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God, how he loves being Evancito. He loves how that sounds rolling off Eddie’s tongue. It’s so full of love, so incredibly fond, sounds so much the unconditional love that he’s been craving ever since he was a kid, when he was just sad, lonely, little Evan. Evancito. He thinks it’s ironic that it literally means little Evan. It’s like Eddie is directly speaking to his inner child, to that seven, eight-year-old boy who sought attention by harming himself on purpose. And it’s incredible, because Buck was sure he’d never be loved like this, fully, completely, wholeheartedly.
Eddie calls Buck Evancito and Buck has feelings about it
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03 Jun 2025
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When Eddie moves to El Paso, he starts to pull away. He's taking space for himself. He's protecting himself. The memory of the 118, of the life and career and family he had to leave behind, is too much to handle thinking about while he gives everything in his soul to try and mend his relationship with Chris. He's pulling away, he can see that, he just doesn't expect to be called out on it. Certainly not when Buck doesn't even realize he's doing it.
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"No," Eddie interrupts abruptly, "What did you call me, Evan?"
"Eddie, what-?"
"Oh, that's right," Eddie gives a dry laugh, "Abby didn't call you that, that was her ex-fiancé."
"Eddie, what the fu-"
"You called me Abby!" Eddie yells into his phone, finally stopping in his pacing.
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29 May 2025
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Throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason by this_is_moony_lovegood
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
15 May 2025
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It’s the middle of the night. Buck isn’t on shift. He’s supposed to be sleeping right now. But, instead, he’s sitting on the bathroom floor with Eddie at who knows what hour it actually is. He’s here. “Buck?” Eddie chokes on another sob. “What are y-y-you doing here?”
“Chimney called me,” Buck says softly, reaching up to cup Eddie’s cheek in his palm. He feels the gentle swipe of Buck’s thumb over his cheekbone, most likely wiping away one of Eddie’s many stray tears. He shivers at the soft touch, even as he leans into Buck’s warm hand. “He said you needed me, so here I am.”
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After two months of holding himself together, when Eddie is unable to save a teenage boy on a late-night call, he finally breaks down in the bathroom at the firehouse. Immediately knowing what he needs, Chimney and Hen make a phone call to the one person they know will be able to get through to Eddie: Buck.
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17 May 2025
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you drew stars by butterflies_around_orion
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue (2023), Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston
27 Jan 2025
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It’s not smart to do this. The month after their first kiss had been torture enough, finally knowing what Alex tasted like and how his curls felt against Henry’s palm and never being able to do it again. With time, he could’ve gotten over it. He could’ve.
But then Alex kissed him back and left him with promises and anticipation and desire. Henry will die once he no longer has access to the specific warmth of Alex’s skin, and he will die if he never feels it at all.
So here he is.
He checks his watch: five minutes until he’s meant to be at Alex’s door. He swallows hard, pinches his thighs.
He hasn’t told Alex about this.
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[or, their first time, but add a little (a lot) of angst]
(mind the tags)
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27 Jan 2025
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when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved by arcanefoxx
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
15 Oct 2023
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Astarion is laid across the window seat in the kitchen, legs loosely crossed in front of him at the ankle. A well-loved book lays open in his lap, about a quarter of the way through, with Tara purring next to him. He’d noticed months ago how the upper floor’s study held the perfect sunbeam at this hour—yet Tara curled next to him here every time. At this angle of the tower, under it’s canopy, Astarion could sit and read with a view during the day, without direct sunlight.
Tara purrs under his hand, where he curls a finger to rub her cheek with his knuckle. She does so love a good scritch, she’s said.
His lips tug into a smile at her sleepy, lazy stretch into his hand.
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another continuation of the discord prompt of touch-starved gale and touch-averse astarion---but some progress is made. and yes, it's still in my head
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- Part 3 of two slow dancers
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15 Mar 2024