synopsis: You’ve always been pretty good at keeping your cards close to your chest. Now your poker face? That’s another story.
pairing: adrian chase/gender neutral reader
word count: 4.6k (it just keeps getting longer. lord have mercy on yall for chapter 4)
warnings: explicit language, implied sexual content, canon-typical violence, fluff, mutual pining, slow burn, idiots to lovers
a/n: TEE HEE IT’S CHAPTER 3! honest to god, it was really tough trying to decide whether to relent and give yall the sauce now, or set everything up just a little more and make the finale just that tiny bit more delectable. you’ll just have to read on to see what i decided on! and thank yall again for all the love on fennel fields, this fic has truly become my baby and i know i’m gonna feel empty as hell when it’s finished lmao.
What little emotional strength he has trembles and gives way when he sees Maddie running inside the station, already crying. He doesn’t want to know who called her; Buck just wants this nightmare to be over already.
“I didn’t know!” Maddie exclaims before she’s even reached him. “I didn’t know. Evan, you have to believe me, I didn’t know. They never told me.”
Buck wants so badly to hug her, but there’s a part of him that’s screaming: she’s not even your sister. Why would she still want anything to do with you? She doesn’t owe you anything anymore.
