#cge wip

[diazfightclub]

this is part 1 of my catholic guilt eddie/buddie wip! (working title) i've previously posted small snippets here and here, but this one today is the opening scene!

At the end of the night, after Tommy swoops in and saves the day, delivering Chimney to the altar by chopper, after the vows and kisses are exchanged, after people have eaten and danced and drank and celebrated—

At the end of the night, Eddie finds Buck. 

He’s standing alone at the edge of the garden, watching people dance. The party is starting to break up, the crowd thinning out. There’s something wistful and sad in Buck’s expression, and Eddie finds himself walking over to him before he even thinks about it. 

“Where’s Tommy?”

The man had been here earlier. After the heroics, he had stayed for a while. Eddie had watched as he and Buck danced together without meaning to, drawn to the two of them slow dancing to the band Maddie hired. Eddie had caught Buck’s eye over Tommy’s shoulder and lifted his glass in a toast. Buck’s nose had crinkled in disgust. How are you drinking right now? he seemed to ask, which made Eddie’s stomach roll in turn, his hangover roaring back to life. He shook his head and pointed to the gatorade bottle on a nearby table. Eddie watched as Buck’s mouth went crooked like it did when he was trying not to laugh.

Tommy had glanced over his shoulder, then. There was something in his gaze when he made eye contact with Eddie, something calculating that had Eddie looking away. 

He didn’t know what to do with the flush of embarrassment he felt. Like he had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. He left them to it, slinking away to where Marisol was waiting for him inside.

Now, though, he’s standing with Buck alone.

“Tommy left.”

“He had to return the chopper, huh?” Eddie tries to joke, but Buck doesn’t react. 

“He said…” He watches as Buck takes a deep breath. “Tommy and I—It’s not going to work out.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to do with that. “What? I thought you said the second date went well.”

“It did.”

“And then Tommy flew in here, delivering Chimney to save the day. I thought you’d be into all that knight in shining armor schtick.”

“I was. Am.”

“So?”

“It’s just… not going to work.”

“That sucks, I’m sorry man,” he says lamely. “I’d offer you a drink, but.” Buck doesn’t laugh. “Do you want to come over later?”

“I probably shouldn’t,” Buck says, and there’s — something in it that Eddie can’t identify. 

“Maybe this weekend, then.”

“Listen,” Buck runs a hand through his hair. Eddie resists the urge to smooth it back down when it sticks up. “Tommy said something before he left, and I—I think he might be right.” There’s a pinched quirk to his lip. “He said that it wasn’t going to work out between us because it’s obvious I’m caught up in my feelings for someone else.”

There’s a whisper of a thought in the back of Eddie’s mind that fills him with dread; he refuses to think it. “Who, Natalia?”

“No.”

“Taylor, then.” It made the most sense, it had been Buck’s longest relationship. The sting of their breakup had lingered. Her betrayal of Buck’s trust had hurt them all, and even if Eddie never liked her, it’s obvious that Buck loved her. Even though the thought of her coming back into their lives made him want to vomit.

But Buck — Buck looks at him with this look in his eye, and he’s not, not sad but more regretful. He’s anxious. Eddie is suddenly, painfully aware that he doesn’t want to hear what Buck’s next words are.

Because he knows what Buck is going to say. He’s going to say it, he’s going to name the thing Eddie’s been so carefully avoiding. Their relationship has been a minefield for years, and Eddie has gotten extremely good at picking his next move carefully, but Buck is about to throw caution to the wind and take a daring step forward without watching where he places his feet.

He’s filled with so much dread in an instant, but he’s helpless to stop Buck as he’s opening his mouth to say:

“Eddie, I think I’m in love with you.”

Buck says the words, and nothing changes.

Everything changes, really, everything that matters anyway, but — it’s not the explosion of movement Eddie is expecting. It’s like the earth stands still. The party sounds fade to nothing, the twinkling lights frozen in time. Nothing moves. There’s no wind, no insects buzzing, nothing at all. 

It feels monumental, like something should be shifting. Everything should be thundering with the weight of this moment, but. Nothing. It’s like a hush has fallen instead, the world taking a pause to watch them, waiting to see what happens next, and Eddie—

Eddie takes a step back.

He doesn’t know what Buck’s expression does because he very stoutly doesn't look at him. 

“Eddie,” Buck says, but Eddie is already shaking his head and taking another step. 

“I have to, um,” he doesn’t even come up with an excuse before he’s turning his back to Buck and walking away.

[baelabong]

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charez. kuhang kuha sa yes baby amen!

imagine napaka cold at mainitin ulo kasi may nakasanggi sa kanya sa corridor, nagsusungit na’t nag aamok. then bigla kang dumatin, oblivious sa nangyayare, tas iba-back hug siya while calling her minjeongiiieeee

tunaw ang pagka yelo ni taglamig. always so puppyful for youuuu 🤭

-🐶

Cge lumayas ka na, ganun naman palagi, lumalayad nalang 💔 😪 HUY CHAR

but YES WHAT eto talaga yung envision ko, nako po, ang dami ko nang wip pero i think eto yung gagawin ko first dahil inlove na ako sa idea BAHAHAHAH IKAW HA

[jennycanary]

Bad cropping, I’ll fix that when I lay color down . . . #artistsoninstagram #artistsofinstagram #digitalsketching #digitallineart #procreate #wip #progress #illustration #fantasyart #horrorart #harrowtheninth #lockedtombtrilogy #tamsynmuir #skeleton #artnouveau https://www.instagram.com/p/Cge-kKTOiUa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[yulia-novikova]

First layer⭐️ #art #cancas #painting #wip #workinprogress #acrylic #acrylicpainting #artwork (at Prague, Czech Republic) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cge-a0NonKx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[diazfightclub]

wip wednesday

no one asked for this but here it is anyway, my wip featuring anger-issues, catholic-guilt-induced-internalized-homophobia, i-rejected-my-best-friend's-advances-and-now-i'm-so-goddamn-grief-striken-it's-making-me-stupid eddie <3

“You don’t get to do that.” Bucks’ eyes were bright despite his head injury; the blood drying on his temple and the dark bruising on the surrounding skin made his eyes seem impossibly bluer. Having the intensity of his gaze on Eddie made him feel electric. With the adrenaline thrumming through him, he felt himself lift his chin. Goading. 

“Do what?”

“You know what.” And, oh, Buck’s angry. Eddie hadn’t seen angry Buck in a long time, almost didn’t recognize the flush on his cheeks and the clench in his jaw. 

“Buck—” But Buck’s hands were curled into fists. He looked like he wanted to hit him. The sight made Eddie’s pulse jump. 

“You don’t get to—to reject me and then act like that. Like you—” Love me, he didn’t say, but Eddie heard it anyway. 

Eddie imagined, not for the first time, what it would be like to ask Buck to hit him. It would certainly hurt less. He imagined being in the ring with him, sparring. Feeling the skin-on-skin contact. Would Buck pull his punches? Would he fight dirty? They benched about the same, but Buck had 20 pounds on him, easily, maybe more — if Eddie tackled him, would he go down, or would he take it and stand his ground?

Eddie wanted to reach out and fit his thumb to the bruise around his eye, to drag his thumb through the blood in his eyebrow. Eddie wanted Buck to gasp under his touch.

The thought of it made him take a step back, putting him out of Buck's reach.

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[diazfightclub]

several sentence sunday

i was not tagged but i wanted to post anyway. here's another part of my catholic guilt!eddie wip! first part here (altho i'm not quite sure abt where these are chronologically yet)

Eddie is 13 years old and his parents are fighting. 

He’s not sure about what, but he can hear the muffled shouts, words intelligible. His sisters are hiding out in Sophia’s room, but he sits at the top of the stairs straining his ears. He can feel when his mother storms out the house — the whole foundation shakes when she slams the door behind her. The sudden silence that echoes through the house makes him ache. 

He’s not sure how long he sits there. His sister’s don’t leave their room, his father doesn’t leave the kitchen, Eddie doesn’t leave his spot on the stairs. 

But then his grandmother comes over. 

Abuela lets herself into the house with her key, her footsteps creaking lightly on the wooden floor as she makes her way over to his father. 

He’s missed the first half of their conversation before he dares to edge closer, slipping down the stairs until he hears voices. 

“What do you want?” she asks his father, and Eddie holds his breath, waiting for the answer. Whatever his father mutters, he can’t hear, but Abuela’s voice rings loud in Eddie’s memory. 

“Love is a choice, Ramon. You decide what happens next.” 

** 

Eddie is 34 years old and sits at his own kitchen table. His ex-wife’s photo stares at him from the fridge; his son is in his room. Eddie stares at his own hands, knuckles bruised and scabbed.

Love is a choice, he hears, as if carried by the wind. He believed it then, and he believes it now. He has to choose it. He can choose it. He's trying. He has to.

The problem is — Buck was never supposed to be an option.

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[diazfightclub]

technicallyyyyyy it's past midnight so it's monday but fuck it, it's not tomorrow until i go to sleep. here's a several sentence sunday. from my catholic guilt eddie wip

“I knew you’d be by.”

Eddie didn’t even know he’d be by. He drove in circles for nearly an hour, trying to decide what to do. “Did you?” 

Buck reaches up and takes his hoodie off, leaving him in a soft looking tee. It looks worn with age; the image on the front is faded, a logo for some long-forgotten bar in Colorado stretched across Buck’s chest.

When he manages to tear his eyes away, he finds Buck already watching him steadily. Resigned. His hands are loose at his sides, but the rest of his body is wracked with tension, as if he’s bracing himself for something. 

He nods in Eddie’s direction. “Okay. Go for it.”

Eddie’s at a loss. “Go for… what?”

“Go ahead. Hit me.”

“Buck — what?”

“Last time,” he speaks through a clenched jaw, “last time, after the lawsuit. You were fighting random guys when what you really wanted to do was hit me.” Eddie remembers. “You said the reason you didn’t was because I was on blood thinners. Well, I’m not anymore. Take your shot.”

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