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Ele estreitou os olhos, desconfiado.

E aí, de repente, ele parou de andar.

— O que foi? — você perguntou.

Ni-ki deu um passo mais perto.

Outro.

E mais um.

Quando você percebeu, ele já tava bem na sua frente, com aquele olhar que você conhecia muito bem.

— Ni-ki… — você já começou, meio nervosa.

— Só um beijinho, eu imploro — ele murmurou, inclinando o rosto.

Você arregalou os olhos na hora, olhando rapidamente ao redor.

— Amor! Aqui não!

Ele parou no meio do movimento, claramente surpreso, mas não recuou totalmente.

— Por quê? — perguntou, com um tom quase ofendido, mas ainda suave.

— Porque… — você baixou a voz — tem gente!

Ele olhou ao redor também, mas deu de ombros logo em seguida.

— E daí?

— Ni-ki! — você sussurrou, dando um empurrãozinho leve no peito dele — Para!

Ele soltou uma risadinha nasal, claramente se divertindo com a sua reação.

— Você fica muito fofa com vergonha — disse, inclinando a cabeça, os olhos brilhando.

— Eu não tô com vergonha!

— Tá sim.

— Não tô!

— É claro que você tá.

Você cruzou os braços, tentando manter a pose, mas ele só aproximou mais um pouquinho, diminuindo o espaço entre vocês.

— Então prova — ele provocou, baixinho.

Seu coração deu aquele pulo estranho.

Você sabia exatamente o que ele queria.

— Nem pensar — você murmurou, desviando o olhar de novo.

Ele suspirou dramático, encostando a testa na sua por um segundo.

— Eu só queria um beijo da minha namorada tão linda...

E dessa vez, o tom dele… não era provocação. Era manha.

Você mordeu o lábio, olhando pra ele.

E, droga… ele tava com aquela carinha.

— Você faz isso de propósito — você sussurrou.

— Faço.

Silêncio.

Você olhou ao redor mais uma vez.

Tinha gente, sim… mas ninguém realmente prestando atenção.

Quando voltou o olhar pra ele, Ni-ki já tava te olhando de um jeito mais calmo… esperando.

E isso quebrou você.

— Tá… — você disse, quase num suspiro — mas rápido.

O sorriso dele foi instantâneo.

— Rápido — ele repetiu, mas já dava pra ver que ele não tinha nenhuma intenção de cumprir isso.

Você nem teve tempo de reclamar.

Porque, no segundo seguinte, ele segurou seu rosto com cuidado — mas firme — e te puxou pra um beijo.

Não foi um pouco rápido.

Foi aquele tipo de beijo que começa suave… mas ganha intensidade aos poucos.

Como se ele estivesse finalmente tendo o que queria desde o começo.

Você até tentou manter o controle no início, lembrando que estavam em público…

Mas ele aprofundou o beijo de um jeito que fez sua cabeça simplesmente esquecer disso.

Sua mão subiu até a nuca dele sem nem perceber.

A dele deslizou até sua cintura, te puxando mais pra perto.

E quando você percebeu…

Já tava completamente entregue.

O beijo só foi se afastando devagar, quase contra a vontade.

Quando vocês finalmente se separaram, sua respiração tava levemente acelerada… e o seu rosto provavelmente mais vermelho do que nunca.

— Ni-ki… — você tentou reclamar, sem muita força.

Ele só sorriu.

Aquele sorriso convencido, satisfeito… mas cheio de carinho.

— Foi rapidinho, viu? — ele disse, como se não tivesse acabado de te beijar daquele jeito.

Você soltou uma risadinha sem querer, escondendo o rosto no ombro dele.

— Idiota…

i love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard - rarakiplin (gmontys) | 9k words

Buck’s eyes fall shut, something pained and vulnerable sliding into the bend of his eyebrows. “I’m…I’m with Taylor now,” he says, barely a whisper.

And Eddie’s been doing a pretty good job at being brave about all of this, at not flinching away from Buck’s rejection, but that hits and burrows.

“Okay.”

-

or, in which eddie's will reveal is a love confession, and buck takes a second to catch up

let the words fall out - fallingthorns | 10k words

“Buck, listen to me,” Eddie says, grabbing Buck’s wrist and lifting it off of his thigh. “I think that I’m . . . Bad at being a dispatcher?” He phrases it like a question, because – well, because he knows it, but he’s not sure if anyone else has clocked that fact yet.

And Buck, much to Eddie’s confusion, blinks at him for approximately four seconds before breaking out into fits of loud, deep laughter. “I’ve been keeping a list,” Buck says. “Let’s start from the beginning.” -- Or, the one where Eddie absolutely cannot handle working a desk job.

maybe love won’t let you down- sibylsleaves | 15k words

Buck tells Eddie he’s in love with him. Eddie pines.

or, five times eddie watches buck leave, and the one time he goes after him

gravity holds me down - spaceprincessem | 14k words

“Eddie.”

Eddie jerks out of the moment, pain registering around his bicep where Hen is squeezing him too hard. There’s an edge to her voice, jaw clenched, and eyes narrowed as she looks across from where they are standing. Eddie follows her gaze and his entire body freezes.

“Whatever you do,” Hen’s voice is low, dark, “do not let him take Buck.”

Jonah can’t see them from where he’s standing, his back mostly turned as he flashes a light in one of the patient's eyes. Eddie shifts without thinking, blocking Buck and Christopher from view. Fuck the fire, Eddie thinks as he plants himself where he’s standing.

stranger sunlight, still - mmtion | 64k words

When the 118 find out about Buck’s secret thirst account on Instagram – to raise fire safety awareness, obviously – they make fun of him the appropriate amount and move on. Eddie, who has had some recent and birthmark-shaped revelations about his feelings, finds it a little harder to do the same.

Of course, Eddie would never invade Buck’s privacy by searching for and finding the anonymous account. Or looking at all the uploaded photos late at night. Or even directly messaging Buck’s secret account. That would be weird, because he’s certainly not planning on doing anything about his newfound attraction.

However, anonymous account @elbombero118 has no such limitations.

even when the night changes - fallingthorns | 54k words

Eddie’s a steady man who likes predictability. He buys the same beer all the time, the same shirts just in different colors, the same type of mulch for the garden every year.

But the thing is, Chris is starting high school in two weeks, and Bobby has been floating the idea of retirement around more and more. Chim and Maddie are expecting a second baby, and Pepa and Abuela have been talking of looking for a new home for Abuela soon.

And then there’s the promotion and the transfer, and it’s all just a bit much for Eddie to handle.

But he spins the silicone ring on his finger, smiling down at it while the heat of Buck’s thigh presses carefully into his own. At least that’s something that isn’t changing. -- Or, even when everything changes, some things stay the same.

blue skies - spaceprincessem | 36k words

“Most babies are born as accidents,” She says suddenly, like she’s decided that Buck has passed, that she can trust him with this.

Buck doesn’t really have an answer because that question hits way to fucking close to home. A year or so ago he would have said, yes, I was an accident, so I know how that goes, but Buck knows better now. Knows that he would almost give anything for that answer to still be yes. Evie’s finger works under the seal to rip it open, a stack of important looking papers dumping out onto the table in front of her.

“Not me,” she says without looking up as she organizes them into a neat stack, “I was engineered.”

And.

And Buck’s pretty fucking sure a giant, cataclysmic hole has ripped right open, dragging him down to the earth’s core where he vaporizes into dust.

{or Buck meets another savior baby and everything comes crashing down}

Tick Tick Boom - chasethewindtouchthesky | 30k words

“Did you know if you put a frog in water and slowly bring it to boiling, it won’t hop out?” Chris is chattering as Buck makes a quick dinner while Eddie argues with his gas company on the phone. He can hear the occasional swear word in Spanish as his voice raises. Eddie doesn’t like to raise his voice around Christopher – the very thought makes Buck want to kiss him full on the mouth – so he decided to take it to the living room while Chris sits with his homework in the kitchen and Buck cooks.

“Hmm?” Buck asks, unable to fully pull himself out of Bobby’s baked mac and cheese recipe. It took him years, but he finally convinced the man to write it down. Bobby’s handwriting was juvenile at best on a good day, but this was nearly unreadable. Buck wonders if he did that on purpose. “Frogs?”

“Yeah!” Chris states. “My teacher said that if you put a frog in a pot, you have to make sure it’s not immediately boiling. You put them in water and then slowly raise the temperature and they won’t realize what’s happening. Then once they realize, they have no place to go. They can’t jump out.”

*

S6 Spec: Buck decides he doesn’t need therapy, reverts to some bad habits, and explodes. Or, the Breakdown Fic.

i owe you a black eye and 2 kisses - colonscopys | 29k words

 Four weeks later, Buck completes his first mission.

The Shadows of Every Spark - devirnis | 22k words

Chimney clears his throat lightly. “Uh, Cap? We have a customer who wants to order the daily special.”

The daily special that doesn’t exist. Because no one comes into this place to eat because this restaurant isn’t real.

Or, the 118 run a front restaurant for money laundering, and accidentally adopt the Buckley siblings

if i said you could never touch me - marviless | 15k words

Eddie pulls back from him with a half-confused, half-concerned furrow in between his eyebrows. “Buck?”

Buck sags against the wall. “Sorry,” he says, wiping the back of his forearm against his forehead in a mixture of frustration and newfound exhaustion. “Sorry.”

A thumb swipes across his cheekbone, searching eyes boring into his. “Buck. What’s wrong?”

Buck closes his eyes, then blinks them open. “Nothing,” he says, because he doesn’t know how to tell the truth. He doesn’t know what the truth even is. “Everything’s, uh—everything’s fine. I just—” he chews on his lip. “I was just thinking that, uh, maybe we shouldn’t go any further tonight? You know, not with Christopher in the house.”

in which buck is avoiding having sex with eddie.

Came Out Of Nowhere, Didn’t Give No Warning - leslie_knope | 42k words

Eddie didn’t text back in the 20 seconds Buck spent staring at his phone, which was no surprise. There wasn’t any response while he drove to the station, either, but that made perfect sense. Eddie was working today, and he was probably rushing to get there just like Buck was.

Buck wasn’t in the mood to stare at his phone all day, jumping out of his skin at every notification, so he removed the temptation and, in a spurt of newfound maturity, left his phone in his locker for the duration of his shift.

But there was no text when he checked around lunchtime, or when they got a lull after dinner. Or in the morning when his shift was over.

All of that he could easily rationalize away, but after four tortuous days, Buck accepted the fact that he’d been ghosted.

Live and (Don’t) Let Die - xylodemon | 29k words

The guy gets straight to the point, asking, "What do you need?" in a dull, bored voice.

"My best friend is going to die. I want that to… not happen."

"No small feat, bringing back the dead. And it comes at a cost."

It's Eddie. Buck says, "Yes," without a second thought.

(Or: what happens when you're down so bad that you have your "best friend" brought back from the dead)

there’s another day to come - atlasblue85 | 57k words

Inevitable comes around four in the morning. He’d been tossing and turning since they’d gotten back from their last call a couple hours ago, and had finally decided to give up and look for a snack in the kitchen. He thought he left the bunk room quietly enough that no one would notice, but when he pulls his head out of the fridge with a jar of peanut butter, Eddie is standing across the island from him, that grim look still fixed on his face.

“Hey,” Buck says.

“Hey,” Eddie says back. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

Buck’s cornered and he knows it. He shrugs, twisting the jar in his hands. “It’s been a busy shift.”

The Doctor Is In by Spoon888

Ratchet is captured by the Decepticon and becomes their temporary medic

Crack. I think genuinely the funniest (with a few serious undertones) transformers fic I’ve ever read.

Implied megastar and ratchlock/dratchet

Pure Decepticon dumbassery

Any fic from Spoon888 is usually a very good read and laugh.

"I cannot believe I have to say this," Ratchet told all the Constructicons furiously, including Hook, as he threw towels at Bonecrusher's dripping face. "You have to shower every day on this planet. Every. Day."

"We do," Scrapper protested angrily. "We're surrounded by water, it rains all the time, and there are plenty lakes up-"

"No, not in the ocean!" Ratchet shrieked, gasket pressure reaching crisis point. He threw his hands up to clutch at his helm just to keep it from exploding. "Do you want to rust?! It's full of salt!"

They stared at him blankly.

"Sodium!" he roared.

"Really?!" Mixmaster, the chemist, blinked cluelessly.

Not a Prime Situation by CarlottaPrime

Optimus keeps his memory after defeating Unicron, but loses the power of the matrix, causing unintended consequences.

I think this fic altered my brain chemistry. When I first finished it, I had to set my phone down, take a deep breath, and go “holy shit”

Soooooooo good. Cannot recommend enough

Optional opratch, although in the amazing sequel it is the main focus.

Just a warning, but this fic is mainly centered around Optimus suffering from eons of bottled up PTSD from the war. It gets a little heavy sometimes, so be warned.

Maybe it was the residual acrid burning in his tank and throat pipe. Maybe it was his chassis’ utter tiredness at being so tense for so long. Or maybe it was the mere fact that Ratchet wasn’t demanding an explanation when he really should have been, seemingly for Optimus’ own sake.

For whatever reason, something in him finally broke.

His shoulders slumped and his helm bowed, the full weight of his exhaustion dropping onto his chassis like an anvil. He looked at his old friend, optics dull in the darkness.

“Ratchet, I…I am not fine.”

Second Chances by ros3bud009

After restoring the Matrix, Orion is Optimus Prime once more, although not the one the Autobots were expecting.

Opratch centered (Orion and Optimus)

The story. The drama. The flashbacks. The pining. Absolutely spectacular.

Fowler took a couple steps forward as well. “Now hold on a second here, Prime – do you have your memories back or not?”

“I carry the knowledge of the past Primes now, so I am Optimus Prime,” he started, his servo clenched above where his spark and matrix were housed, “but I – I am aware that I was your leader, but I have not gained any memories of that time. I know little of what has happened since—” Again the mech paused, optic ridge furrowed as if searching his own processor. Nothing concrete seemed to come to him as his expression hardly shifted. “—Well, certainly before this war. And most of what little I have learned was from Megatron, so there is no way for me to know what was deception.”

There was a muttered “Scrap” from Arcee and Bumblebee visibly drooped with a whir.

Most Prized Court Jester by Noodleblade

Starscream never cared to learn anything about humans. This backfires.

Crack treated seriously. But boy is it hilarious

Soundstar (not super serious. Can prob be interpreted as whatever)

“That’s Clown Starscream to you.”

Skywarp’s optics widened and he beamed, obviously overjoyed by the new title and what it would mean for the rest of the trine. Thundercracker could only stare at his trine mates in horror. Starscream wasn’t really one for jokes , at least not at his own expense, but then again, the waves of pride and satisfaction didn’t imply a joke at all. Both of Starscream and Skywarp were grinning at each other, beyond enthused, like they didn’t know what a clown was-

Primus, they didn’t know what a clown was .

parting storm clouds by cassette (Crescent_Blues)

Optimus prime Orion Pax, former leader of the autobots and now archivist of the Lost Light, is tired of giving a shit.

Favorite concept in a fic so far. Cannot stop re-reading it for the life of me.

Megop (past and rekindled)

Not necessarily crack but a lot of silliness going on.

"Shut up," is the first thing he says when he sees Ironhide's delighted faceplates.

"Is tha' Orion Pax?" He asks far too loudly, sounding far too pleased, and he is very much already regretting this decision because now him and Ironhide are the same height.

Which is better than him being shorter again.

But not by much.

"Frag yourself," he barks in full view of the dozens of mecha watching them, and he sees over half the former Autobots and Decepticons in them choke at the same time Ironhide throws back his helm and cackles.

The descriptions I wrote up are not their official ones! I simply tried getting the main theme across in a short funny sentence or two.