#romcom idiots!!

[haleyatwell]

“It was as if they belonged on a different show, because their storyline was vastly superior to everyone else's dull drama. Dan and Blair together are like Harry Burns and Sally Albright reincarnated—the couple was obviously inspired by When Harry Met Sally. [...] The history of their relationship parallels the iconic film couple; the two began as enemies, became friends and eventually a couple.”

[nqueso-lies]

Tommy makes Buck breakfast. Both are dumb and in love || 8x11

[Night before here]

[charliebot-art]

i just wanted to draw something for their fanmix cover (　◜◡‾)

[beargyufairy]

I could be whatever you want

You just tell me what you want and I'm gonna be that for you

You're dumb

I could be that

[hairmetal666]

Eddie walks through Washington Square Park on his way to work, basking at the chill in the air even though it’s only early September. Soon the leaves will turn yellow and orange and red, littering the sidewalks and grass with color. The air will cool in earnest, and he can bring out his favorite flannels as all the NYU students pull on their beanies and puffy coats and polar fleece.

In his most private thoughts, Eddie believes that New York City is at its most warm and welcoming in the fall; that the scent of coffee and roasted apples and cinnamon lingers in the air, that the yellow lights of warm apartments and the slow creep of fake spiderwebs and carved pumpkins calm the hearts and minds of scared tourists and jaded New Yorkers alike.

Eddie has this thing about fall in the city, right, but if you were to ask him his feelings about leaf peeping, or what-the-fuck-ever, he’d laugh in your face. Not that anyone ever asked him. He wasn’t the sort of man that gave the impression he cared about seasons. Honestly, his closest friends would probably express doubt Eddie even knew what the seasons were. 

He stops at a coffee shop, picking up drinks and pastries, before walking the remaining few blocks to his store.

He unlocks the security awning and the door, and as he pushes it wide, he takes the same deep breath he’s taken since the moment he stepped inside five years ago, inhaling the scent of paper, ink, dust, and patchouli, letting it fill his lungs and level him out.

God, he loves this place. He doesn’t know shit about books or running a business, but this place is his place, even before he owned it. He loves the built-in hardwood shelves, the polished floors, the crown moldings, the soft blue paint of the walls; the too-fancy crystal light fixtures; the solid wood chunk of the front counter, barely big enough for two people to stand behind; the way the smaller store front opens into a wide, inviting space; the swinging half-door into the tiny office that’s cluttered on a good day and a beloved disaster zone normally.

It doesn’t make a lot of sense, in the chronology of his life and interests, that he’d find himself owning a queer, new age bookstore in New York City at the ripe old age of twenty-five, but here he is. Making it work. Mostly.

Full fic live now on ao3!

[joanofart5]

Chapters: 26/26 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Anathema Device, Gabriel (Good Omens), Newton Pulsifer, Madame Tracy (Good Omens), The Them (Good Omens), Michael (Good Omens), Sergeant Shadwell (Good Omens), Human - Character, Human AU - Character Additional Tags: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Overboard Fusion, 1980's, Slow Burn, First Kiss, First Time, Memory Loss, Temporary Amnesia, questionable medical practices, this would never happen in real life, but the movies say it can, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Sort Of, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Human, The Them - Freeform, good omens - Freeform, POV Alternating, questionable morals, Dubious Consent, Sex while having amnesia, Crowley Has a Penis (Good Omens), Aziraphale Has a Penis (Good Omens), Bottom Aziraphale (Good Omens), BAMF Aziraphale (Good Omens), Podfic Welcome, Fanart Welcome, Angst, Pining while fucking Summary:

Based on the 1980's romcom Overboard, Crowley is a carpenter who has a not-so-great first encounter with the rich and snobby Aziraphale Archer.

After Aziraphale falls off of his yacht and loses his memories, Crowley comes up with an epic plan for payback. He will trick Aziraphale into believing he is his husband and the father of four rambunctious children.

Can Crowley stick to his plan and give Aziraphale the payback he deserves? Or, will he find out that Aziraphale is much more than he first appeared to be?

*It is not necessary to have watched the movie to enjoy this fic!*

[scifrey]

NINE-TENTHS

Oh my gosh, the book is now officially out! This is the first original novel I've published since 2018 and I am very excited and very nervous to share it.

☕♥️🐉

➡️ You can read it here. ⬅��

Chapters drop Wednesdays and Saturdays, and if you're worried, the story is already finished and fully uploaded. This is not a WIP that I will abandon later--it's totally complete.

About the book:

Twenty-four is one year too young for a quarter-life crisis, but hey, Colin's always been an overachiever. He's got a degree in Sustainable Tourism, which his family says he's wasting as a barista, an annoying anxiety disorder, and no freaking idea what to do with his life. The only thing going his way is the cute coffee shop regular, a homo draconis named Dav (who, in his humanshape, is a total hottie.) Still, it'd be easier if Dav didn't have a habit of accidentally setting things on fire when he's startled. Like the café kitchen.

When Dav breaks draconic taboo and volunteers as a replacement bean-roaster to apologize for the inferno meet-ugly, sparks really fly. Everything's finally happening for Colin, until he learns that hooking up with Dav means that under dragon law, Colin is absorbed into Dav's hoard.

Possession may be nine-tenths of the law, but becoming his boyfriend's property does not make this whole identity crisis thing easier. Especially now that Colin must navigate politics, paparazzi, and legal questions about his personhood. Colin's still angling for his Happily Ever After, but the growing scrutiny on his relationship with Dav threatens their budding romance. And if he's not careful, Colin's fight for agency may just destroy symbiotic human/dragon relationships worldwide.

Beautiful cover art by @seancefemme

[ohheycallmek]

Hi!!! I wanted to come back and tell you that your blog and writing brings me so much joy 🫶🏻💗 if you don’t mind, could I maybe make a request please? I LOVED your fractured fault fic so so much!! Could I please request something with crosshair and tech like that one that is soft and fluffy, maybe them having a day off and just relaxing/cuddling or literally anything you want! You are amazing 🥹

One Bunk

Written by @ohheycallmek

Tech x Crosshair x OC (Alexei)

-------------------------------

Alexei should have known better than to eagerly volunteer to assist in a side mission with Tech and Crosshair at the helm. The job was fairly simple. Hand over the goods, recieve their credits, head back to Ord Mantell, and to quote Cid, “make it snappy”. However, a very minor miscalculation had landed them in dire straits. They needed a place to lay low for a while and the closest destination was a dingy single room outpost sequestered on the outskirts of an unexplored planet.

Tech's chest plate unlatched with a click, the rainwater rushing off the cool metal and into various puddles on the floor. Crosshair sauntered over them in disgust, slamming his cargo down onto the floor.

“The unfortunate reality of the situation is that this was, in fact, the only viable option.” Tech noted, peeling his goggles off and rubbing his thumb and forefinger against the foggy transparisteel.

With a disgruntled huff, he tried but failed to wick away the moisture. Alexei's hair stuck slick like purple flames against the frame of her face, chills rising all too quickly. She splayed her fingers over her cheeks with an exaggerated groan.

“Well, isn't this lovely.” Crosshair's voice resounded like a hiss between his teeth, “One bunk. No heat. No electric. No thanks.”

He crossed the tiny room in a single leg's length, ripping his gloves off to inspect the contents of the faucet. He flicked it on in a single, swift motion and instantly recoiled as it hit his digits.

“Ice cold. Dammit.”

Alexei snaked her arms out of their soaked sleeves and shook her jacket out, a wild series of expletives murmured beneath her breath. She slapped her comm against her thigh in an attempt to conjure its spirit back to life. No use.

“Hunter…Hunter, come in…Hunter? Ugh. Great. This thing's fried.”

Tech reached for her link, eyeing it from all ends, goggles stationed back over his eyes, “No, not fried…reception seems to be low in this particular region.”

“Oh, even better!” Crosshair exclaimed, hands raising to the ceiling theatrically.

Alexei shook her head as she began to wring out her blacks, the moistened fabric curling effortlessly in on itself.

“Well, one of you can have the ‘luxury suit’ and the other can crash in a makeshift bed on the floor. I can just keep watch. I'm a night owl anyway.” She noted.

“Absolutely not, kid. You need your sleep just as much, if not more, than either one of us.” Crosshair noted, his boots punctuating with a soppy squelch as he toed them off one by one.

Alexei's brows knit intensely as she pulled a sock off, the sad, wet fabric looking like an ocean creature on the sea floor as it landed against the cracked wooden floorboards with a splat.

“It's okay…r-r-really…” Her words stuttered between the sudden onset of teeth chitters.

Crosshair's arms wrapped like a shield around himself in a failed attempt to protect himself from the dangerously lowering temperature, “K-karabast, Tech. It really is fr-freezing in here.”

Tech anxiously ran his fingers through the fringe of cropped hair hanging loose across his forehead, “This is only a t-te-temporary solution to keep shelter from the rain. If we intend to conserve heat, it is i-imperative that we sh-share the bunk.”

Crosshair let out a long breath through his nose, clearly unamused, “So what? We all cram onto that sorry excuse of a m-mattress like a pack of t-tooka kittens?”

Tech placed his datapad against the rickety bedside table before removing his holster and scouring their luggage for clean clothes.

“That is the most eff-efficient solution. Shared body heat will prevent core t-temperature loss.”

Alexei hesitated, eyes flitting between the two men, “We’ll all f-fit?”

“We will make it work,” Tech said with quiet finality, pulling his shirt over his head with grace and shimmying a dry one on, “Unless, of course, you’d prefer to r-risk hypothermia. S-st-statistically, the choice is clear.”

Only a few moments later, Alexei was strewn like the meatlink center of a wronto wrap between two, stubborn pieces of genetically-modified pita. Despite the exhaustion clinging to her like a shapeless cloud, her eyes kept staring up into the ceiling and her body ached from her feeble attempt to keep her limbs to herself. While the discomfort of cold stutters left their voices, the tension of shared space remained prominent.

“Alexei,” Crosshair murmured from her left, “You’re practically preparing for liftoff back there.”

She shuffled in place, “I'm just-...attempting to get comfortable.”

Tech tapped idley on his datapad, turned away from both of them, “Her kinetic restlessness is stress-induced.”

She flipped over to him, propping herself up, “I'm not stressed. It's just hard to get settled when I'm the garnish of a clone-baked burrito.”

Crosshair pulled back and jabbed an elbow into her spine, his body smooshing closer, “You're ewok-sized, kid. You'd fit in our cargo pack.”

“And you have unforgivably pointed kneecaps. Move back a little, sniper boy.”

Alexei huffed as she spoke, pulling the thin, woolen blanket tighter around her shoulders. It didn’t take long for her to realize that her fist had balled up a single, sad corner of fabric while the rest was wrapped around Crosshair's lanky form.

“Cross’.”

Silence.

“Cross’.”

Nothing.

“Crosshair!" She snapped, jabbing her arm into the lump stationed beside her, “You’re hogging the entire blanket!”

A low, mumbled grunt emerged from the mass. “You're sandwiched between heat sources, you said so yourself. I'm sure you can manage.”

She shoved him harder but he barely moved. Even in the pitch black of the room could she detect Crosshair's all too obvious grin.

“I swear to the stars…Tech, are you hearing this?”

“Yes. I'm choosing to observe from a distance rather than intervene.”

“Unbelievable.” She scoffed.

Tech placed his device on the bedside table and reached up to remove the goggles from his face, exhaling deeply as if peeling away what remained of the evening. Alexei's fingers spooled through her ration of blanket, a small, knowing smirk pulling on her lip. Without delay, her leg motioned to the left ever so slightly, the arch of her icy bare foot finding the curve of Crosshair's calve.

"Dank farrik, woman! What is wrong with you?” Crosshair's voice resounded between a hitch of breath, his jolting body creaking the entire cot.

Alexei laughed, toes wiggling like smug, little ice cubes against his skin, “I told you I was cold!”

“Maker, if I die in this bed due to frostbite on my a-”

“Then you'll die surrounded by friends. Consider that happy thought.”

Tech cleared the sleepless rasp from his throat, “If you are cold, Alexei, you may move closer to me. Thermoregulation is important.”

He flipped onto his back, a single arm casually outstretched as an invitation, his hand gesturing her forward. She stuck her teeth between her lower lip in contemplation. Tech nodded subtly as if to give further permission.

She slid over tentatively, letting herself lean into him. She settled against the lean, soft plane of his stomach. His hand came to rest lightly against her, his touch calculated and certain.

From across the way, Crosshair’s voice cut through the quiet like a viroblade ripping through silk.

“Adorable. Maybe next time you’ll remember to pack an extra spread instead of unresolved tension.”

Alexei's leg kicked back like a bucking tauntaun, hitting him square in his backside.

“Ow! You rascal!”

“Watch your mouth, boney butt.”

×

A moment later, the room had settled into the barely audible hum of breath. Alexei's temperature was beginning to level out slowly, her body subconsciously seeking Tech's chest as one leg looped lazily over his. Crosshair was curled in a loose fetal position against her back, a good portion of blanket still glued to him.

Tech attempted to shuffle his position, realizing soon after that a slick moisture had soaked to his skin.

The source? Alexei.

Sound asleep, face half-buried in his chest, mouth parted ever so slightly. Drool glistened from her puckered lips like distant galaxy stars onto his undershirt.

He stared down at her and then moved his gaze to the ceiling. Then his eyes flit back to the damp spot, practically gawking.

“…Fascinating.”

“What now?” Came Crosshair’s annoyed, sleepless voice, partially muted by the pillow smothering the side of his face.

“She's...salivating.” Tech replied flatly.

There was a pause.

Then laughter.

Crosshair couldn't hold it back, spinning around to view them both, “And that’s what you get for being the favorite.”

“I am not the favorite.”

Alexei's body loosened around him, her ear pressing further, the even thudding of Tech's heart like a distant lullaby as she fell even farther into a dreamless sleep.

“The evidence is clear as kyber crystal, vod.”

Tech frowned, attempting to inspect the damage, but the shift in his body only caused Alexei to snuggle in deeper. Another line of spit steamed from her mouth like a slug on concrete.

“Stars.” Tech's nostrils flared in partial disgust, “It seems as though her aim is remarkably strategic.”

“She’s practically using you as a salt lick,” Crosshair noted smuggly.

“Test me again and I will gladly roll her onto you.”

“Try me,” He snarled. “I’ll just roll her back.”

Alexei gave a tiny, unbothered murmur of contentment, then smacked her lips and wiped her face instinctively against the comfortable fabric.

“…It seems as though I will require a decontamination shower…potentially two.” Tech whispered.

“Should I grab the medkit?” Crosshair asked innocently.

“Shut up,” Tech sighed, eyes rolling.

They both lay there as the steady flicker of lights outside the window created a luminescent glow across the room. The only sound of note was the rhythmic, unyielding rattle of water against the sides of the outpost building.

“Tech?” Crosshair's voice resounded, his bitterness lost, tone stripped of its typical edge.

“Yes?” Tech's voice was equally as subdued.

“Do you remember the first time we met her?”

Tech blinked, chin pressing into the top of Alexei's head as he reminisced, “Certainly…Cid’s back room. She was brandishing a ration bar like a weapon, standing her ground against Wrecker of all people. He didn't even say much. He just offered her a seat at the bar with a large, open palm and that signature, goofy grin of his. She was practically vibrating in fear. She must've thought he was a rancor.”

Crosshair chuckled gently, shoulders shaking, “It wouldn't be the first time someone's made that mistake.”

Tech reached up to run hills along Alexei's shoulder blades, slow and methodical, fingers delicate.

“...She thought we were going to use her…like everyone else in that place had.” He noted, his matter-of-fact nature becoming more organic as he peered down at her breathing in waves.

Crosshair hummed in agreement, “She never sleeps well. It's like her body is in constant fight or flight mode. The poor thing runs on caffeine and sarcasm.”

Tech shifted slightly, careful not to wake her. “But not tonight.”

“No, not tonight.” Crosshair echoed.

A fragile silence stretched between them like a line of soldiers.

“I-...don’t think I understood how empty it truly felt until she came along,” Crosshair noted, “All those missions…the constant relocation…”

Tech turned his head slightly toward him in the dark, “It was never truly empty. We had each other. She was just a piece we didn't realize we needed until we were lucky enough to recieve her.”

Crosshair gave a tired chuckle, eyes half-lidded, “You always did say it better.”

“No,” Tech said gently, pressing his lips undetected into Alexei's hair as if to pocket the moment, “I just take my time to understand it.”

x

It was well past midnight at this point. The infantile outpost room was steeped in blanketed shadows and the disjointed warmth of shared sleep. It was in that partial silence that it happened.

A low, guttural grind followed by a sharp inhale, and then a wavering beat of silence. Distant machinery? The walls slowly disintegrating?

And then again.

Hrrghnk-hhkrrh.

“Oh no.”

Tech didn’t move, but he answered grimly, sleep evading him now, “Oh yes…Crosshair seems to have entered his…final form.”

Hrrrrrghnk-kh-kh-kh.

Alexei blinked all the essence of sleep away and spoke in a groan, “Is he snoring or detonating?”

“No one knows for certain. I have my theories.”

Alexei turned her head just slightly, catching a glimpse of Crosshair’s face behind her…peaceful, for once, ever-present scowl erased. His browline had smoothed over. It was as if the universe had finally stopped pressing in on him from every angle.

She flipped back around, and that’s when she noticed it…a warm, crusting dribble at the edge of her mouth.

“Oh…no no no.” She whispered, her hand flying to press her fingers to her lips, “I-...drooled on you.”

Tech glanced down, then back at her, expression unreadable, “Ah. Yes. Indeed you did.”

Her face flushed with horror, cheeks fading to pink, “Kriff…I'm so sorry.”

He shook his head from side to side, adjusting his arm around her, “You are quite fine.”

She peered up at him, embarrassment ever-present, but the kindness in his eyes made the situation feel far less mortifying. His thumb brushed just lightly over the exposed skin of her shoulder.

“Besides,” He added, “I’d much rather endure a bit of drool than the apparent seismic activity occurring on your opposite side…”

HHHHRKHHHK.

She winced, “Maker. That’s awful. Worse than Wrecker even.”

“His bunk is directly across from mine. He does this occasionally. Once, on Daro, he snored so loudly Echo thought we had made a crash landing. It practically shook the durasteel.”

Alexei muffled a laugh into her sleeve. “Should we-...nudge him?”

“I wouldn’t. He gets rather hostile if his sleep cycle gets-”

HHHHHRRRRRRRRRRNK.

“...Interrupted.” He finished deadpan.

Eventually, the cacophony died down and the room settled again.

“I don’t remember the last time I felt like this.” Alexei sighed deeply, fingertips tracing down the center of his sternum.

“Like what?”

She stopped the action for only a moment, "Perfectly safe...on an unknown planet, no less. Tired…but not in a post-mission kind of way. It's almost as if-...as if I'm-...floating. If the galaxy caved in on itself at this very moment, swallowing us whole, for whatever it's worth, I suppose I wouldn’t feel like I missed out on anything. I'm...content."

Then, gently, “We’ve lived each day preparing for the worst, it’s easy to forget that the uneventful meters of time matter just as much.”

“They matter more.”

Tech nodded, "I suppose that they do."

"Tech?"

"Hm?" His eyes were beginning to close now, the pressure of her body against his urging him to rest.

"...Thank you. For letting me in like this. For not shifting away like you do most people.”

He seemed to consider her words like he always did, with such precision it was actively criminal, "You were...extremely comfortable. I didn't wish to disturb you.”

Her smile deepened, “Still. Most people wouldn’t be so accommodating...especially when spit is involved.”

“I am not most people,” He said, almost absently, and she could hear the faint click of pride behind the words.

“No,” She whispered back, “You’re not.”

A pause.

“You know you’re kind of good at this…right?”

His brows pulled together. “At what?”

"This. Being safe. Being…warm.” The word felt clumsy tumbling past her teeth, but it was true all the same.

Tech's stomach rapidly dropped below his knees at her words, his heart stuttered momentarily before resuming a slightly more heightened rhythm. He hoped she couldn't detect it.

"I-...was unaware that I could be that person for someone." He tried but failed to keep his voice from hitching.

"Well, you are...to me."

×

Alexei awoke to warmth…deep, enveloping, dangerously tantalizing warmth. Her face was pressed into soft, scarred skin. Strong arms loosely cradled her, the apex pulse against her cheek was more calming than she’d ever dare to admit aloud.

She yawned audibly, stretched her arms ever so slightly, and it was then that she realized she was not holding who she thought she was…

Slowly, cautiously, she cracked one eye open.

Bare chest. Pale skin. The dark, delicate sweep of a sniper tattoo branded over the expanse of his ribs.

Stars.

Not Tech.

No. Not even close.

Her legs were practically fused to Crosshair's like expertly tangled rope. His arm was draped possessively against her hip bone. Her hand was placed delicately across his stomach, rising and falling with each inhalation of breath. Her ankle was tucked between his thighs, losing feeling by the minute.

She didn’t move. Not right away. Maybe if she stayed perfectly still, the planet would suddenly hit the rewind button. Ten minutes or so is all she would need to place her right back to where she definitely recalled falling asleep; on Tech’s chest, stuck fast in data-scented underclothes and polite, awkward arms.

Crosshair shifted slightly and pulled her in tighter. She didn't dare to breathe. She couldn't tell if it was her heart hammering, or his. Maybe, just maybe, she could slither away without-

“Good morning, starshine.” Came his gravelly voice; smokey, low and annoyingly smug.

She froze.

He hadn’t even opened his eyes yet. The bastard knew.

“…Hi…?” Her voice was meek, questioning.

A beat.

“For someone with shoulders so tense, you’re surprisingly cuddly when you’re unconscious.”

“I-...I thought you were Tech!” She exclaimed.

Crosshair cracked one eye open, brow raising, “Wow. Isn’t that crushing.”

Alexei scrambled back like she’d touched a live wire, rapidly padding the opposite side of the bed. It was empty. Cold.

“Tech?”

Tech, fully dressed and sipping a coffee by the wall, didn’t look up from his datapad as she floundered about.

“You rolled over approximately two hours ago and latched onto Crosshair like a purring loth cat.”

“Two hours?! And you let me?!”

“I found it…statistically interesting.”

Crosshair stretched, looking far too pleased with himself. “Not a terrible wake up call, sarad.”

Alexei muddled a sorry excuse for a pillow into her palms before chucking it at Crosshair's head, “I can't stand you.”

Tech glanced up now, tilting his head, “I’m compiling footage, if you’d like to review the cuddle migration later.”

Alexei groaned and flopped onto her belly, arms and legs sprawled like a defeated fish, “I wonder if I have to put in a request for a new squad.”

“It's too late for that, sweetheart,” Crosshair said, arms behind his head nonchalantly, “You’re ours now.”

Alexei turned her head to the side, one eye obscured by the fall of her hair, the other glinting up at Crosshair. A small, undeniable smile stretched across her lips.

"Yeah...I suppose I've had worse missions."

[merthurao3recs]

A Bouquet A Day

Author: ravenwilds 

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences   

Word Count: 5,884

Details: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era, Alternate Universe - Modern With Magic, Alternate Universe - Office Setting, Office Romance, Oblivious Arthur Pendragon, Pining, Mutual Pining, Fluff & Banter, Banter, 5 + 1 Things, 5 Times.  

Summary: There was a huge bunch of flowers, taking up most of the space on Merlin's desk. Arthur tilted his head. Who would send Merlin flowers? HR sent flowers to staff sometimes when something very good, or very bad, happened. Arthur would know if Merlin had done something very good - he hadn’t - so maybe something very bad had happened?

or: five times Arthur is very unhappy about bouquets of flowers, and one time they please him

[rosstrytobe]

My thoughts about how still subcontionly Buck is still trying to get Eddie attention

We see in episode 4 how Buck wanted Eddie attention and he tried to get it in many ways:

The gym scene (literally he's showing his body and his technics at the gym like a an animal dance to get his girl)

2) The basketball order (He just bought a baskball with Amazon prime to just make Eddie see that he was interest in play with him)

3) The basketball play (He just show off with Chimney to make Eddie see that he's better than Tommy to play basketball but he isn't and also he hurted Eddie because at some point he didn’t know what else to do to make his jealousy going away and also we know it's a way to copy for Buck. Because when he was little he hurted himself so many times to get his parents attention. Hurting Eddie is like wanted to get all his attention)

But all these ways just make Eddie don't understand Buck at all. Also, Buck thought Eddie was pissed off by him but as Tommy said to him, Eddie was hurt that he made Buck feel left off

Also Maddie is the one saying to Buck that the way his brother was trying to get Eddie attention is wrong and so Buck felt like she was right

Then later Tommy show up and he kissed Buck, getting his attention and Buck had just a mid realisation to how he wanted to get 'someone' attention

Then next episode show Buck and Tommy date:

Eddie shows up (in a way Eddie get to see Tommy and Buck togheter not knowing that it was a date and in some ways Eddie was focused on Buck and Tommy because he said with an octave that he's happy they were hanging out. But Buck didn't want this time Eddie attention as he proceded to make a fool of himself. But Eddie is still focusing on them and later he leaves)

2) The coming out scene (Let's just said that this time Buck got Eddie attention. Because he was a little freaking out by it but then he peoceded to give Buck his support and be happy for him. But just his macro expression just show how he doesn’t get how Tommy is gay and the fact that Buck like someone else)

3) The bachelor party (Now, we get to see an Eddie that just told to Buck to dress with a couple costume in a party Eddie knows Tommy would be there and it's very telling. But also, Buck have finally Eddie full attention to just how Eddie reacts when Buck and Tommy huged in front of him and how Eddie heard Tommy not put a costume at all for Buck bachelor party knowing how much this means to Buck. Also the fact that we saw Eddie looking at Tommy while Tommy was yawing. Like why showing us that? But this time Buck didn't do it conciously but he changed his way to get Eddie attention and in some ways Eddie is focused of Buck and Tommy but he doesn’t know why yet)

Anyway that's it basically

[buddiefanficlibrary]

if i lay here, would you lie with me (forget the world)

“Does this story have a point?” Eddie questioned, Lena narrowing her eyes at him.

“This guy, my sort of friend—what if he could watch Chris for you?”

Eddie furrowed his brows together. “You want me to leave my kid who’s halfway across the country with some—stranger?”

“It beats having him sent home to your parents, right?”

Well, she had a point there.

Eddie shook his head, overwhelmed with his thoughts.

“Look, I appreciate it Bosko, but I just—I don’t know. This is my kid we’re talking about.”

“I know that, and I know how much you love him. Hell, you’ve sent me ten plus emails when I was watching him for you.”

Eddie looked to where there was a line coming out of their commanders office. He turned to Lena, giving his full attention.

“Alright, tell me about this friend of yours.”

—or—

The one where Eddie’s in the army, Shannon gives up her rights to Chris, and Eddie needs a babysitter. Good thing Lena knows Buck, the guy having nothing better to do than help babysit until Eddie gets back. Eddie would come home, and he would leave; it wasn’t like they were going to build some lifetime friendship or anything.

LINK

[kohakhearts]

beautiful night to think about The Character. dont you agree

[bhramarii]

fellas is it gay to kiss your friend because a fire has broken out and you see no clear way out

[polin-ista]

Colin:

It is

Prospects are important

Yes you must

Me: Jesus Christ man, piss or get off the pot!

Annnndd ya missed your window

(also side note that you can hear ducks at the end of this scene and all I can think of is Colin saying 'and here I am, feeding the ducks' xD my dude....)

[sharpace]

Thanks to your art I am now headcanoning Dimitri as simultaneously a flamboyant himbo and the most ace person alive 🙏

He is the definition of Just a Guy ™️

[cobra-wives]

you give me lawrusso adjacent; chris naked in new york x ruben patterson shootfighter. essentially, literally any amalgamated mixture of the zacchio-verse and their roles. i don’t mind - i love them all.

i nod.

i raise you; cobra husbands adjacent; terry mccain excessive force x captain vernon the dog who saved summer.

pleaaase let them be the villains in johnny and daniel’s lives in EVERY UNIVERSE.