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danielslaw · 5 months
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DANIEL LARUSSO AND SAMANTHA LARUSSO HUGS THROUGH THE SERIES COBRA KAI
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salemsvlog · 21 days
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It’s just so funny to me thinking about Oliver going on set to film 7x05 being all like “I’m so excited how are they going to handle Bucks coming out story” just to be told that they’re going to choked him.
I mean- WHAT MAKE THAT DECISION??
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pansysgothgf · 1 month
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I truly don’t understand how no one heard Hen “figured out a serial killer on first vibe check” Wilson say “there’s something wrong, we need to look into Bobby and Athena’s cruise” and didn’t immediately believe her. Have we all forgotten the Jonah situation so easily? C’mon people
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kat-and-their-cats · 24 days
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Favourite Episode Masterlist
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very-feral-lesbian · 2 years
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buckley-diaz family parallels throughout the years
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hermithorrorweek · 6 months
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buckleyx · 2 years
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Hi love! Can i request a romantic Eddie Diaz x gn!reader fic where they are helping him take care of Christopher in the recent episode(s)? Ignore if it you don't get an ideas or feel comfortable with the request! :)
PLEASE E.D
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The GIF I used is not mine! All credit goes to the owner!
Author’s note: ow hello my darling anonymous human! Thank you so much for requesting. I absolutely loved the idea! I hope its what you had in mind, I had a lot of fun writing it. It kinda takes place durning Eddie's outbursts but instead of Chris calling Buck, he calls you :) enjoy!!! <33
Eddie Diaz x gender!neutral reader
Warnings: Heartbroken Eddie, mentions of outbursts, angst
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"Are you comfortable?" You asked softly, tucking Christopher further in.
"Yes." He whispered, holding his hands above the space themed blankets. It was a rough day for the boy. Having to call help on your own father is never easy. Especially when you aren't used to ever seeing him like that. You were the first he called. Broken walls and messed up furniture greeted you when you entered Eddie's room. A place that you once knew as tidy and neat was now gone. Your own broken boyfriend sitting on the ground. Not being able to say a word.
It was all the anger he builded up. The news about his old colleagues, taking temporary leave of the 118, having to be put behind a desk. You didn't necessarily blame him for his outburst, you just wished he talked to you sooner.
"Goodnight Chris." You smiled, placing the children's book further on his bedside table. "Try getting some sleep."
It wasn't the first time you stayed the night. So Christopher didn't raise any questions with why you tucked him in and not Eddie. You were a big part in his life now, and Chris really only saw that as the most positive thing ever. It was different then with Anna. He saw you more as a parent, someone who truly loves Eddie and wants to share their future with him. This was more real.
You said your final goodnights, answering some more questions from Chris before going to find Eddie. He was sitting on the couch, deep in thought, one hand was messily placed in his hair as the other holded the cup of coffee you made him.
You walked further in the leaving room, silenty sitting down next to him. He sat up straight, rubbing his eyes, trying his best to wipe away the wet stains on his cheecks.
"Is Chris alright?" He asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence. You rubbed your hand on his back in small circular motions, slowing moving up to play with his hair.
"He's worried about you." You answered honestly.
"He shouldn't have seen that. He shouldn't had to be the on to call you."
"Hey Eddie. Chris will survive." You reassured him. "But I think it still would be best to talk to him tomorrow. He got quite a scare."
"I know." His eyes shifted from yours. Like he was ashamed of you seeing him like this. "I'm sorry."
"You need help, Eddie. This can't go on. The panic attacks, the outbursts, it's all eating you away." Your hands cupped his cheeks. "Please don't shut me out. Not this time. Please Eddie, allow me to help you."
"You've got nothing to be sorry about." You took his chin, so his eyes remained on yours. Tears danced in his eyes. Your heart broke seeing him like this. So fragile. So broken.
"Please."
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sweet-heart-jack · 4 months
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What's everyone's favorite supernatural title card
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I think I'd have to go with 5,7,8 and 9
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Maddie: he's so cute
Buck: he gets that a lot, you should meet his kid 😍
Maddie: Chimney has a kid?
Buck: Chimney??? But you saw Eddie right? 👀
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nobodyoverhere · 1 year
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Let’s keep it green with Lloyd memes🍀🍀🍀🍀☘️☘️☘️
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thebigooof · 1 year
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9-1-1 does Angela Bassett so dirty with the hairstyles they put her in like she’s still stunning but like that Karen cut was nasty
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Like only she can rock those side sweep bangs
Also I’m adding more photos of Angela Bassett that I have saved
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icy-watch · 5 months
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She's heeeree
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jamieontheroof · 2 months
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SEASON 5 DOWN
Eddies back as a fire fighter!!! Toni made up with Karen and Hen!! Taylor and Buck broke up!! Bobby nearly relapsed but Eddie spoke to him!!
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hmslusitania · 2 years
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That perfect one word no one’s heard yet
Have a 5x17-5x18 spec?
Eddie tries to be as quiet as he can when he unlocks the door in case Buck’s on the couch. He’d told him that it would be stupid to sleep on the couch when Eddie was going to be in a whole other state, but Buck sometimes refuses do the sensible thing.
But Buck is not on the couch. His shift bag is in a neat pile by the door and there’s a half finished Lego construct on the coffee table that’s being colonised by Chris’s dinosaur toys. The jackets hanging on the hooks in the hallway are Buck’s too, from his myriad collection. There’s no light on in the house and Eddie checks his watch. It’s later than he’d thought; there had been an accident on I-5 and Eddie’s Uber driver hadn’t been stupid enough to take it, but the spillover traffic had made every other route between LAX and Eddie’s house stupid busy for being after midnight.
He gently opens Christopher’s door and sees him completely passed out and drooling a little into his pillow. Eddie shuts his door and heads to his own room.
Buck is not a restful sleeper. Eddie had found that out the hard way when they’d been quarantining together, but it holds true now in Eddie’s room. Buck has managed to wrap himself and the comforter into some kind of non-Euclidean knot and has one of the strings from his hoodie stuck in his partly open mouth. One of his feet is visible from the blanket knot, the sock rolled down to halfway off his heel. He’s mostly — by a very slim margin — on the left side of the bed, and has his arms wrapped around the other pillow. Eddie’s pillow.
Eddie’s heart squeezes in his chest and he wants to reach out and pull the sweatshirt string out of Buck’s mouth and roll the sock back up his foot, and then he wants to tangle himself into the knot of Buck and blanket.
And then he realises its two in the morning and he’s just standing stupidly in his own bedroom staring at his—
“Eddie?”
Buck’s voice is deeper from sleep and fuzzy from confusion.
“Hey,” Eddie says and realises he should put his bag down and maybe put on his pyjamas. He rounds the foot of the bed and—and those are definitely more of Buck’s things than he could’ve realistically needed for Eddie’s three day trip to El Paso.
“Did I miss—fuck, I was supposed to pick you up, oh my god I must’ve slept through my alarm—”
Buck fumbles to explain Eddie’s presence and when he falls silent, Eddie glances over at him, pausing in the act of unbuttoning his shirt. Buck is sitting half up in the bed with his phone in hand, frowning intensely at it. Like he can see that its 2am and knows Eddie wasn’t supposed to be in until 8am and also knows Eddie is standing in front of him half-undressed.
“I left early,” Eddie explains before Buck can fully ask. He turns around and drops his jeans, fishing his sleep shorts out of the dresser. “Changed my flight.”
“You should’ve called me, I would’ve come and got you,” Buck says. Eddie shrugs, and shrugs out of his undershirt, reaching for a fresh one from the drawer. “Oh, fuck, this is your bed, I should go—”
He pauses and when Eddie turns around, he’s sitting all the way up and staring into the middle distance.
“What’s up?” Eddie asks.
“Uh, the farthest I can go is your…couch,” Buck says.
Eddie mentally throws a stifling hand over his own instinctive response (“you don’t have to go anywhere ever for any reason you should just stay”) because Buck looks confused and guilty and perversely like he might be about to smile.
“What happened?” Eddie asks.
“Uh, I—I said she should keep the apartment since it was only fair since I got her to give up hers,” Buck says. He does grin just a little then and then seems to force himself to sober. Eddie’s heart does an odd, joyous pirouette. “When—when I broke up with Taylor.”
He does sober then, frowning. “And I’m back to being the useless couch crashing perpetual roommate.”
“You’re not crashing on my couch,” Eddie says firmly. “And you’re not useless.”
“No, I know, I’ll—I think Albert’s getting a new place right, I can just—”
“No, I meant—” Eddie steels himself and then catches sight of Buck’s dangling foot and half dislodged sock. He grabs Buck’s ankle and ignores the way Buck is staring at him, all mussed and rumpled and confused, and pulls his sock back up for him. When he lets go of Buck’s foot, Buck’s tilted his head sideways in that confused-Buckley-puppy dog expression that Buck got from Maddie and that Jee-Yun’s already starting to show off.
“I meant you don’t have to crash on my couch,” Eddie says. He circles around to his side of the bed and picks up his pillow where Buck’s relinquished his hold in his confusion. “But you do have to budge over and untangle part of the blanket for me.”
Buck obliges and Eddie tucks himself into the spare half of the bed. Eddie hadn’t turned on the light but it isn’t really dark until Buck’s phone goes out. They lie there in silence just the wrong side of perfectly comfortable for a while until Buck clears his throat.
“You left Texas early?” Buck asks.
“We can talk about it in the morning,” Eddie says. “When it’s been more than six hours since I fled my childhood home for probably the last time ever.”
“Right,” Buck says. “Sorry it went badly.”
“It didn’t actually,” Eddie says. He sighs. “My dad had a heart attack, but he’s going to be fine, and we left it in a place where if they ever want to see Chris again, they’re going to have to be the ones to reach out.”
“What if they want to see you?” Buck asks softly.
“That, we can definitely talk about tomorrow,” Eddie says. “We can talk about Taylor then, too, but she’s not welcome in my bedroom even for a conversation about her.”
Buck, to his relief, laughs. “Yeah that’s probably not gonna be nearly as big a conversation is it.”
“The decision making process that led to you breaking up with the wicked witch of the west? Maybe not,” Eddie agrees. “But, like, she is the first partner you’ve ever lived with and ending that even on your own terms can fuck you up in ways you don’t expect.”
Buck hums in agreement, or at least acknowledgement, and Eddie registers a second later that he isn’t actually speaking from experience. It feels right though, so he leaves it be as a statement.
“Sorry about your apartment through,” Eddie says.
“Its okay,” Buck says and he sounds like he’s falling asleep again. “I kinda hated it in the end anyway. Guess it kinda sucks to be homeless for a sec though.”
“You’ve always got a home here with me,” Eddie says before he can stop himself. “With us.”
Buck doesn’t respond, and after a moment, he lets out a soft exhale that’s not quite a snore. Eddie smiles and lets himself fall asleep.
When he wakes in the morning, Buck’s worked himself into another inconceivable Escher knot with the blanket. But this time, Eddie’s tied up in it, too inextricable to move.
And there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
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very-feral-lesbian · 2 years
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where did the time go
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vanessakimballs · 7 months
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RT is currently removing rvb off of youtube btw in case you wanna know how tone deaf they've gotten
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