fuck it friday
i have been tagged by……… so many people in WIP games but i have been going through the horrors with work and have not made any significant progress on things 😭 i did realize i have eddie’s secret tattoo fic almost complete (except the ending ofc) that i had just totally forgotten about, so have a little snippet of buck losing his mind to maddie:
He’s feeling crazy. Buck is feeling crazy because his—boyfriend? partner? they haven’t exactly defined the relationship yet, and maybe that’s another red flag Buck’s been ignoring—Eddie is avoiding sex. Once is whatever. Twice is suspicious. More than three and Buck’s on the verge of a nuclear meltdown, banging on his sister’s front door before nine on a Saturday. “I told you to go potty before you lef—oh!” Maddie freezes mid-sentence, swinging the door open wildly. “Buck.” She blinks at him. “What are you doing here?” Maddie leaves him in the entryway, walking through the living room. “Did we have plans?” He ducks around the corner, surveying the house. “Uh, is Chim here?” “No, he took the kids to the park,” she calls over her shoulder. “Why, what’s up?” Buck trudges after her into the kitchen, feet dragging. “Eddie doesn’t want to have sex with me,” he says miserably. This whole thing is miserable. “Whoa, and good morning to you.” Maddie beelines for the fridge and pulls out a bottle of orange juice. And also, notably, some champagne. “It is way too early to be doing this without alcohol. Mimosa?” “Nah, I-I’m good.” “More for me then.” She shrugs cheerfully and starts pouring herself a glass. Once she’s got the ratio of juice to bubbles right, she motions to Buck. “As you were saying?” “I… I think Eddie doesn’t want to be with me.” “Hmm,” Maddie hums. Buck narrows his eyes, frowning. “What ‘hmm’?” “Nothing! It’s just—” She tilts her head, considering, and points at him, punctuating each word with a wave of her finger. “First you said he didn’t want to have sex, and then you changed it to he doesn’t want to be with you.” “W-well, yeah.” He shrugs. “They’re the same thing, right?” “Are they?” “Yes, Maddie. At least, that’s what it feels like.” Maddie arches a brow, taking a sip from her glass. “And have you talked to him about it?” “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, Eddie, is there a reason you flee the room every time I try to take off your pants?’” Her eyes go wide. “He flees?”
because it’s been so long, i’m retagging all of the wonderful people who i owe: @soupfic @hawkslonggoodbye @eddiesgayladder @coldbam @bucksgreyhairs @zinnydark and anyone else writing now, i wanna read it!!!
