This isn’t commonly known but one of the rings of hell is actually being in a fandom wherein the popular bloggers have the worst opinions known to man that everyone else parrots
i'll build a house out of the mess (i'll give you the best years)
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“I— I mean yeah! Definitely!” Buck’s quick to reassure him, nodding as he crouches down to decant some paint into the tray. “Although, babe, I don’t know why you keep checking in with me! I— I mean I’m completely flattered, don’t get me wrong, but it’s your house, Tommy. Ultimately, the only opinion that matters on any of this stuff is yours.”
A silence settles over them as Buck continues setting up the paint in the tray, and Tommy opens his mouth and closes it a couple of times, trying to figure out a way to say what he wants to without sounding like he’s lost the entire fucking plot. “It’s not.”
“It’s not what, babe?” Evan says, not even looking up. Tommy’s almost glad, is the thing. He feels a little frayed raw, somehow. A little more exposed than he planned to be.
“It’s…it’s not just my house, Evan.” He begins, wetting his lips, his hand flexing around the paint roller. “It’s…it’s also going to be yours, one day.”
(Tommy buys a house. Both him and Buck have some feelings about it.)
“you want to dance with him?”
tommy doesn’t know what prompts him to ask. they’ve been at the club for upwards of half an hour now and evan hasn’t given an indication that he wants to do anything other than what they’re doing—kissing, dancing, grinding dirtily off and on like two teenagers at prom.
but. there’s a man his gaze keeps flicking to.
tommy looks between them—between evan, in his crisp, tight white t-shirt and dark wash blue jeans—and the other man. brown skin, brown eyes, salt and pepper locs that flow to the middle of his back, dressed in a pair of black, skin-tight jeans that look painted on.
evan raises an eyebrow. “i wanna dance with you.”
and he’s sweet, this one. so willing to defend what they have, to say no, i’m not looking for anyone else. you don’t need to worry about that . as if tommy was worried about that. it’s been six months. he’s never been more certain of a relationship in his entire life.
he sways forward, nudging his thumb up underneath evan’s jaw so he can tilt his face up and to the side where the man is dancing against some young twenty-something that thinks they have a chance. and hell, maybe they do. but tommy’s not interested in the kid, not tonight, at least. he drops his voice, hand snaking down to evan’s ass so he can pull him close.
“let me change that: do you want me to see you dancing with him?”
evan shivers .
bingo.
funniest character dynamic in the world to me is when you have one guy knows hes gay but doesnt realise hes in love with his best friend and another guy who knows hes in love with his best friend but does not know hes gay
you know what, eddie was probably losing it/letting go during the bachelor party because he's never actually had the chance to do anything like that before. and while buck had a chance maybe at some point during his travels to do something similar, this is probably the first time he's doing it with someone whose company he enjoys to the fullest. and that's kinda wholesome in itself