Hey, if it prompts anything, how about no. 24. just really needed a hug sort of hug, for the soft prompts ask? No worries if not, and thank you either way.❤️
hellooo, thank you and here you go! I hope you like it 🩷
send me a soft prompt
[read on ao3]
Buck is on the firehouse couch when Eddie finds him, stretched out on it but not asleep. Eddie can tell from afar, sees that his body is rigid in a way it isn’t when he’s sleeping, even before Buck opens his eyes and squints at him.
“Hey,” he says quietly, and Eddie echoes the greeting in a low voice.
Buck sits up and makes room for Eddie on the couch, most of which he doesn’t need. He sits down so close to Buck their entire sides are pressed against each other, then turns a little so he can tuck his face into the spot between Buck’s shoulder and neck.
“You okay?” Buck asks, and his arms come up around Eddie, holding him tightly.
Eddie wraps his own arms around Buck’s middle, fisting the stretchy material of his uniform shirt. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Yeah, me either,” Buck murmurs. “That was a tough call.”
Eddie nods against his neck. It’s always tough when they get there in time and still can’t save someone, and tonight wasn’t an exception. It wasn’t anyone’s fault – just bad luck. But somehow, those can be the hardest to deal with. Someone’s life ended way too early tonight, and the only explanation is that they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. The unfairness of it all always makes Eddie think of Shannon.
And then Buck wasn’t in the bunk room with the rest of them. His steady breathing usually manages to lull Eddie to sleep, and the absence of it meant that Eddie was lying awake staring at the ceiling and thinking about his dead wife while aching to be by his very new, still secret boyfriend’s side. So he got up and went to look for him instead.
Buck strokes a gentle hand up Eddie’s back and presses a kiss to the side of his face, and Eddie wishes they were at home already, wishes he could just climb into bed with Buck, to hold and be held.
Eventually, Buck starts pulling away, but Eddie makes an unwilling sound and tightens his grip.
Buck laughs quietly and kisses his head again. “What if someone comes up? I thought we were keeping this quiet.”
“They’re all in the bunk room,” Eddie says, his lips brushing Buck’s neck. This close, he can see the goosebumps they leave behind, and it makes something in his stomach pull.
“So were you,” Buck insists, “until you decided to come up here.”
“To look for you,” Eddie says, and kisses his neck this time.
Buck hums, somehow sounding both pleased and concerned. “But you’re okay?”
“Yeah. Just really needed a hug.”
Buck squeezes him a little tighter. “I can do that.”
“Are you okay?” Eddie asks.
“Yeah.” Buck squeezes again. “This is helping. It’s just— it sucks, right? Doing everything right and it still not being enough?”
“Yeah, it’s the worst feeling. I’ll never get used to it.”
“I know,” Buck agrees. “Me either.”
They both pull back slightly, just enough to look at each other.
“Hey,” Buck says, his face earnest the way Eddie loves. “I love you, you know?”
“You may have mentioned it,” Eddie replies just to be a shit, and kisses Buck’s laugh right out of his mouth.
When they pull apart, Buck looks a little dazed, which Eddie can’t help but feel smug about. But he can’t stop staring at Buck’s mouth, red and kiss-bitten, so he probably shouldn’t tease.
Instead, he runs a gentle thumb over Buck’s lips, smiling when Buck brushes a kiss to it.
“I love you, too,” he says. Not because Buck really needs the confirmation, but because he wants to say it. He wants to say it all the time, wants to shout it from the rooftops like some fucking cliché. “Do you think we should start telling people about us soon?”
Buck leans in for one more kiss, quick and warm. “Y-Yeah. I really want that, actually. I want to hold your hand in front of our friends. And I know we’ll still have to reign it in at work, but right now, I just feel–”
He pauses, and Eddie nods. “Yeah, it was a little…hot, almost? In the beginning. The sneaking around. But I don’t love feeling like I constantly have to hold back, to pretend like I’m not head over heels in love with you. I’ve done that for way too long already.”
Buck smiles, and his hand sneaks under Eddie’s shirt at his back, warm and familiar.
“Exactly. I love you, and I want people to know it. Our family, especially.”
Eddie cups the back of his head and brushes their noses together. “So let’s tell them. We can do it during the next 48 off, if you want.”
“I’m ready,” Buck says, closing the small distance between them once again.
It’s only Buck yawning right into Eddie’s mouth that has them pulling apart, laughing. Eddie brushes his thumb over Buck’s birthmark and presses a kiss to his cheek.
“Wanna go back to the bunk room and hope the rest of the night is quiet so we can catch some sleep?”
Buck’s barely opened his mouth to agree before the alarm rings out, and he groans around a laugh.
“I can’t believe you still don’t believe in jinxes.”
“That’s because they’re not real,” Eddie says, pulling Buck up off the couch with him and then stepping close to press one more quick kiss to his mouth. “Maybe we’ll get to sleep after this one, then.”
He grins and turns around to hurry downstairs, laughing at Buck’s indignant voice when he calls, “Eddie! Stop jinxing us!”
But he’s laughing too, following Eddie down the stairs and into the firetruck. Everyone else is yawning and wiping sleep from their eyes, and no one looks twice at how close Buck and Eddie sit, ankles and knees and thighs and shoulders knocking, and Eddie knows that everything is gonna be okay.
Even if they don’t get to sleep at all for the rest of this shift – he’s got a comfortable bed waiting for him at home and a boyfriend to crawl between the sheets with. They’ll catch up on sleep later, close enough for Eddie to not only hear, but feel Buck’s breathing that’ll lull him to sleep. He can’t wait.
Hey, no. 23 and Buddie for the Spotify Wrapped ship ask, please. Thank you.❤️
This was sooo hard because no. 23 is about an abusive relationship and that's not at all what I could ever see buddie be XD
Still, I found one. I will share both the German original and the English translation:
weißt du, wenn man Liebe gibt
Verlangt man's nicht zurück
And in English:
you know, when you give [someone your] love
You don't ask for it back
In the song (NUR MIR in the version by Lotte from "Sing meinen Song") this is something that the partner does not do, but I think buddie are pretty good at their love not being transactional ❤
Hey, no. 23 and Chenford for the Spotify Wrapped ship ask, please. Thank you.❤️
23: Stars -- Andrew McMahon
Alright, I won't take the copout and use the same lyrics as I did for the gifset this song inspired (for the record, they were the stars that fell for you, they fell for you and I'm fallin' too and you can find the gifset here)
Instead, we'll go with this:
we have skirted lines and endings, we have flirted with disaster, you were there in the beginning, I'll be there for what comes after
send me a number (1–100) and a ship and I’ll give you the lyrics from that song that remind me of them
Hey! For the next five sentences fic, how about “I don’t know what you want me to say to that.”? For any pairing you like, and only if it sparks anything. No worries if not. Thanks.😊
Thanks for the prompt!!! I love this. Even though this got out of hand. This is definitely more than 5 sentences. Hope you like it??
Under The Heat of The Sun
[also on AO3]
"I don't know what you want me to say to that."
Stiles squints his eyes, tries to possibly see whatever it is that Derek is seeing in the waves; they rise and fall, a mesmerizing motion that has Stiles thinking of the tattoo at Derek's back, about how nothing is ever permanent, how easy it is to fall and rise from an Omega, Beta or Alpha.
"I mean, are you sure you didn't drink Lydia's homemade werewolf friendly beer—?"
Derek turns towards him then, and Stiles' breath catches in his throat as the dipping Sun brightens the Alpha's eyes; the riot of colors shine their usual grey-blue-green with an unusual hint of golden in them and something else that Stiles craves for.
He isn't so sure if he'll ever get it. But this evening is a revelation, and he's sure that one way or another he'll have his answer today.
"I did. But that's not what made me say it," Derek looks sincere in a way he rarely does these days, and Stiles would be ready to head into battle without armor for anything Derek believes. But this is too ridiculous, too out of the realm of possibility; Stiles discreetly counts his fingers.
"You can't be joking, Der," Stiles' voice breaks, but he doesn't mind it. Because if he doesn't get this cleared right now and believes for even a second that what Derek said is true, and then it turns out that it isn't—it wouldn't be his voice that breaks.
It would be him.
"I am not. Stiles, I'm not, not for this." Derek takes a deep breath, and Stiles' heart freezes in his chest. "I've known you since you were sixteen. I've known you for eight years. I've seen you at your stupidest, at your worst."
Stiles closes his eyes, and he can hear Allison crying out, can feel the chill that ran through his body the moment the Nogitsune had her killed—they might have separated, but the separation wasn't complete until it was captured.
Derek leans closer into him, and Stiles takes in the warmth he's only ever felt with Derek that spells safety and protection chase the cold away.
"And I've seen you at your best. I've seen all of you, like you have me, and I'm sorry it took me so long to—"
Stiles cracks open one of his eyes, says in shaking whisper, "Love me?"
Derek shakes his head, and Stiles breathes in deep, hating but accepting of the fact that Derek might not ever love him the way he does Derek.
"To tell you that I love you," Derek tells him, and Stiles looks at Alpha like he's seeing him for the first time. "Stiles. You asked me what I want you to say to this. I want you to say that you love me still, even as a friend is okay—I-I can't lose you. Not you,"
"You idiot," Stiles whispers; this is a moment just for them, a moment carved out in time with years of patience and prayers and hope, and it doesn't matter that most of the Pack is nearby, enjoying themselves, and possibly eavesdropping on their conversation like the privacy abusers they are, because to Stiles, he and Derek are the only two people here. "I can't love you as a friend."
Derek moves to pull away, but Stiles doesn't let him.
"I'm sorry,"
"I can't love you as a friend, Derek, because I love you more than that. I have loved you as more than just a friend for years. You're my Alpha," and Derek is. Scott might be the True Alpha, but he was never Stiles' Alpha. "But more than that? I love you. Like you said; I've seen you and honestly I'm surprised that more people don't love you as I do."
Derek's eyes look teary, and Stiles only has a moment to marvel at the way they remind him of the ocean, bright and perfect and so beautiful, before Derek says, "I don't want them to love me. I just want you,"
"You have me. You have me, Derek."
And then they kiss; it's sloppy, with no finesse and faces covered in sand because both of them had their hands rested on the beach, and more than once they have to stop because the sand gets in their mouths, but it doesn't matter because they're both finally here, together and happy and crying and kissing and—
It's the most perfect Summer Trip Stiles could have asked for.
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line, then tag 10 of your favorite authors!
I stole this from @novemberhush! Hope that’s okay! ^^;;
Coward, Storm, March (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 100 words) - “I’ve never known you to be a coward,” Scott told Stiles.
I Will See Him Again (Scira (Teen Wolf) - 1683 words) - It was a cloudy day, and what was left of the McCall pack along with friends and family stood in Beacon Hills cemetery, paying their final respects to their former alpha and pack elder, True Alpha Scott McCall.
Moonbows (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 1529 words) - Full moon nights were when Derek missed his family the most.
Pizza as Inspiration (Sterek, Scira, Berica (Teen Wolf) - 7417 words) - Derek Hale was about to become a hermit.
Sunflowers and Daisies (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 1569 words) - Spring was a very pretty time of year, Stiles thought.
Cup, Beautiful, Stone (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 100 words) - Derek had always been warned to stay away from fae creatures.
Third, Cloudy, Bucket (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 100 words) - Stiles couldn’t believe he was actually there at Citi Field in New York City about to watch his beloved Mets play, thanks to Derek.
Cat, Hilarious, Irate (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 100 words) - Derek was not amused by his current situation.
Stew, Thing, Slow (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 100 words) - “What is this thing?” Derek asked, picking up some weird vegetable that Stiles was planning to chop up.
Hope, Page, Dirty (Creativity) (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 100 words) - “Hey, Stiles!” Erica called out. “Something new from your favorite author!”
Vase, Rob, Wretched (Creativity) (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 100 words) - Derek had always had excellent control.
Art, Flow, Tree (Creativity) (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 100 words) - Stiles’ dream the night before had been so incredibly vivid, more so than any other dream he’d ever had before.
Festive, Arrive, Ambitious (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 100 words) - Stiles had ambitious plans for the first Thanksgiving that he’d be hosting with Derek.
Not Just Friends (Buddie, Tarlos (9-1-1/9-1-1 Lone Star crossover) - 1482 words) - Buck was so confused.
Include, Control, Magic (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 100 words) - “My magic is out of control,” Stiles told Deaton after vet hours.
Suggest, Label, Jeans (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 100 words) - “How do you even walk in those jeans?” Stiles muttered as he watched Derek moving around the kitchen as he cooked dinner.
Compete, Panic, Over (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 100 words) - Stiles painstakingly piped out the dough into perfect cream puff swirls.
Minor, Super, Confident (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 100 words) - Derek strode down the corridors of Beacon Hills High, a confident smirk on his face.
Peaceful, Fairy, Dark (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 100 words) - “You know,” Stiles said, still managing to concentrate on his video game, “it’d be pretty awesome if we could just grab a heart or a fairy and heal quickly after battles.”
Magnificent, Exciting, Fact (Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 100 words) - “I just saw the most magnificent man I have ever seen and that‘s a fact!” Stiles gushed as he sat back behind the librarian’s desk.
Mostly drabbles, and still Sterek 90% of the time, but hey, I’m branching out! XD And I tag anyone who hasn’t done this and would like to! =3
Rules: answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to get to know better/catch up with.
I was tagged by @novemberhush, thanks love! <3
Three ships - Buddie (Buck/Eddie from 9-1-1), Bering & Wells (Myka/HG from Warehouse 13), AgentCorp (Alex/Lena from Supergirl)
Last song - Better Place by Rachel Platten
Last movie - Luca - it was so good!
Currently watching - Superstore, Lucifer, The Orville. And always re-watching 9-1-1, hehe.
Currently reading - Mostly just a few fanfics. I have yet to start a new book because i can’t decide which one to start lmao.
Currently craving - I want popcorn so bad.
I tag: @buckbuckley @dearestdiaz @goingknowherewastaken @emilyymichelle @fleurdebeton @mistmarauder @outrunningthedark @floralbuckleys @firemedicdiaz and literally anyone who wants to do it! Please tag me if I “tagged” you so I can see too! <3
