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finally made a second account for non motm art!!! @chese-on-milk-in-a-bag
teaser tuesday
using my mid-week day off to actually write?? at least a little? thank you @hawkslonggoodbye for the ghost tag <3
something something the dashboard asked for eddie in a crop top, so here's the first 600 words
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For what it's worth, Buck's blaming May for this. Completely and whole-heartedly.
It's her fault for throwing her end-of-the-semester party at the country western bar that opened a few months ago that she's been dying to go to and it's her fault that she practically begged everyone to dress in theme. It's her fault that Buck outed himself (again) and his fruitless, long-term, definitely unrequited crush on Eddie at Bachelor-turned-Love Island night last week, and it's especially her fault that Buck's learning—for the first time—what his best friend looks like in...
Whatever.
…
Okay, so maybe none of that is actually her fault. Maybe it's mostly Buck's fault. Maybe he felt safe with May, talking about this bottle of feelings that's been shaken so many times he's surprised it hasn't exploded already. Maybe she loves him in spite of it. Maybe because of it.
And hey, maybe Eddie's just being a good friend, showing up to support May.
In his boots and—
Buck sighs, long and deep, determinedly looking back at the bar and the beers on tap. The round, oblong, and frankly far-too-phallic-for-Buck's-fragile-mental-state beer pulls stare back at him. He can feel Eddie approach from behind him, like he's got on a pair of jangly spurs that only Buck can hear, but it's more likely to be because Eddie'd have to pass the bar to get to the table where May is cheering Eddie! Eddieeeeeeeeeeeee! really, really loudly.
He's pretty sure the spurs aren't real, but the distinct clack of cowboy boots are, getting louder as Eddie gets closer, and Buck, for reasons he will not be disclosing, is pressing his fingertips into the bar top with hydrolic intensity. In fact, as Eddie slides up next to him, Buck's pretty sure he can hear the wood of the bar crack beneath his hands.
"Hey," Eddie says, knocking his hip into Buck's, "grab me something?"
Buck mumbles, "Sure thing," before Eddie knocks his hip again and moves away. By the time the spurs stop jingling, Buck takes a glance down at the bar top.
No holes or cracks in sight. How about that?
He looks across to the bottles on the shelf, knowing he doesn't actually want any of it, and goes back to the beers on tap. His eyes scan up and down and down again and around and mostly it's a distraction to get his breathing back on track because Eddie's… he'd…
He'd shown up in theme, all right.
Buck's seen Eddie in all kinds of situations and scenarios. Covered in his own blood? Check. Covered in someone else's blood? Check. Drunk, disorderly, and pink as a tomato? Absolutely. Chocolate sauce on his cheek, toothpaste on his shirt, sweat on his forehead, sleep-rumpled and exhausted in the middle of the night, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed first thing in the morning, he's seen it all.
Except when his eyes moved from the bar to the front door of Boot Scoot, in a way that he himself can neither describe nor explain, he'd never seen Eddie quite like this. On his head, a broad, white Stetson, fitting perfectly on his head and probably just as well in his hand. On his feet, a pair of red cowboy boots with intricate white stitching, pointed at the toe. His jeans were Wranglers, a mid-range wash with a belt buckle that could give someone a concussion, and Buck would bet all the money in his pockets that Eddie's ass looked plump like an apple.
But none of that, none, measured up to the…
Well.
How do we put this.
"Hey, Diaz!" Josh yells from the table, far enough away that he ends up announcing it to the whole side of the bar. "Save some skin for the rest of us, why don't you?"
Buck can hear Hen and Karen laugh loudly and Buck's fingers go back to doing something to the bar top he hopes doesn't cause permanent damage.
"Hi, a Corona with lime and whatever pilsner you have on tap, thanks."
I'm getting dark pink hair dye tomorrow!!!!!
Passing by to drop da thang
Its been a while,,, i think it looks cutesy :]
ooohhhh ohh hohhhohoho ohhh it anggyyyy oommggg ogghhghdeh I love the angy thing yes yeeesss GIMMIE MOOORRREE:3333
u remind me of an otter
STOP I LOVE OTTERS SO MUCH
Luna!! Hi
RIPPED THE BANDAID OFF. spent all yesterday really thinking about things and last night told 🌸 what was up and she was a little jealous but super understanding about the weird situation me and 🦇 are in because it is not a normal one and i just sent off a couple texts to set boundaries with him and i feel like this could be the end of us talking and it’s kind of unreal that we’ve only known each other for a week but it’s a week that will always be looked upon fondly
OH MY GODD