Revna_Varinsdottir
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The second picture is—oh. It’s of him and Eddie dancing during the Grease song, when Eddie had held him close and dipped Buck like he’d been doing it all his life. It’s—oh. He can’t believe Eddie’s not shown him this one before, because—there’s so much love contained inside this photograph, he can feel it seeping out of the phone and into his hands, liquid sunshine.
Buck’s head is thrown back, face scrunched in delighted laughter, and Eddie’s so close, beaming at him with nothing short of adoration. It’s pouring out of him, clear as day, the happiness in this single photo a tangible thing even over a year later.
or, buck stumbles across some pictures from halloween
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- Part 2 of bucket list fic
Bookmarked by Revna_Varinsdottir
21 Jun 2025
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“Hrmmph,” Buck grumbles, crease appearing between his eyebrows. Eddie stills, holding his breath as he gauges Buck’s proximity to consciousness. He thinks he’s in the clear, but then Buck murmurs unhappily and rolls ever-so-slightly towards Eddie.
“S’your turn to be th’ li’l spoon,” he slurs, and Eddie freezes even further. “’M th’ big spoon t’night.” He pats half-heartedly at the mattress between him and Eddie, jaw going slack again after a few seconds.
or, quarantine finds eddie sharing a bed with a pillow-thief and sleep-talker. he minds less than he thinks.
Bookmarked by Revna_Varinsdottir
21 Jun 2025
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“Oh. You’re—uh.” Should he—say something? Why would he say something, though. Just because this isn’t something they do… Eddie’s clearly fine with this, initiating this, and Buck—there’s never a time Buck doesn’t want this, want this bad. So why would he say you have a bed right there and come off as a dick when they’re both perfectly fine with this.
Or, worse in ways that are both hysterical and heartbreaking, come off as vaguely homophobic or make Eddie uncomfortable about the way he’s currently spooning Buck like he’s been doing it all his life.
He settles for a lighthearted, “Are you drunk?”
Eddie sighs sleepily, breath tickling Buck’s neck. “Yeah. Kinda.”
or, getting little-spooned by his drunk best friend was not on buck's maid-of-honour checklist, but. it's happening
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21 Jun 2025
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Eddie’s eyes are squeezed shut, and Buck feels something inside him crack when this helpless, devastated sob wracks his body, eyelashes clumped with tears he’s not letting fall.
“Fuck,” he says, wobbly. “I just—God, I feel fucking insane. I know, logically—fuck.”
“What do you need?” Buck asks again. “What can I do?”
Eddie makes a frustrated noise. “I don’t know. I don’t know why this won’t stop.”
“Okay,” Buck says, trying desperately to think of what he finds comforting when he’s in a bad place. Or what Eddie reaches for when he needs comfort. The answer is simple enough—a literal reach for each other, reassurance in the magnetism with which they lean into the other’s orbit. A hand on a shoulder, a press of bodies beside each other, a nudge of knees under the table. “Can I, uh. Can I touch you?”
or, eddie panics. buck holds him.
Bookmarked by Revna_Varinsdottir
21 Jun 2025
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i’m not going anywhere (at least not anywhere you’re not) by fleetinghearts
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
08 Apr 2025
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“Oh no, you’re not,” Eddie says. “You think I’m a bitch when I’m sick? You could put several cities worth of Real Housewives to shame.”
Buck’s face is clearly torn between exasperation and amusement, probably about Eddie’s reality TV watching habits. He has been subject to more dramatic television than usual now that he’s cohabiting with Chris and Eddie full-time.
“Get in the shower,” Eddie says firmly, before he can protest.
“Not before you,” Buck says, just as firmly. He’s so fucking annoying sometimes. Eddie usually wants to kiss him about it.
or, it’s raining and eddie’s home and he might be a little in love with his best friend
Bookmarked by Revna_Varinsdottir
21 Jun 2025