#writing this as the purchaser of disgusting snacks for every d&d weekend with the pals 👍

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road trip

@bucktommyfluffebruary, day 21. rated G.

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They set off early, leaving the hustle and bustle of the city behind them as Tommy takes them north, away from the world for a few days.

"I still can't believe you have a cabin," Buck says as he looks again at the pictures Tommy had sent him. "That's so cool."

Tommy grins.

"It's just a cabin," he says, throwing a fondly amused glance at him before turning back to the road. "And an old one at that."

"It's on a lake, though," Buck enthuses, scrolling to his favourite picture, one of the sun setting across the mirror like surface of said lake. "That's like a romcom moment waiting to happen."

Tommy laughs and Buck's gaze is drawn as always to the way his eyes scrunch when he really laughs, beautiful and completely unself-conscious.

"Or a horror movie," he says, sliding a hand across the seat and onto Buck's thigh. "Old cabin in the woods by a lake, no one around for miles…"

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It's Buck's turn to laugh then, placing his own hand atop Tommy's.

"It's alright, I've got a big burly boyfriend to protect me from crazed knife-wielders."

That leads to a discussion about which horror movies Buck has actually seen - an appallingly low number if Tommy's dazed expression is anything to go by - taking them all the way to their first planned rest stop.

Buck goes to buy snacks while Tommy uses the bathroom, scouring the aisles for anything that sounds disgusting; buying terrible snacks had become a movie night tradition of theirs and Buck feels it should become a road trip tradition too.

Tommy eyes him suspiciously as he climbs back into the car with a bagful of questionably flavoured snacks, a giddy grin on his face.

"Look at these!" he says, pulling out a pack of cookies and waving them at him.

Tommy frowns.

"What on earth are they?"

"Habanero cookies." Buck grins. "Don't they sound disgusting?"

"Sure do," Tommy grimaces, pulling another packet from the bag. "Fruit punch Oreos?"

"Yep!"

"I think you might have outdone yourself this time, babe."

"Wait until you see the Pringles I bought," Buck says, waving the tube at him excitedly as Tommy puts the Oreos back and starts up the engine again. "Pecan pie. Freaking pecan pie flavour chips."

Tommy gives him a long look, eyebrows knit in a frown as he stares.

"Yeah, you couldn't pay me to eat those."

"What about cappuccino flavour?" Buck asks him, laughing at the expression of absolute bewilderment on Tommy's face.

"Maybe we should start shopping at gas stations for all our movie night snacks."

It's silly but things like this are why Buck just loves Tommy so damn much; life is too short to be serious all the time and more than just indulging Buck and his silly whims, Tommy gets involved too.

Buck grimaces as he bites into a habanero cookies.

"You might change your mind once you've tasted them," he says as Tommy pulls back onto the road, laughing.