Hatchetfield OC week Day 4
Loser
Decided to do a group drawing of everyone at homecoming. Click for better quality
Taylor, Daniel, Kimberly, Sonny and Dante
For plot
Kimberly's reaction to Max's death was basically this
Also I head-cannon Taylor as Angelas theater student in BBQ monologues
@hatchetfieldocweek
Base by @mellon-soup
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wip wednesday
tagged by @wikiangela whose car sex fic has me SAT
i started the heart attack fic for bthb, but i'm gonna keep that to myself until it's finished and posted because i’m very insecure lmao, so have a little bit of eddie vs the hoa
“You sound jealous.”
Eddie balks, insulted at the mere suggestion that he’s jealous of somebody as contemptuous as Abbie Jean Gentry. “I am not!” He snorts. “I have never in my thirty-two years of life—count ‘em, thirty-two—I have been shot and stuck beneath the ground and lost my wife and been to war, but I have never, ever been jealous of anybody, and especially not motherfucking—”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Buck interrupts, elbowing him in the side and motioning with his head at the woman walking up to their stall. “Hi, Mrs. Gentry.”
Abbie Jean Gentry is a beautiful, chubby woman with long, curling black hair and big, light green eyes. Her voice is deep and her laugh is infectious and she pulls off heels just as well as sneakers; she commands any room she walks into and makes sure to shake the hands of every person she meets and does her best to help solve whatever problem she’s faced with.
She’s not a bad person.
Eddie can’t stand her.
“Hi, Buck.” She smiles, all straight white teeth, and Eddie remembers the two years he wore braces with disdain. His sisters were ruthless when they made fun of him. “How are you?”
“Enjoying all these sweet treats,” Buck says, laughing, and hands the last sugar cookie off to one of the little kids that were following Chris around earlier. “Looks like the sale’s going well.”
She nods, appraising the fish bowl full of paper bills and coins at the edge of their table. It’s not as full as hers—she’s probably so proud. “It’s going even better than I expected,” she agrees, judging their clutter of cupcakes and broken cookies. “Did you make these yourself, Buck?”
“Huh? Oh, no.” Buck grins, hooking his thumb toward Eddie. “Eddie helped.”
Abbie Jean Gentry blinks, feigning surprise. “Oh, Mr. Diaz.” She smiles, close-mouthed and thin. “I didn’t see you there.”
Funny. Eddie’s standing right next to Buck, near enough their shoulders are touching. One can’t notice and speak with Buck without noticing the other.
Eddie curls his lip up. “I’m sure you didn’t.”
Buck elbows Eddie again, hard enough to hurt this time. “You’ll have to excuse him,” he says, giving her his best grin and wow, his best friend is a suck up. “We stayed up late last night finishing the cookies and cupcakes, and he hasn’t had anything to eat today except sweets.”
this fic accidentally turned into a whole thing so we’ll see where it goes
no pressure tagging: @disasterbuckdiaz, @thewolvesof1998, @wildlife4life, @alyxmastershipper because i saw you say something about sub eddie 👁️, @shitouttabuck, @eddiediaztho 💜, @diazblunt, @watchyourbuck, @try-set-me-on-fire, @honestlydarkprincess, @housewifebuck, and uh whoever else 🫶🏼
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The second half of this week's episode of Within the Wires was basically just:
"Brian, you're such a pushover, look at you, you pathetic little man, you're so pathetic people just give you what you want. What a sneaky snake lol ;) now go surreptitiously read some dossiers on your coworkers. I don't give a fuck what you had for breakfast. Who am I, your life coach? Oh wait. Love you, mwah."
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I'm so excited. In two weeks imma get real Korean BBQ... And my favorite type of ice cream... These long ass work days can't pass fast enough
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