#after this snippet buck and eddie have a delicious fight and don’t speak to each other for weeks 🥰🤩🤗🤭

[bvckandeddie]

wip wednesday

tagged by @devirnis thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

this is from a wip affectionately titled ‘angst fic,’ a post s6 fic in a world where eddie and buck have known for years the potential of what their relationship could become, yet buck starts dating natalia anyway. eddie handles this, how do you say, uhhh, badly. 😁

Eddie’s about to slump onto the couch, crack open a beer, and start a trashy reality show when his front door opens. Frozen between his living room and dining room, Eddie stares at Buck as he steps inside.

He’s still wearing what he likely wore on his date with Natalia, and he looks unfairly good in a pair of snug black jeans and that checkered jacket he’s been favoring recently. His hair is styled effortlessly with the same pomade he recommended to Eddie after he cut his hair short—every time Eddie uses it, he feels a tiny thrill that he smells like Buck, that they smell like each other.

“Uh,” Eddie says when Buck doesn’t say anything immediately. “Hi?”

“Hey,” he replies, shutting the door behind him. “The boys already asleep?”

“If your jeep didn’t wake them up, then yeah,” Eddie says before he can stop himself, wincing internally at his accusatory tone. “They’re in the backyard.”

Buck nods, shoulders hunching as he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets. He lowers his eyes, not meeting Eddie’s gaze.

This is the moment when Eddie would offer him a beer and a spot on his couch. Instead of asking what Buck wants to watch the way he usually would, he asks, “What are you doing here?”

Buck barely has to twitch his shoulders into a shrug, considering how close they are to his ears already. “If I couldn’t help with the sleepover, I thought I could at least be here to listen to you vent. If you—if you want to.”

Eddie has the abrupt and sudden urge to bite through his own tongue. For reasons that he still can’t parse out, Buck is determined to act like nothing has changed between them, like he still wants to give Eddie his unwavering friendship when Eddie isn’t feeling quite as charitable. Like he can waltz into his house at 11pm on a Friday night and pretend that his lips aren’t kiss bitten from lips that aren’t Eddie’s.

i’m pretty sure every writer i know on here has already been tagged, but i’ll tag @buck2eddie @cowboy-buck @alyxmastershipper @wildlife4life @colonoscopys @oliverstaark if you want to ❤️