PineWitch
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- Teen Wolf (TV) (3)
- 9-1-1 (TV) (3)
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It was going to be a blue moon night, and Deaton needed some polite teenagers and a favor.
Trying to help, Stiles and Derek end up stuck together for what feels like an eternity.
But things go wildly off-script, and the result of the bickering is a chaotic kiss that neither of them knows how to handle.
In other words, Stiles and Derek still have to deal with this. -
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Buck would be returning to work today, after spending almost a month in Pennsylvania. Eddie knew this was making him a little unsettled. It was odd not seeing Buck for so long. He already seemed too settled into his routine with Christopher, and Eddie was ready to have that back.
He had barely set down the coffee pot when he heard a commotion downstairs. Eddie approached the glass railing to see Buck walking among the engines – his shoulders wet from a light summer drizzle, smile on his face while he greeted other co-workers. His hair was longer than the last time they saw each other.
And he had curls.
Eddie almost dropped the coffee.If you want to read Eddie pining hopelessly over Buck, that's the fic.
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“I never asked for that,” he said suddenly, making Eddie move and turn his face toward him.
Buck gathered the courage to turn too. Eddie’s eyes were even darker in the dim light of the room. An invisible question in his expression.
“I didn’t ask you to choose between me and Chris,” Buck explained. -
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– Eu nunca pedi aquilo. – Ele falou de repente, fazendo Eddie se mover e girar o rosto para ele.
Buck tomou coragem para se virar também. Os olhos de Eddie estavam ainda mais escuros na meia-luz da sala. Havia uma pergunta invisível na expressão dele.
– Eu não pedi para você escolher entre mim e Chris. – Buck explicou.Buck e Eddie conversam sobre a mudança para El Paso. Isso obriga Eddie a encarar seus sentimentos, e Buck a confessar os dele.
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Stiles and Derek have been feeling atraction for each other for some time (basically since the beginning), but instead of talking about it, they argue. A lot.
But then Stiles goes through a hard time, and Derek helps him. Everything just becomes softer after that.
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I originally had made this fanfiction in portuguese, so please forgive if something is not well translated into english.
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And here they are, tangled up in Eddie’s bed between the sheets and Buck’s skin and the delicious softness of the way his boxers bunch up between his legs, the faint smattering of freckles on his thigh and the blonde hair there, lighter and softer the further up it goes, disappearing beneath the faint blue and white stripes on the fabric.
Buck looks up at him, bright and alive. And Eddie wants.
on wanting, taking, and Eddie's head in buck's lap
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“You were drunk. I know it didn’t mean anything. Everything’s alright.”
Buck visibly winces. “That’s not — Eddie.”
There’s a suspended moment where Buck looks torn, standing on the edge of something, eyes fixed on the horizon to avoid looking at the drop, the precipitous canyon below. But then Buck, who can’t lie, who would tear his own chest open to a complete stranger on the street because the truth of him spills so loudly out of every jagged edge, sighs out:
“It meant something.”
There’s a ringing sound somewhere in the distance, getting closer. “What are you…” Eddie trails off.
“I wasn’t — well, I was drunk. But that wasn’t what. Wasn’t why. Not entirely, or — god.” Buck shudders in a breath, steeling himself. “I have feelings for you.” He closes his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
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Buck confesses his feelings. Eddie’s straight. If he spends all his time thinking about Buck and looking at Buck and wanting to be around Buck, well, that’s just being a good friend, isn’t it? He’s being so normal about this, actually.
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“Maddie thinks you’re in love with me,” Eddie states, and Buck nods once. “Are you?” he repeats—slower now, not as if Buck is stupid—never, not once, has he ever made Buck feel stupid—but as if he’s… encouraging him to… slow down. To process.
“I-I love you,” is all Buck can stutter, along with as much of a shrug as he can manage in this position.
“And I love you,” Eddie confirms—still slow. “But that’s not what I asked you, either.”