Fuck It Friday

fuck it friday

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happy friday y'all, here's a snippet of the buck/tommy/eddie road trip fic. the previous snippet can be found here.

Buck turns around, his dimple accentuated as he grins and says, “I know a flight would’ve been easier, but I feel like you needed this – getting out of the house in the most extreme way.” Tommy snorts in amusement, Eddie sees him reach a hand over the center console to rest on Buck’s knee. “Babe, a flight would’ve been so much faster. And Eddie,” Tommy removes his hand from Buck, and Eddie’s stomach flutters as Tommy’s hand lands on his own knee, “no need to thank us. You and Chris are important to us.” The way to us sounds coming out of Tommy’s mouth sends another, stronger thrill through Eddie’s body. He doesn’t know why it’s been happening lately. Maybe it’s because he’s so starved for closeness, and Eddie’s been spending a lot more time with not just Buck and Tommy, but BuckandTommy – the two of them as a unit. Eddie’s seen them hold hands when they’re out, cuddling on Buck’s couch when hanging out at his loft; once he’d shown up early at Tommy’s for Muay Thai and let himself in through the garage and found them making out in the kitchen, their hands up each other’s shirts. Eddie’s pretty sure they hadn’t noticed how long his gaze had lingered. He’s been chalking it up to feeling extra lonely these past few weeks.

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Buddie + "I love you, but I've never been this angry with anyone than I am with you right now" or smth like that

"I love you, but I've never been this angry with anyone like I am with you right now," Eddie fumes as he checks over Buck's injuries.

They're fairly minor - a split lip and a cut above his left eyebrow that slopes into his birthmark, and there's a few scrapes on his forearm, but that doesn't stop the anger, the fear that's bubbling in Eddie's stomach right now.

"C'mon Eds, I'm fine," Buck mumbles as he tries to dodge Eddie's fussing hands. His head throbs at the sharp movement and he winces. " 'S just a scratch."

"It's seven scratches," Eddie counters as he finishes the catalogue of Buck's injuries. "And you've probably got a concussion."

Eddie pinches between his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose. It's not like this is a surprise; Buck's never been one to think through his actions to the logical conclusion, being more of the "act first, think later" type, but Eddie wishes that for once, the man would engage his brain before throwing himself headfirst into a burning building, chasing after a drunk driver on a tiny bicycle, or climbing a tree to fish out the frisbee Christopher had lost moments earlier.

Buck pushes himself up onto his elbows, surveying the broken twigs and leaves that litter the ground around him. The branch that had snapped beneath his weight lies about a foot to his left, and Eddie can see the porous insides, the wood rotten and crumbling. It's any wonder Buck tumbled out of the tree like a kitten learning to climb - that branch would have given way the second he put his weight on it.

"Probably should have checked the branches as I was coming down," Buck says with a strained chucked, his attempt at lightening the mood with humour falling flat when Eddie doesn't respond, his jaw ticking cause yeah, Buck really fucking should have been more careful.

Buck's face falls as he sees Eddie's tight expression.

"A-are you really that mad at me?"

Eddie softens. He's not mad, exactly. His fear and panic often manifests itself as anger, and when Buck had come barrelling out of that tree, crashing to the ground with enough force it could have registered on the Richter Scale, his heart had leapt to his throat.

"I'm not mad," he says gently, and the tension in Buck's shoulders disappears. He reaches out to touch Buck's face, thumb stroking over a thankfully unscathed cheekbone. "I just...you scared me, that's all."

Eddie can feel the weight of Buck's stare, can hear his heartbeat loud in his ears, and then Buck is smiling softly, the look on his face so gentle that it takes Eddie's breath away.

"You don't have to worry about me," he reassures Eddie, turning his face into his boyfriend's hand and kissing his palm.

Eddie can't help the disbelieving snort that leaves his mouth.

"Buck, you choked on bread so hard you nearly died, you've been crushed under a ladder truck, you had a pulmonary embolism and then got washed up by a tsunami, and you've been struck by lightening. You get into trouble more often than not."

Buck laughs, the sound warm and sweet, and Eddie wants to kiss him. He wants to kiss him better, to seal up his wounds with his lips, to kiss away the pain and promise to always be there with him when he hurts.

"Well, when you put it like that..."

Buck's eyes sparkle and his lips are so soft, and Eddie doesn't have it in him to stop himself anymore.

The kiss is light and barely there, but Buck's lips are so warm and pliant against his own, and his heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest. He can feel the stubble on Buck's chin against his skin, can smell the sharp scent of the lemon bodywash Buck loves to use, and when Buck sighs against him, Eddie feels it down to his toes. There's a slight wince as Eddie presses over the cut on Buck's lip and he pulls away, resting their foreheads together.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks again, licking his lips. He tastes the slightest tang of metal - blood, from Buck's lip - and it sets his teeth on edge.

"Baby, I'm fine. Promise."

Buck leans forward and presses another, far gentler kiss to Eddie's lips.

"Now, can you help me up, please? It's cold down here."

Eddie rolls his eyes but complies nonetheless. He takes Buck's wrist and hauls him to his feet, and is about to drag him inside when Buck sways against him, the blood draining from his face so fast Eddie's surprised he doesn't pass out immediately.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay?" he asks, grasping Buck under the arm as he swallows thickly, his knuckles turning white as he clings onto Eddie's forearm.

"You know what?" Buck says as he suppresses a gag, "M-maybe I should go get checked out."

"You think? C'mon, let's get you in the car."

Eddie at least has the common sense to grab an ice cream container before he ushers Buck out the front door, making fast tracks towards the ER.

"You won't find love until you're burnt by a firework"

- Lou Wilson, Adventuring Party

Part one

I am a sucker for soldiers returning from duty and surprising their families and everyone cries and hugs and it's so sweet 🥺🥺

So imagine that but for McDanno. Maybe Steve and Danny met when Steve was still on active duty but on leave for like a week or two. (Maybe they meet in Jersey?) And they start a relationship and Steve meets Grace too. (And anytime he has leave he stays with them).

Fast forward to the future and Danny is freaking out because Steve hasn't called and any second now he expects a call with the worst news of his life and how is he going to tell Grace - when someone at HPD (Meka? Duke?) says someone is looking for him and when he asks who they shrug and continue on their way (but secretly follow Danny to record the reaction) and when Danny gets downstairs and sees Steve in his Navy blues and he just stops in his tracks then marches forward and starts hitting Steve on his chest and you asshole I thought you were dead. Come here. And finally kisses Steve. And everyone cheers.

And then they go surprise Grace at school (this time with Danny recording) and she runs into Steve's arms and cries and they all go home.

(They play Danny's reaction at their wedding a few years later 🥰)

There was no reason for Buck to be at the Diaz house when Chris left unless he's family, but he was there because he is family. He's not just Eddie's best friend, he's a co-parent. He's a partner. He's someone that the Diaz boys rely on and who relies on them in return.

He's the person Eddie trusts so much that he can let himself break in front of him, and my god is Eddie breaking. He's coming apart at the seams.

He loves Chris so much and he loves Eddie so much and they're a family and their family is hurting and their family is broken but not beyond repair. Not if they work together to fix it.