth the easiness to draw in a breath, 

“ better ? “ she’s not stupid, she knows there was nothing bobby actually needed help with and something about the realization makes her fingers tingle and ache as she runs a hand through her hair and looks up to meet his sympathetic gaze. 

“ thanks, bobby. “ quinn doesn’t ask how he knew, how he always seems to know because the answers are there in all the things he does and says; the shadows that sometimes swim behind his gaze, the way he looks at buck, may and harry like he’s found something he never thought he’d find again .. sometimes she thinks they just see echoes of their pasts in each other. 

“ no problem, kid. “ bobby said with this understanding smile as he stands next to her, a hand rubbing her shoulder and she thinks last year she never would have been able to do this, never would have let bobby this close, she thinks maybe this is what all that cliched talk of healing is supposed to mean, little things like this. she thinks maybe this she can do. 

green eyes floating towards where the stockings hung once more and then towards the crowd of family scattered throughout the living room she took a breath, thought of her dad without a vice grip on her heart, the way the snow felt against her cheek when he rolled them around and how it felt when she saw her stocking on the mantel with all the others and how if anything else it made all the painful ache in her chest ebb just enough. it was funny how she felt like bambi herself in this moment, shaky legged and unsure as she made her way towards the mantle and picked up the red and white striped stocking with her name stitched in green lettering. 

“ you’re my brave girl, you know that ? “ her dad said, reaching out to tweak her nose causing her to scrunch her features with a giggle. 

“ daddys always say that. “ she protested, legs swinging where she was sat on the kitchen counter. 

“ that’s because daddys are always right, “ he said with a knowing smile as he smoothed the bandage over her knee and reached behind him and like the magic she always assumed her dad had produced a bright blue sucker, “ especially when it comes to their brave girls. “ 

a breath in and a breath out and she carefully placed the stocking on the hook already placed and waiting for her. 

“ looks good up there. “ athena’s voice called from where she was sat and quinn nodded, a smile she hadn’t felt in what felt like such a long time curving her lips as she looked at it before making her way back to her seat with the family and sat down, legs curling underneath her as she looked around at them. these people; these, crazy, wonderful, hilarious, strong and sweet people were hers and maybe she was even theirs. for now, that was enough, for now she could do this. 

“ yeah, yeah it does. “ 

“ merry christmas, baby girl. “ a ruffle of her hair, a kiss against her forehead and the smell of his cologne so clear and present, curling around her like a memory, like a blanket.

#→ once as soft as water / quinn callahan #→ here to stand between you and the chaos / 911onfox #→ write until it feels as natural as breathing / abigail writes #so here's some soft angst about quinn #it's really on brand that i started this a week or two before christmas #and it's now the end of feburary before i finished and posted it #but here it is ! #eventually more will be posted about quinn #also feel free to ask about her if you want ! #after this i have a canon-divergent auish lone star fic in the work #that should hopefully have the first chapter up tomorrow while i'm at work of course lol #but anyways enjoy and validate me mrs. chanandler bong please !

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[h50fics]

People Person

by BuckyAndDanno

“Buck, how do you know all these people?” “I’m a people person?”

Or, the ultimate fandom mash up ft, Evan Buckley-Severide.

In a post-lawsuit AU where Buck went back to Chicago and re-joined CPD Intelligence, a cross state case takes him back to LA and reunites him with many familiar faces. The 118 lost him once and are determined not to make the same mistake again, but did they ever really know Evan Buckley at all?

Words: 2482, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 8 of Evan Buckley-Severide Fics

Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV), Chicago Fire, Chicago PD (TV), Chicago Med, Hawaii Five-0 (2010), NCIS: Los Angeles, Criminal Minds (US TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Jay Halstead, Hank Voight, G Callen, Sam Hanna, Kensi Blye, Marty Deeks, Athena Grant, Bobby Nash, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Howie "Chimney" Han, Maddie Buckley, Danny "Danno" Williams, Steve McGarrett, Will Halstead, Kelly Severide, Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Erin Lindsay, Adam Ruzek, Alvin Olinsky

Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley & Jay Halstead, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Hank Voight, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Steve McGarrett, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Danny "Danno" Williams, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Marty Deeks, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Spencer Reid, Steve McGarrett/Danny "Danno" Williams, Kensi Blye/Marty Deeks

Additional Tags: Epic Multi Fandom Crossover, Buck and the Multiverse, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Case fic (sort of), Post-Lawsuit (9-1-1 TV), Severide Bros, Evan Buckley-Severide

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[fyrewalks]

“ Wow. When you ask a favor, you don't start small, do you? ” // @arachnidiots

Chimney opens his mouth, ready to dispute Liam's claim, but nothing comes out. He frowns, confusion furrowing his brow. Surely, he has asked Liam for something in all of this time. It's simply how it goes, little favors here and there to ease the burden of their hard schedules and the weird lives they lead as a result. And it's certainly how Chim operates; he's virtually been on his own since he was a teenager, he couldn't be shy about asking for help when he needed it.

"So, you'll do it," he says, flashing a bright, expectant smile. "It's not even full night of babysitting and Jee's so good. Like, the best toddler you've ever met."

#arachnidiots #ft. howie han

[fyrewalks]

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together // @lvebug

Leaving heavily on his elbows against the handle of the cart, Chim cracks his gum loudly, a frown starting to form as he reads over the giant list that Bobby sent through the group chat.

He sighs, straightening. "You're in charge of the list, kid." Of the firehouse chores, grocery shopping isn't his favorite. Bobby at least organizes it, but the burden to execute has fallen to them.

Undoubtedly, in the next thirty minutes, they'll be spammed with additional requests. "Don't let anyone sucker you into more stuff."

#lvebug #ft. howie han

[fyrewalks]

Send ✈️ for our muses to wait for a delayed flight together // @unfogged

"Pretzel," Howie asks, holding out the bag and giving it a little shake towards the stranger. Okay, so, the stranger might be put off by random pretzel offerings, but Howie doesn't really care. If he's stuck in this godforsaken airport for a few hours then he might as well make some friends. It's more appealing than doom scrolling insta for the fifth time and he can't text Maddie at work and he'd face time Anne again, but he knows Jee's napping and he's not going to mess up her schedule just because he's a little bored. Howie's a grown adult capable of keeping himself entertained.

Sorta.

"You know what's stupid," he goes on, undeterred. "They tell you to show up three hours before your flight. You make it through everything in maybe an hour, usually less. And then? It's delayed. But! You know what happens when you're the least bit late, the lines are long, there's an issue with your ticket or some bullshit, and you're lucky if you catch your flight."

#unfogged #unfogged ft victor #ft. howie han

[fyrewalks]

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜ // @mastermicd

"Lady, will you shut it already," Howie hisses back. Tact and decorum went out the window, or the elevator rather, thirty minutes ago. It's hardly appropriate but lucky for him, the radios aren't working and they've been stuck in this tin can for over an hour already. Bobby can't chastise what he isn't privy to. He's pretty sure if his captain traded places with him, he'd be just as annoyed.

He leans his head back against the metal wall, a deep frown set on his face. "If I do hate you," Howie says, eyes sliding quickly to the stranger he refuses to make acquaintances with, "it's warranted. I told you the elevators were off-limits."

It might have been a mistake on his part, stepping inside the stupid metal box to escort her off, but she's the reason he stepped on at all.

#mastermicd #mastermicd ft rebecca #ft. howie han #i hope this works! #i feel like they would be a chaotic pairing

[fyrewalks]

"Why didn't you call me? I could have helped." // @walkedfire

He wants to believe that Buck is being sincere in his offer, he certainly sounds sincere, but Howie can't help thinking that it sounds like a platitude.

"You, my friend," Howie starts, his left eye twitching a bit. "Will stay very, very far from me." He points with his left hand, indicating a far bit of space to be kept between them. It is impractical given the nature of their work and yet, he'll spend the next several hours enforcing the distance until the entire crew is sick of it.

"You got Maddie sick, which got Jee sick." Of course Howie knows that if Buck's well enough to return to work than he's more likely to get sick from them, but still. His ire remains directed at Buck, patient zero. "Have you had tiny toddler sneeze directly into your mouth in the past twenty four hours? No!"

#walkedfire #ft. howie han

[fyrewalks]

❝ i didn’t realize how late it was. ❞ // @firef1ghts

"Yeah," Chim breathes out, eyes flicking down to catch the numbers on his watch. 1:04 am. If he were smart, he'd be downstairs in his bunk. Even if he couldn't get to sleep, laying down and letting his thoughts drift would be preferable to sitting up at the loft's kitchen table and sipping tea, keeping his mind and body up.

He glances over at Andie but decides against asking why or what's keeping her awake. Sometimes, there's no reason for it. For himself, Chim suspects it's a natural consequence to a job that demands their attention at all hours of the day or night and toddler at home that means finding normalcy where his sleep is concerned on his off hours is impossible.

"I can make you a cup," Chim offers.

#firef1ghts #ft. howie han

[fyrewalks]

continued from here x // @fasciinating

He's misstepped, said the wrong thing, clearly, eyes catching on the way Spock stiffens. A better man might apologize, but Chim's too distracted, and entirely too pleased, that Spock acknowledges his observation as correct. It's an acknowledgment that comes with bragging rights - a Vulcan thinking he's correct is no small thing.

Chim presses his lips together. It's one thing to joke as he did about boredom likely being the cause of the fire, it's another thing entirely to think that it's acceptable. He's accepted the risk his career poses; he knows that saving one life may mean not being able to save his own. That risk, however marginal, is easier to swallow for unavoidable emergencies, true accidents, and natural disasters. Stupidity, though, puts his life at risk the most often.

"Don't mistake my words for allowance," he says, glancing up at the other. "Most of my squad has families, including myself." And even for the few who don't, their lives aren't any less important. "The thought of having to tell someone's spouse or their kid that they died because some genius thought mixing chemicals would bring them a bit of joy is one of the worst parts of this job." If there's any comfort, it's that Starfleet will probably take this seriously. Or, at least, Chim believes so.

#fasciinating #ft. howie han

[fyrewalks]

“ the door's always open, you know that. “ // @firemedics

“yeah,” chim says. he knows - except, showing up with a  near 1-year old with barely ten minutes heads up isn’t exactly the same. still, he’s grateful for eddie’s easy smile. “which is why i come bearing  the world’s cutest baby and lunch.” he figured it was better to not show up empty handed, even knowing eddie would’ve been perfectly contented with jee-yun for company. “still not sure i trust your cooking,” he adds. it’s why he came over - the joking, the easy conversations. he’s spent too much of the morning and part of last night contemplating that one of their co-workers might be a murder. he needs a break. 

chim intends to hand over the bag of food tightly clutched in his fingers to make the procession into the house easier, but jee is already leaning away from his hip, big doe eyes fixed at eddie. “yeah, yeah. eddie’s your favorite uncle, huh,” he says to jee-yun, shifting so eddie can grab her. smile fond, he watches eddie settle jee on his hip before following them into the house. “we should send buck a picture, he’ll be jealous. he keeps trying to beat albert out for best uncle, but come, you totally got them both beat.”

#firemedics #ft. howie han #911 spoilers

[fyrewalks]

"I'm sorry - what," he laughs with a crack loud crack of chewing gum, hands on his hip. Oh, this is gonna be good. Howie's gonna get mileage out of this story. "Just - just repeat this for me one more time. Please." He's still grinning from ear to ear.

"You want me to help you with a case," Howie repeats the premise of what the detective proposed. "You know I'm a firefighter paramedic, right? Not some fire cop like you're suggesting." Which is funny in its own right, the absurdity of it. He likes true crime as much as the next person, but he prefers listening to podcasts and watching documentaries like everyone else. He wants no part of this. // @lindscys

#lindscys #ft. howie han #i ended up dropping taylor as a muse #so surprise starter from howie instead

[fyrewalks]

* i hope hell is nice and warm when we get there. ‘ // @firemedics

“Oh, you hope,” Chim repeats with an exaggerated lit to his voice. “Here I was thinking that you could personally attest to the experience given how much you’re a pain in my ass.” He is so, so bitter over that stupid, evil bracelet. He hates that it even briefly touched him. “But I guess not - I don’t think you’d be able to watch telenovela’s in hell.” Maybe if it were someone else, perhaps, but Eddie loved them more than he’d let on in the firehouse. Chim knew mainly because Buck knew and one of the few times Eddie left an episode on when the loft was largely deserted. 

#firemedics #ft. howie han

[fyrewalks]

chim’s camera roll featuring @firemedics // send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)  

#firemedics #ft. howie han #im laughing at the difference of eddie photos #love the idea of chim and eddie goofing around and chim gets a model photo from eddie while buck gets complete dork #and eddie sends the pic of jee to chim while he's babysitting with a caption about how she's a buckley han cause Chaos and Trouble #obvs gotta have the uncle chim content too