#yaaay!!

Star Wars yaaaaybyaaay!!!

decided to draw my Tav next! he's a puppy with a penchant for song, and is the glue that keeps the group together!

I went ahead and made a tiny Mikey to celebrate, since you guys seemed to like the Donnie one so much xD

5.2k / buddie / they fight like married people about buck touring apartments / domestic + marriage kinks / come marking / buck sits on it :) / eddie has a great time / explicit

Now they’re eating barbeque together, and Buck has spent the whole meal talking about the best place he looked at. The one near the barbeque joint. Something about how the walls are too harsh, too white, but it might feel a little softer with a lightly colored paint. Or how there’s not enough natural lighting, but Buck could get some fake plants to liven up the space. So, Eddie thinks about the soft blue paint in his bedroom, and the natural light from the sunset seeping over them as they eat. And he scrapes the last bit of his food around on the plate, waiting for Buck to ramble himself into another topic and put Eddie out of his misery. “You know, you’re going to damage the plate if you keep doing that.” On a normal day, Buck would have said it in a teasing tone. But it comes out a bit sharp, and each scrape of Eddie’s fork across his plate feels like flint to steel, like one spark will set them on fire. And the thing is, Eddie knows Buck. He knows Buck isn’t saying it to be coy, or to preserve Eddie’s dishes. He’s saying it to make sure Eddie is paying attention to him. Which is probably why Eddie bites back, “What do you care? It’s not like they’re your plates.” “Woah. I was just trying to help,” Buck frowns. “No, Buck. You just wanted to make sure I heard all about the horrible lighting and awful paint in this apartment you like. Don’t worry, I’m sure you can make it better when you move in.”