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38 and/or 59 for Eddie/Father Brian please!
"You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”
“Tell me again.”
(This one is set post s8, and Eddie gets a little self-reflective.)
Within a month of moving back to LA, Eddie also goes back to church. Well, he goes to a specific church because he knows the priest. Father Brian is a good listener, gives good advice, isn't afraid to call Eddie on some shit that he's realizing is a way bigger problem than he could've ever dealt with on his own.
He's also fun to just hang out with. Eddie finds himself sitting in his office while he works on homilies or figures out schedules for events, fundraisers, whatever.
He and Buck are giving each other some apparently much needed space, so Eddie's pretty sure his closest friend right now is a priest. They even text. There's memes.
Eddie's at a bar with the rest of the shift, and he's been drinking enough that he smiles at a girl at the bar when he goes to close out his tab. But when she smiles back and tries talking to him, he doesn't really feel the kind of spark he wants. He feels bad about backing off when he's the one who kind of initiated contact, but it's just not a good night for it.
When he leaves the bar, he's squinting at his phone to call an Uber, glances around to double check the address, and realizes he's about three blocks from the church.
So Eddie walks. He goes to the church, walks around to the back to the rectory, and knocks on the door.
Brian opens it, a robe wrapped around himself, and he squints at him. "Eddie? Is everything--are you drunk?"
"Buzzed," Eddie corrects, suddenly feeling like an asshole. "I shouldn't--"
"No, come in," Brian says, stepping aside.
Eddie's been back here before, having followed Brian to help him find his phone charger, of all things. It's weird to think of priests with technology.
"What brings you here?" Brian asks, sitting on the edge of his bed. Eddie takes the chair at the desk. There's no other seating except at the small dining table across the room, but it's far from the bed.
"Believe it or not, I was in the neighborhood," Eddie says, grinning. "But it's midnight, so I should get out of here and let you sleep."
"I wasn't sleeping," Brian says, a flush spreading over his cheeks.
Eddie suddenly realizes that Brian's sitting with his hands over his lap in a way that any guy could relate to.
Oh.
Oh.
He's pretty sure priests aren't allowed to--but maybe he was just waiting? For it to...stop?
"You're, uh, n-not wearing anything under that, are you?" he asks, and Brian's face goes red. "That was really inappropriate. I should go. I'm so sorry. Oh my g--sorry."
"No, no, it's fine," Brian insists, chuckling. "I'm sorry."
They both stand at the same time and almost run each other over, and Eddie reflexively reaches out to keep Brian from falling, except his hand catches the edge of the robe and then it's open above the belt.
There's literally nothing that comes to mind that isn't blasphemy, so Eddie just stares.
Brian's cut. Not his--Eddie doesn't know about that, but his muscles. They're...there.
He's staring. He's staring so much. When he looks up, Brian is looking at his mouth, probably because it's hanging open. Except then his eyes drop down, where Eddie is tenting his jeans.
"Fuck it," Brian mutters, kissing him.
So Eddie is thinking that the thing with Marisol might've been another problem, because he's perfectly okay kissing an actual priest and backing him up onto a tiny bed and untying his robe.
Huh. Brian's cut. And now Eddie knows that.
"What do you want?" Brian asks, and Eddie licks his lips, meeting his eyes.
"You," he confesses, kissing him. He breaks it to pull his own shirt over his head while Brian unzips his jeans. Eddie stands, gets them off with his underwear in one go, has to sit down to deal with his boots, and then he's on Brian with a long leg wrapped around his hip.
"Tell me again," Brian says against his mouth.
"Fuck, I want you," Eddie gasps, rutting against him.
Brian smiles, nips at his lip before tipping his head back. "Then have me."
Eddie has no idea what he's doing, feels like a teenager again, but he's pretty sure Brian hasn't had sex in over a decade, if ever. So whatever they can figure out together will be great. He drags his mouth all over, grabs and strokes and squeezes, feels like he's won something when Brian does the same in kind.
They don't do much more than rub off against each other, but they end up in a sweaty heap on the tiny bed. Eddie's having flashbacks to high school.
"I'm going to Hell," he realizes, dazed.
"Yeah, so you didn't take a vow before God and the church, you're fine. I'm going to have to go to confession. And then figure out what it means that I've wanted you since I met you. Despite the mustache."
Eddie laughs against his shoulder. "Man, shut up."
"Actually, maybe you can regrow--"
Eddie cuts him off with a kiss, and when Brian smiles against his mouth, he feels something like peace wash over him.
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No but listen it’s so INCREDIBLY funny that in the first episode Tristan was basically like “Im not gonna be your wingman because there’s not enough girls” THEN THEY END UP HAVING THE SAME GIRLFRIEND ITS SO WILD
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When he started dating Evan, they had compared their schedules and shifts and Tommy had asked his captain for shifts that aligned with those of Evan so that they could have the same free time. After the break-up, Tommy keeps those same shifts, he doesn't ask his captain for different ones.
When he goes to the supermarket, he gets all the things that Evan always got. Even the things that weren't Tommy's favourites.
Evan had moved things around in the kitchen... Tommy keeps them as they are, just the way Evan put them.
On the weekends, if they had free days, they would always go for a hike in the mornings. Now, Tommy wakes up early and chooses one of the trails and goes hiking alone (secretly hoping to run into Evan and at the same time, dreading running into him).
He orders what they used to order when they wanted chinese food… even if it's too much food just for him.
He keeps sleeping on the left side of the bed...
He keeps buying the shampoo that Evan loved.
He just keeps doing all the things they used to do because... because the truth is that he had built his life around Evan and he forgot how it used to be before him... he doesn't want to change and go back to being the "Tommy before Evan"... he doesn't want to change and become a "Tommy after Evan"...
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buck and tommy and josh and eddie have weekly game nights together. just simple couple activities, double dates and such. they're innocent, light hearted nights. but josh has always felt something like looming tension between all of them.
josh knows eddie has had thoughts about buck, knows he's definitely had thoughts about tommy, has woken up in the middle of the night to eddie bucking his hips against the mattress and moaning their names enough times to know that eddie has plenty of thoughts. and he's pretty sure buck and tommy have whispered dirty things to each other while watching josh and eddie dance together in those dimly lit gay clubs they used to visit more frequently. he's pretty sure they're all on the same page about this but he's about to tear his damn hair out because no one's doing anything about it. they just keep having long, lust-filled looks over monopoly and connect four. so he does what eddie always accuses him of and he schemes.
it's 8 o'clock and they're hosting tonight. josh gets the drinks and makes the little platters and pays chris 20 dollars to ask if he can sleep over at a friend's house (which he finds out later he was already planning on doing anyway so now he's out 20 bucks and chris is lucky josh loves him). he makes eddie put on that pink button up that makes his arms look good and is very fun to take off (mi corazón, it's just buck and tommy, why am i not allowed to wear my sweatpants?" "they don't match the button-up" "okay so why am i wearing a button-up?"). he himself throws on his tightest pants and a ribbed polo (they get a little distracted and let their chicken burn but buck always brings over an extra dish anyways so they carefully deposit it into the trash and continue groping each other.)
when buck and tommy finally knock on their door, he doesn't miss the sharp breath that buck sucks in as he looks eddie up and down. he also doesn't miss the way buck's eyes refocus when tommy's hand comes around to pinch buck's elbow a little. they share a glance and tommy bites his lower lip.
they exchange their normal pleasantries as always, rib each other, talk about their shifts, a few hilarious calls, the delicious food buck brought over and politely ignore the burnt smell coming from the kitchen. josh makes a point to let his hand linger on tommy's shoulder for seconds too long and watches eddie's throat bob as he swallows. then the games begin.
it's some card game tonight that josh is half paying attention to. he decides when eddie brings back the third round of beers for the night that it's now or never. he suggests a light game of truth or dare. ("what are we, russo? 12?" "what are you, diaz? chicken?")
they start easy ("who was your first guy crush, buck?" "hm, probably my gym teacher from middle school, mr. hudgens" "buck's old person fetish strikes again." buck and eddie throw pillows at each other for a second, tommy feigns offense but pets buck's hair with a sickeningly sweet smile, josh is mentally high fiving himself.) he tries to gently guide buck and eddie away from childish dares to more adult truths. he locks eyes with tommy while buck and eddie argue over how many marshmallows buck could hypothetically fit in his mouth (not exactly what josh had in mind but they're going in the right direction here).
he knows he's been figured out and for a second thinks tommy is about to slap his thighs and say "well im beat, let's go before he can try to seduce my partner any more" but tommy squints his eyes, then raises his brows as if to ask for confirmation, and when josh nods, tommy licks his lips and nods back, turning back to watch the love of his life smile at him with spit and sugar falling out of his mouth (the answer was 20 marshmallows for those keeping score).
tommy lets josh guide them, but aids by steering the questions and dares in a leading direction and kissing at buck's neck every so often to keep buck flushed and blushing. josh decides to ramp it up when eddie chooses truth for the first time the whole game and josh pushes his foot up against eddie's leg and asks "what's the most recent sex dream you've had?"
eddie stutters and shakes his head. josh doesn't think buck realizes he's leaning forward or that tommy's hand is gently massaging his thigh. tommy's gaze flickers to josh with a nervous expression ("did we push too far? was it too much, too quick?")
"you don't have to answer, babe," except josh knows eddie, "you know, if it's too much of a challenge, of course, you can always skip it."
eddie's posture straightens and he eyes josh up a bit. it's a challenge, as always, a threat, a proposition, a loving exchange of harshness.
eddie clears his throat (good boy, josh thinks to himself, he'll tell eddie that later) and starts speaking. "well, obviously you were there."
"anyone else?" tommy asks, trying hard to sound bored and a little patronizing. (josh kinda wants to suck his dick about it, he knows eddie does too because he stutters a little and shakes his head and starts over).
"obviously, you were there, josh. of course. um- and, you know it was just a dream but-"
out of the corner of josh's eye, tommy starts to kiss buck's neck again. buck tilts his head to give him more room, closing his eyes and gasping when josh assumes tommy sinks his teeth in a little. he doesn't look, he's too busy watching eddie watch them.
"uh-" eddie starts again, and josh takes that opportunity gently run his fingertips along the back of eddie's hairline, which always gets him purring.
josh is starting to think maybe eddie needs a little push, so he leans in close and bites his ear, turning his soft traces in eddie's hair to a firm tug in buck's direction. he points, "was he there, baby?"
eddie nods, cheeks flushed red, "buck and tommy," his knee jerks and his legs fall open, "they were both- and we were all-"
tommy's hand moves from buck's thigh up to palm him through his jeans, buck's eyes are half-lidded and glazed over as he watches eddie struggle to explain.
eddie looks over to josh, finally, and josh doesn't know what good deed he's done to deserve the look eddie gives him but he'll thank whatever god deemed him worthy of it.
eddie whispers low and quiet, just for them, "baby, you know i wouldn't- you know you're it-"
josh kisses him sweetly, trying to say "you don't have to explain, you don't have to justify anything when you're with me, we can love each other and love other people and come home to each other every day. our house can just be filled with love, not obligation or rules. just let yourself enjoy this, you're so beautiful when you enjoy yourself, you're so beautiful when you let yourself be loved."
but that's a lot of emotion and there are far too many things to say that he just doesn't have the vocabulary for and he thinks that if he tries to say any more than three words, he'll burst into tears and not in the sexy way. so instead he rubs his thumb over eddie's cheek and says, "i know, love."
eddie nods and looks back to tommy, "i think it's buck's turn, now, right?"
buck, dazed out of his mind, wrinkles his forehead, "huh?" is all he gets out while tommy continues his attack on his neck.
"truth or dare, baby." tommy supplies.
buck smiles, "jesus, okay, so we're doing this. uh, dare."
eddie gets on his knees and shuffles forward until their nose to nose, he briefly puts a hand on tommy's neck and there's a small exchange that passes between them. something like permission. josh makes a mental note to revisit that. tommy bites buck's ear once last time and looks up at eddie through his lashes, resting his chin on buck's shoulder.
"what's it gonna be, eds?"
"kiss me."
josh watches buck and eddie take out seven plus years of tension and emotion on each other, biting each other's lips and digging fingernails into each other's waists. tommy pets buck's hair and rubs his back until buck turns and kisses him quick and dirty, whimpers out "daddy" which makes eddie's jaw drop before leaning back and out of the way so eddie has full access to his partner. buck beckons josh over while eddie and tommy wrestle each other on the ground. he slides between his legs easily and when josh tastes him he suddenly understand why tommy's always walking around, looking like he's got his heart outside of his body. they get lost in each other, the four of them. they get lost in their mouths, skin, and heat; lost in their love and friendship and romance.
they collapse together on the floor of eddie and josh's living room.
"so, uh, game nights?" tommy comments, tracing over buck's ribs.
"hm, yeah i like this game." josh adds.
"same time next week, right?" buck turns to face josh and eddie, but josh gives the floor to eddie.
eddie licks his lips, "can't wait. but, uh, you guys are hosting next time."
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buck and tommy and josh and eddie have weekly game nights together. just simple couple activities, double dates and such. they're innocent, light hearted nights. but josh has always felt something like looming tension between all of them.
josh knows eddie has had thoughts about buck, knows he's definitely had thoughts about tommy, has woken up in the middle of the night to eddie bucking his hips against the mattress and moaning their names enough times to know that eddie has plenty of thoughts. and he's pretty sure buck and tommy have whispered dirty things to each other while watching josh and eddie dance together in those dimly lit gay clubs they used to visit more frequently. he's pretty sure they're all on the same page about this but he's about to tear his damn hair out because no one's doing anything about it. they just keep having long, lust-filled looks over monopoly and connect four. so he does what eddie always accuses him of and he schemes.
it's 8 o'clock and they're hosting tonight. josh gets the drinks and makes the little platters and pays chris 20 dollars to ask if he can sleep over at a friend's house (which he finds out later he was already planning on doing anyway so now he's out 20 bucks and chris is lucky josh loves him). he makes eddie put on that pink button up that makes his arms look good and is very fun to take off (mi corazón, it's just buck and tommy, why am i not allowed to wear my sweatpants?" "they don't match the button-up" "okay so why am i wearing a button-up?"). he himself throws on his tightest pants and a ribbed polo (they get a little distracted and let their chicken burn but buck always brings over an extra dish anyways so they carefully deposit it into the trash and continue groping each other.)
when buck and tommy finally knock on their door, he doesn't miss the sharp breath that buck sucks in as he looks eddie up and down. he also doesn't miss the way buck's eyes refocus when tommy's hand comes around to pinch buck's elbow a little. they share a glance and tommy bites his lower lip.
they exchange their normal pleasantries as always, rib each other, talk about their shifts, a few hilarious calls, the delicious food buck brought over and politely ignore the burnt smell coming from the kitchen. josh makes a point to let his hand linger on tommy's shoulder for seconds too long and watches eddie's throat bob as he swallows. then the games begin.
it's some card game tonight that josh is half paying attention to. he decides when eddie brings back the third round of beers for the night that it's now or never. he suggests a light game of truth or dare. ("what are we, russo? 12?" "what are you, diaz? chicken?")
they start easy ("who was your first guy crush, buck?" "hm, probably my gym teacher from middle school, mr. hudgens" "buck's old person fetish strikes again." buck and eddie throw pillows at each other for a second, tommy feigns offense but pets buck's hair with a sickeningly sweet smile, josh is mentally high fiving himself.) he tries to gently guide buck and eddie away from childish dares to more adult truths. he locks eyes with tommy while buck and eddie argue over how many marshmallows buck could hypothetically fit in his mouth (not exactly what josh had in mind but they're going in the right direction here).
he knows he's been figured out and for a second thinks tommy is about to slap his thighs and say "well im beat, let's go before he can try to seduce my partner any more" but tommy squints his eyes, then raises his brows as if to ask for confirmation, and when josh nods, tommy licks his lips and nods back, turning back to watch the love of his life smile at him with spit and sugar falling out of his mouth (the answer was 20 marshmallows for those keeping score).
tommy lets josh guide them, but aids by steering the questions and dares in a leading direction and kissing at buck's neck every so often to keep buck flushed and blushing. josh decides to ramp it up when eddie chooses truth for the first time the whole game and josh pushes his foot up against eddie's leg and asks "what's the most recent sex dream you've had?"
eddie stutters and shakes his head. josh doesn't think buck realizes he's leaning forward or that tommy's hand is gently massaging his thigh. tommy's gaze flickers to josh with a nervous expression ("did we push too far? was it too much, too quick?")
"you don't have to answer, babe," except josh knows eddie, "you know, if it's too much of a challenge, of course, you can always skip it."
eddie's posture straightens and he eyes josh up a bit. it's a challenge, as always, a threat, a proposition, a loving exchange of harshness.
eddie clears his throat (good boy, josh thinks to himself, he'll tell eddie that later) and starts speaking. "well, obviously you were there."
"anyone else?" tommy asks, trying hard to sound bored and a little patronizing. (josh kinda wants to suck his dick about it, he knows eddie does too because he stutters a little and shakes his head and starts over).
"obviously, you were there, josh. of course. um- and, you know it was just a dream but-"
out of the corner of josh's eye, tommy starts to kiss buck's neck again. buck tilts his head to give him more room, closing his eyes and gasping when josh assumes tommy sinks his teeth in a little. he doesn't look, he's too busy watching eddie watch them.
"uh-" eddie starts again, and josh takes that opportunity gently run his fingertips along the back of eddie's hairline, which always gets him purring.
josh is starting to think maybe eddie needs a little push, so he leans in close and bites his ear, turning his soft traces in eddie's hair to a firm tug in buck's direction. he points, "was he there, baby?"
eddie nods, cheeks flushed red, "buck and tommy," his knee jerks and his legs fall open, "they were both- and we were all-"
tommy's hand moves from buck's thigh up to palm him through his jeans, buck's eyes are half-lidded and glazed over as he watches eddie struggle to explain.
eddie looks over to josh, finally, and josh doesn't know what good deed he's done to deserve the look eddie gives him but he'll thank whatever god deemed him worthy of it.
eddie whispers low and quiet, just for them, "baby, you know i wouldn't- you know you're it-"
josh kisses him sweetly, trying to say "you don't have to explain, you don't have to justify anything when you're with me, we can love each other and love other people and come home to each other every day. our house can just be filled with love, not obligation or rules. just let yourself enjoy this, you're so beautiful when you enjoy yourself, you're so beautiful when you let yourself be loved."
but that's a lot of emotion and there are far too many things to say that he just doesn't have the vocabulary for and he thinks that if he tries to say any more than three words, he'll burst into tears and not in the sexy way. so instead he rubs his thumb over eddie's cheek and says, "i know, love."
eddie nods and looks back to tommy, "i think it's buck's turn, now, right?"
buck, dazed out of his mind, wrinkles his forehead, "huh?" is all he gets out while tommy continues his attack on his neck.
"truth or dare, baby." tommy supplies.
buck smiles, "jesus, okay, so we're doing this. uh, dare."
eddie gets on his knees and shuffles forward until their nose to nose, he briefly puts a hand on tommy's neck and there's a small exchange that passes between them. something like permission. josh makes a mental note to revisit that. tommy bites buck's ear once last time and looks up at eddie through his lashes, resting his chin on buck's shoulder.
"what's it gonna be, eds?"
"kiss me."
josh watches buck and eddie take out seven plus years of tension and emotion on each other, biting each other's lips and digging fingernails into each other's waists. tommy pets buck's hair and rubs his back until buck turns and kisses him quick and dirty, whimpers out "daddy" which makes eddie's jaw drop before leaning back and out of the way so eddie has full access to his partner. buck beckons josh over while eddie and tommy wrestle each other on the ground. he slides between his legs easily and when josh tastes him he suddenly understand why tommy's always walking around, looking like he's got his heart outside of his body. they get lost in each other, the four of them. they get lost in their mouths, skin, and heat; lost in their love and friendship and romance.
they collapse together on the floor of eddie and josh's living room.
"so, uh, game nights?" tommy comments, tracing over buck's ribs.
"hm, yeah i like this game." josh adds.
"same time next week, right?" buck turns to face josh and eddie, but josh gives the floor to eddie.
eddie licks his lips, "can't wait. but, uh, you guys are hosting next time."
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Max: Who do we know that has handcuffs? Avery: Well Tristan and I- Tristan: *elbows Avery* Avery: …wouldn't know.
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My favorite thing about Avery is that she’s just as much of a mess as the boys but she hides it behind a layer of competency that the boys don’t hide behind so you don’t realize until you actually think about her actions and the things she says 😂
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New picture shared by Sean on Instagram
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Tristan is definitely into body worship sorry I don’t make the rules
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max bankman, to tristan silva at all times including during the threesome:
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We as a fandom are not writing nearly enough fanfics about a newly Realised bisexual man Evan Buckley going insane trying to seduce his new crush Tommy Kinard who just thinks he's Seeing Things bc Evan Buckley is straight, Chim told him so
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honestly still not over tommy "no I don't have a daddy kink but god I hope you do" kinard on network tv tbh
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Okay, I think I finally have it. My ultimate Tommy reaction board.
I narrowed it down to 9 ( you have NO idea how hard that was).
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His adorable face is so expressive, I love it 😆
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"Oh, good, you are alive." Eddie says as soon as Tommy opens his front door. He pushes his way into the house without waiting for a response, and leaves Tommy blinking at empty space.
"...Sure, come on in," he mutters.
"Would it kill you to answer your phone some time?" Eddie's standing in the living room, hands on his hips, looking at Tommy like he's expecting something.
And Tommy's still lingering in his own doorway, suddenly very aware of how ripe his PJs have gotten. "It's my day off." It's a lame excuse and he knows it. He turns away to shut the door so he won't have to look Eddie in the eye.
"It's been, like, three weeks, man."
Tommy sighs quietly. "Yeah, look, it's just..."
"Is this the part where you tell me you both love me equally and it isn't my fault mommy and daddy are getting divorced." He's being flippant, but there's anger there. Tension in his voice. Tommy's not sure if it's on his own behalf or Evan's. Either would be fair, probably.
No. No, it isn't. It's not fair. He doesn't get to storm in here and judge Tommy's life choices. It's not like he's happy with himself about this, he didn't want to break things off. It just. Didn't work out.
"We don't, Eddie."
"What?"
Tommy folds his arms across his chest. "Love you equally. He needs you more than I do."
"What happened to me being allowed to have more than one friend?"
You know what happened, Tommy wants to snap, wants to be the kind of person who gets so angry he breaks, bleeds the tension out. He wants to untangle the knot that's been tightening in his chest for weeks.
Instead he hunches his shoulders. "Nothing, you have plenty of friends. A whole station of them." Tommy bites the inside of his lip so hard he tastes iron, and his eyes fall shut for a moment while he collects himself. "I was trying to make things easier for you."
Eddie narrows his eyes. "Yeah, nothing easier than getting ghosted. In fact, I love it when people I care about suddenly stop talking to me."
"You know what I meant. You have to take his side."
"Oh, I am. Breaking up with him like that was stupid, and he's really hurt."
Tommy barely contains his wince.
"But you were my friend before you were his boyfriend." Eddie's expression shifts, not quite softening. "I'm not here to defend Buck's honour, I'm here because my friend isn't making good choices and I'm worried about him."
He cried that night three weeks ago. Held off until he'd made it home and then bawled like a child, curled up in the dark and not bothering to wipe the snot from his nose. He hasn't cried since. Not when he found one of Evan's sweaters shoved between the cushions on his couch. Not when a date night reminder he forgot to delete from his phone dinged three days ago. Every time he wakes up to nothing but empty lock-screen he feels a little more hollow thinking about all the texts he used to get in the middle of the night.
But he hasn't been crying about it. Until now.
He's not sure what it is exactly. Something about Eddie refusing to let Tommy stonewall him. Something about all the things he's gone through alone never mattering to anyone. Not enough to warrant more than courtesy comfort.
"Woah, hey, was it something I said?"
Tommy shakes his head, and wipes his cheek with the heel of his hand. "It's been a weird few weeks."
It has, is the thing. He used to be good at being alone. But six months of borrowed time was enough for him to be in a lot deeper than he thought. He doesn't just miss Evan he misses being invited to his family dinners, and hearing about life with the 118.
"How 'bout I drink your beer while you tell me about it."
"...Okay."
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Shifter AU buddietommy or something like that.
I think you can guess who's who :)
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