Anon no idea if you’re even checking my blog anymore but I am so sorry this fill took so long! If you do happen to see this, I appreciate your patience. Hope you enjoy Bucktommy + wearing someone’s clothes + being pushed against a wall
His Evan
“Where’s my—oh, crap.” Evan said.
Tommy poked his head out of the en-suite. Evan was pacing up and down the foot of the bed, in his slacks and a crisp white dress shirt that he’d only buttoned up halfway. The contents of his suitcase were strewn across the hotel bedspread, like a tornado had blown through in the few minutes Tommy had been showering.
“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked.
Evan looked over at him miserably. “My tie,” he said. “I forgot to pack a tie.”
Tommy choked down a small laugh. Only his Evan. “We flew out for a wedding and you forgot to pack a tie?”
“I had them all out,” Evan groaned. “I was trying to decide which one and I know that I decided on the green one but I must’ve never actually packed it. God, I’m an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot,” Tommy said automatically. He stopped himself just before going in for a hug—he was still a little damp from his shower and Evan’s shirt was pressed so nicely. Instead, he clasped Evan’s hands. Being reminded of their difference in hand size always seemed to pull a string out of Evan and make him a little looser. “It’s a mistake anyone could have made.”
“But we have to leave for the wedding in fifteen minutes!” Evan protested. “There’s not enough time to find a menswear store around here for a replacement, let alone a Target or something.”
“We don’t need a menswear store,” Tommy said. “I always pack a spare.”
“I know,” Tommy winked, and turned to dig it out of his suitcase, which had escaped Hurricane Evan and was still entirely packed.
The spare he’d packed for this trip was a nice, simple pale blue dotted with subtle white dots that added just the right amount of texture. Tommy had bought it after an ex told him light blue brought out his eyes, but come to think of it, the same shade would bring out Evan’s eyes as well.
“Here,” he said. “This will look perfect on you. Do you need me to tie it?”
Evan blinked at him but didn’t respond, and didn’t reach out for the tie.
“Evan?” Tommy questioned.
“Um, I mean, I could tie it myself,” Evan stuttered out. “But if you didn’t mind–um, that would be fine.
Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t be any trouble at all. Give me a second to get myself dressed.”
Once Tommy was suited up, he turned back to Evan, who was holding the tie up in front of himself in the mirror, and blushing a brilliant pink at the apples of his cheeks and tips of his ears.
“It’s going to look so good on you, baby,” Tommy said. “Come here.”
He deftly knotted the tie around Evan’s neck while his boyfriend stood there, barely breathing. It was good to know that this was really doing it for both of them.
Tommy stepped back to admire his handiwork. “Look at you,” he said. “Looking so pretty, wearing my tie. It’s cause you’re mine. And everyone at the wedding is going to know that.”
Evan’s chest rose raggedly. Tommy had been right–the light blue brought out his large, round eyes perfectly.
They still had five minutes before they needed to leave for the venue. Screw it. Tommy grabbed Evan by the tie and manhandled him up against the wall, leaning in to capture his mouth with a bruising kiss. If it rumpled Evan’s shirt a little, that was okay. He’d be wearing a jacket, and he wouldn’t even get the chance to take it off at the reception. As soon as Tommy had the chance to congratulate the groom and say hello to his friends in the wedding party, they’d be coming back here so Tommy could strip his Evan down.
Maybe he’d leave the tie on. Just as a reminder of who Evan belonged to.
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An acotar reimagined multi-chap fic. Filled with consequences, passion, danger, and entirely new facets to these characters.
Summary: When Feyre was ten years old, one day she did not wake up. In her place, you did. You who were torn away from everything you’d ever known were thrown into a story you had read once upon a time. That was nearly ten years ago.
Notes: Reader is Feyre. Nesta and Elain get a personality face-lift. Rhysand deals with his sexual abuse.
Relationships: reader!Feyre x Rhysand (primary) with polyamorous Cassian and Azriel. FMMM / reverse harem coupling.
Content Warnings: 18 + only, angst, FMMM romance & smut, eventual romance & smut, mating bonds, all Fae are pretty much queer lol, brief eating disorder due to ptsd, hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence, canonical character death(s), reference to past sexual assault (rhysand), character development.
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Read the High Lady of Cunning exclusively on Archive of Our Own. It will not be posted on tumblr, wattpad, nor any other site. I do not condone translations, reuploads, or printing of my fic. I tend to update about once a week, depending on my schedule.
//Once again, I have loosely based a short story (and possible roleplay idea?) off of a song that I’ve been listening to lately. Blood // Water by grandson. Please, enjoy.
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“I’m telling you Laney, everything is going to be fine. Everything is going to be routine tomorrow.”
“I believe you and all, but something just doesn’t feel right, you know?”
“Heh, let me tell you. Nothing we do ever feels right, but it's gotta be done, yeah? You’ll get used to it eventually. Soon, you’ll be able to ignore it just like I can.”
Honestly, that wasn’t very helpful if she was being honest. But there was just something in the way the other Turk carried herself that made her believe everything might actually be okay. It was just a routine meeting in the conference room. What could possibly go wrong? There was security. SOLDIERS. Turks. Who in Gaia would actually try and break in while everyone was all there?
Though his efforts had succeeded in calming down his companion, there was still a feeling swimming in the pit of his stomach. Whatever this feeling was, he couldn't shake it. They walked together for a little bit longer before they came to a stop in front of the blonde’s place. They said their final goodbyes and parted ways. Reno stayed outside her apartment just long enough to look around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Shrugging, he shoved his hands into his pockets and started for his own place.
The Turks had gathered in their President’s office upon arriving in the building that morning. Rude, Rem, and Tseng had arrived within moments of each other. Truth be told, the Director hadn’t exactly left the building last night. No one would notice that he had taken a small nap in his office before coming in. With as important as this meeting was, there would be no room for mistakes. Sleep had been necessary. Rude just got a good night’s rest before coming in. Rem knew how important today was and decided to be a responsible Turk.
Reno was, of course, late. Why wouldn't he be? Wasn’t he always? Though, to his credit, when things like this occurred, he managed to show up on something that resembled on time. Checking the time, he still had a few minutes before he was due to arrive. But one thing that they found a little off was the fact that Elena wasn’t here yet. She was either always on time or a little early. They would give her the benefit of the doubt here. Maybe she’d just overslept? The blonde had been here a little later than usual last night.
Turning his back to the others, the bald one reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. His red headed companion’s number was on speed dial; tapping it and listening to it ring, he wondered how many calls it would take for him to answer. The record was five. His foot began to tap after it went to voicemail the first time. Either he was asleep or in the shower. Rude let it ring to voicemail a second time. Nothing. The man kept trying; Reno had a habit of dropping his phone or ignoring it in his apartment during his morning routine. However, it was when the call count bordered on the fifteenth call that he was starting to get worried.
“Reno isn’t answering his phone.”
“I mean, isn’t that normal though?”
But something wasn’t sitting well in the pit of her stomach so she reached for her phone and dialed the redhead’s number as well. Each and every time, it went to voicemail. While Rude and Rem tried to get ahold of Reno, Tseng decided to try and get in touch with Elena with no avail.
“Neither is Elena.”
That was when Rufus looked up from his desk. His Turks could handle themselves, he knew enough about their lives and habits that they could sort themselves out. However, hearing that one of them was acting out of the normal brought him pause. Even if she had been out late doing whatever it was the Turks did when they were no longer office bound, she still showed up on time. Or answered her phone.
“What do you mean she’s not answering her phone?”
Had the redhead heard that, he might have made a comment about the pecking order around there. Though it could be thought that Reno was lowest priority, that wasn’t really the case. He was capable of taking care of himself. Not to say that Elena wasn’t, it was just the redhead had vastly more experience in this line of work than she did and the potential for her to not escape an ambush or a kidnapping was . . . Well, no. The blonde was pretty good in a fight. There was no doubt about that. But the fact she wasn’t here just didn’t sit right with anyone.
“Sirs.” Everyone’s eyes were immediately on the door. One of their messengers rushed over out of breath and handed an envelope to Tseng. “This just arrived at the front desk. I ran up as fast as I could.” The man took a moment to breathe again, several more seconds of silence before he managed to get out, “Said it was important that you get it as soon as possible. Your childrens’ lives depended on it.”
The Director dismissed the messenger and they all waited until the man was gone before looking down at the envelope.
“That’s strange. As far as I’m aware, you don’t have children.”
“True, but don’t you find it strange that this arrives upon the fact we’re missing two of our number?”
Though there were precautions to take in regards to suspicious mail, but too many things needed to be done. They needed answers now. So they cleared a spot on the blond’s desk and opened the envelope. Its contents spilled out onto the desk and it was a CD. Dangerous as though it might have been, they loaded it into the computer and a pop up appeared. Clicking on it, a video began to play.
At first, it was difficult to distinguish what was going on. There was nothing but darkness. Lights started to come on one by one and they saw a tuft of blonde hair. A gruff computerized voice grunted, gave the woman a little kick. She groaned, but cried out a moment later when the man reached for her hair and pulled her up. Something was shoved into her hands. When the camera focused on it, the words, “We have your daughter.”
There was a shout from somewhere off to the side. They heard something that sounded like Reno’s voice shout, but it was difficult to make out what it was. A thug came staggering into view before he fell. The camera looked over to see a battered and bruised Turk roundhouse kicking another thug into submission. They watched as the redhead ran over but he tripped. On what, they couldn't see. They watched as he struggled to get up only to be kicked in the ribs. Coughing, he fell and they kicked the shit out of him. The camera man walked over to the passed out body of the male Turk and tossed another sign down and this one read, “We have your son.”
The camera swiveled around to the man’s face. His features were covered by that of what looked like an ornate mask. When he spoke, the jaw on the mask moved with it.
“We have your son and your daughter. If you want them back, alive, you’ll give in to our demands.”
The ‘credits’ began to roll after that and the video had to be paused to read everything. Obviously, they weren’t going to give in to these people. Even if Turk lives were at stake, they knew what they were getting into when they took this job. The Director was about to make a judgement call when the lights went out. The cellphones of the Turks began to go off, alerting them to what was going on. There had been a security breach. But how was that possible? There was another commotion at the door. Rude went for whoever that might have been while Tseng and Rem stayed with the President. They heard a woman scream and the lights came back on. Wasn’t that the President’s secretary?
Rude helped her up and she dusted herself off. After a small discussion and several apologies, she produced an envelope for them. This time, a letter was inside of it. The words didn’t make sense, not at first. Why were Reno and Elena constantly being referenced as ‘the son and the daughter’? It didn’t make sense.
“The price of your greed is your son and your daughter.” Tseng repeated, eyes glancing up at Rufus. “Have you any idea what that might be referring to?”
“No.”
Then what could it have meant then? From the video, they could determine that the ‘children’ were the two missing Turks. That much had been easy to figure out. However, why were they being referenced as such? Terrorist groups were a constant threat to ShinRa. Could it have been one of them? It was possible, but which one would be taking credit for this? Tseng was more than willing to pour himself over this note and find all the information out about it that he could, but something caught his attention.
“Rem, what is it you’re doing over there?”
“Checking the security breach; it doesn’t make any sense.” There was clicking and clacking and a lot of rapid eye movement. She was searching for something. “We should have known about it the moment they walked in the building. Why didn’t we? Why are we just learning about it now?” Camera after camera was searched until she discovered what she was looking for. The one set of cameras she couldn't access. Some digging and hacking later, she gasped. Everyone rushed over to see what she saw.
Elena was splayed out on the meeting room table. Reno was hanging from the ceiling by his ankles. There were pools of blood slowly starting to form. Judging by this, they hadn’t really been in there for very long. But how had their bodies been smuggled in? Rude was making a phone call down to the front desk to get answers while Tseng and Rem began to formulate some kind of place to get into the conference room.
From what they could tell so far, there were at least three other people in that room aside from the two injured Turks. They were heavily armored and weaponized. One of those men was sitting on what looked like a large metal chest. That might have been what they transported the two of them in. But shouldn’t that have been reported as suspicious if they came in the front door? Heh, bold of them to assume it was the front door. They got deliveries from other entrances so not as to crowd up the main lobby. That’s where they’d come from.
Rude got off the phone and walked over to the Director and whispered something into his ear. Master of hiding his facial expressions, the Director then leaned over and whispered something into the President’s ear. Keeping Rem out of the loop wasn’t deliberate per se, but given the information that had been uncovered it was best that she didn't know. Their emotional states did not need to be compromised anymore than they might already be. Decisions had to be made and they needed to be made quickly.
“Someone has to stay back here and monitor the cameras. I’ll need updates every couple of minutes. The rest of us will take various approaches to get inside the room. The vents, the halls, from below.”
The Director was explaining the plan that he had come up with all on the spot. But there was one flaw. What if the people in that room knew they had accessed the cameras? What if they had access to all the other cameras? What if they knew what was going on right now? There was so much room for error. But what else were they really supposed to do? There were obvious risks to this plan, but something needed to be done.
“I’ll stay back and watch the cameras. Go. Retrieve our Turks.”
The Turks nodded to their President as he took a seat back at this desk. The three of them quickly made their way out of the room and down the hallway. Almost immediately, they were given an update from their Boss; the men inside the room were getting up and getting into position. There were more of them than originally thought. The initial three they assumed were in there were actually closer to ten. Though this gave the Turks a moment of pause, they kept going. There was no way they were just going to leave those two alone in there.
When they got the crucial update, it didn’t make sense to them at first. If you were holding two Turks hostage, why would you not keep watch of them? Reno, who had previously been thought to be either passed out or near death, had managed to manipulate his body to curl upwards. One hand gripped the rope that had him tied while the other worked on getting the knot undone. It was difficult, but he got himself free. From there, he had very carefully placed bare feet on the conference table and began to untie Elena.
The redhead seemed to have a plan and communicated it to the blonde. She must have argued with him about it a little too loudly because that had gotten them some unwanted attention. Luckily for the Turks, there were hidden weapons in the room so they wouldn't have to fight completely unarmed. Reno fought a lot harder than his companion, or so he made it seem. Given they focused more of their attention on him than her, she had a lot easier of a time fighting her way towards the door.
However, she wasn’t fast enough to slam it shut afterwards. A gunshot rang out and the bullet went through her calf. A scream ripped free from her lungs and she rolled over in enough time to see one of the men taking aim at her. Reno shouted something before tackling the guy off to the side. Somewhere in the scuffle, he’d kicked the door shut. They shot the cameras out from inside the room and their updates from the office were gone.
It was Rem who shouted for Reno when their Boss reported all of this to them. She took off, leaving the other two in the dust. By the time they caught up, she was already tending to a wounded blonde. They all tried to get as much information as they could out of her; certainly she would have to know what this was all about, right? Rufus had caught up to them by now and he, too, wanted answers.
All she could really tell them was that this had something to do with a reactor. Whatever town or village or whatever they had destroyed to build it, these people were some of the only ones left. They were out for revenge. The whole ‘son and daughter’ thing was starting to make sense. Despite her injuries, Elena demanded to be allowed to continue on. Reno had risked his life for hers, she at least owed him to try and get him out. But when it was mentioned that since he did, in fact, risk his life for hers, she should repay him better by living. Reluctantly, she made her way towards medical. They had patched her up the best they could; she’d live long enough to get down there. The rest was up to the staff.
“So what’s the plan?”
“There is no plan. We just go in and kill them all.”
“Rem, we have to have a plan; you can just cowboy it up.”
“I’m with her.”
“Rude.”
The bald man was already flexing his hands and adjusting his gloves. What would Reno’s brother say if he knew this was happening? What a time to have a fucking solo mission. Once they reached the door, they could hear the scuffle dying down. Raised voices were talking shit to the captured Turk while his calm voice was practically begging them to go through with it. Rude was on one side of the door, Rem on the other. Rufus had never intended to sit this one out. His shotgun was trained on the door. Tseng had taken up a position beside him.
On the count of three, they had a plan to charge in. However, there was a small explosion from inside. They all recognized the sound of the boom. It was a specialty of Rude’s; so Reno had found that secret stash as well? They needed to get in there fast though. But they hesitated when several more went off. These weren’t Turk supplied. They belonged to the terrorist group. Fires were starting to rage inside the room, the sprinkles were activating.
Water began to seep out from under the door. Two voices were heard; one belonged to Reno while the other seemed to belong to the leader of this group.
“Well come on then, you fucking pussy. Do it. You gotta know even if you kill me, you and the rest of these idiots are just going to be lambs to the slaughter.” The Turk spit blood out of his mouth, cocked his head to the side. “The price of our greed was your sons and daughters, huh? That’s fucking rich.”
“SHUT UP!” The man’s voice was shaking. It was coated in hesitation. Whoever had told him that this would be an easy job had lied. There was nothing easy about this. “Just shut up and die!”
Gunshots were deafening in their own right. However, being on the opposite side of the place they were coming from held a different sort of quiet. After a couple seconds, more than just water began to seep out from under the door. There was blood in it. Someone was on the other side of that door, they were still breathing. They were coming closer. It was now or never.
They broke the door down only to see a lot of dead bodies and a severely wounded Reno stopping, holding his hands up in surrender. It took seconds to recognize what was happening here and the idiot sighed, looking off to the side.
“Wondered when you guys would get here. Didn’t really want to die alone.”
“You aren’t going to di- . . .”
But before Rem could finish, the redhead fell to his knees. While the shot he had fired had gone through the forehead of the leader, that man’s had pierced his chest. A centimeter in either direction and it would have killed him being so close to his heart as it was. Even if it had missed, it was still a near fatal shot. Unless they did something for him soon, he really would die.
“What have I told you, Reno.” Came the President’s voice. Though the Turk’s face was covered in blood, he still extended a hand and slapped him. “You don’t have permission to die. So you better stay alive.”
“Heh, yeah?” The redhead coughed, blood leaking out of the corner of his mouth. “I’ll do my be- . . .”
His vision had gone splotchy and his body began to fall forward. They caught him and rushed him off towards medical. It was a close call, but the man would live. He’d be out for a little bit, but he’d make a mostly full recovery.
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Warnings: none really. There’s some suggestive parts cause Remy. But nothing super bad.
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Virgil was always jealous of Remy. How could he be so confident?! Virgil hated that Remy could walk outside in a crop top booty shorts and fishnets without even a second of doubt. Virgil loved Remy’s style, he secretly bought his own version or Remy’s signature look. It had a black cropped hoodie that said daddy on it with purple short shorts and instead of fishnets it was stripped purple and black tights. He dreamed of the day he could walk outside in it. His makeup looking great and he would smile and laugh not even caring what looks people gave him. And oh god how Roman’s jaw would drop when he saw him. Virgil smiled to himself “one day.” He whispered.
One night he put his outfit on expecting Remy to be asleep and not for him to be barging into his room. He turned around quickly his eyes wide to see him smirking “what do we have here gurl?” He said slowly.
Virgil’s face heated up “I-I it’s n-nothing!”
Remy tisked “doesn’t look like nothing to me gurl. In fact. It looks like we’re going out tonight.”
Virgil almost burst into tears “no no no please Rem. Don’t make me go out like this.”
Remy slowly made his way around Virgil “but Verge you look so delicious like that. Romans going to flip. Don’t you want to surprise him. You look so good Verge so so good.”
Virgil blushed “y-you really think so?”
Remy smirked “gurl would I ever lie to you! Now come on ring that little boyfriend of yours. Well more like huge boyfriend of yours and let’s go!”
Virgil smiled looking at himself in the mirror. His eyeliner dark but his eyeshadow a soft purple along with his dark black lipstick “I do look good. And Roman is going to die.” He giggles and called Roman. “He Ro I have a surprise for you, meet me at the club on 2nd street. Don’t worry you won’t miss me.” He hung up and walked out to the living room grabbing his combat boots and Remy’s hand.
Remy smiled “I can’t wait to see Romans face when he sees you gurl, you look gorgeous Verge and I mean it.”
Virgil blushed softly “thanks Remy that means a lot.”
“What’s your secret?” Buck asks in the morning, into Eddie’s neck. His curls are dry and loose and they tickle Eddie’s cheek and jawline, making him smile, but he would’ve be grinning anyway.
“What secret?” Eddie says. “I don’t have a secret.” With the heavy weight of a half-naked Buck cuddled up against him in bed, everything they’ve been dancing around stripped away, it feels like the first time in at least twenty years that might actually be true.
Buck wriggles an arm up to tug gently at a strand of hair flopping over Eddie’s forehead. Eddie shivers and—well. There’s time for them to get in to what that could all mean later. “Your hair,” Buck says. “It’s always perfect.”
“You’re always perfect,” says Eddie. Gut-jerk. Sappy. Stupid. It feels good to say.
“I’m being serious!” Buck insists, pressing himself up off the mattress so he’s looming over Eddie a little. “I’ve never seen you with bad hair. Like, you should see yourself right now, you don’t even have any bedhead.” He waggles his eyebrows in an approximation of frowning at his own hairline. “Meanwhile I look like I’ve been electrocuted.”
“You’re perfect,” Eddie repeats. It’s true. Buck’s hair is mussed and he’s unshaven and back when their heads were knocked together Eddie could tell his morning breath was rancid. He’s the most beautiful thing Eddie’s ever seen.
“Eddie,” Buck says.
“Buck,” Eddie says, and pulls his best friend back down to bed with him.
okay this is very different from my usual wheelhouse, including my usual eddietommy. but EYE love it. hurt/no comfort. not Buck bashing exactly (I would never) but emotions are high and he’s not there to defend himself. unreliable narrator in full effect. be forewarned
46. … out of envy or jealousy
Tommy was moping. Eddie hated Tommy moping. They were allegedly watching the Clippers game (Tommy’s team, because Tommy loved an underdog), but Tommy’s gaze had barely strayed from his phone, which was face up on the coffee table, for the entire night.
“He’s not going to text you,” Eddie said bitterly.
Tommy gaped at him incredulously, which was fair, probably. They hadn’t exactly talked about Buck and Tommy’s break up. There was a lot they hadn’t talked about.
“He’s not going to text you,” Eddie repeated. The words felt like they were coming out of some jagged, ugly gash deep inside of him. “He baked for a week and then he was over it. You dumped him and he’s out on a date tonight and you’re holed up here pining over him and ignoring me.”
Tommy shook his head like he was trying to clear away fuzz. “Eddie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like—”
“You didn’t mean to make me feel a lot of things,” Eddie said, dripping with uncharitability. “Why him?”
“Why—what—why Evan?” Tommy asked.
“Why him?” To his horror, Eddie could feel tears welling up. “I thought we clicked. The night of that basketball game? Why did you kiss him?”
Tommy was quiet. Eddie couldn’t bring himself to look at him.
“Why didn’t you kiss me?” Eddie whispered.
He felt a warm, broad hand on his knee. Tommy, reaching out. It wasn’t very comforting.
“Eddie, I can’t—I don’t—” Tommy sounded like he was on the verge of tears too.
“I know,” Eddie said. “I know he’s your first choice. Even though you gave him up. Even if he doesn’t want you anymore. Even if I’m right here.” He crowded up against Tommy, meeting no resistance. The last words were breathed against Tommy’s lips.
Eddie wanted to kiss him. Eddie had always wanted to kiss him. So he did. Tommy didn’t push him off. Not even when the kiss ended.
It was short. It was wet, because they were both crying. It wasn’t very good. It was Eddie’s first kiss with a man.
“I think you should go, Eddie.” Tommy sounded wrecked.
Thanks for the prompt anon! Here’s Buddietommy x Listening to Someone’s Heartbeat:
As soon as Tommy opens the door, Christopher is off to his room without so much as helping to put a single grocery away, muttering “homework,” under his breath. Tommy has his suspicions that ‘homework’ in fact looks a lot more like Fall Guys with his friends, but he lets him go without comment. Chris is doing really well in school, so it isn’t like he needs a talking to about time management, and honestly, it warms Tommy’s chest every time Chris gets a little flippant and teenagery. It means that he’s comfortable with him and he trusts him. Remembering his own teenage years, Tommy values that he’s able to give what he didn’t have growing up to another kid.
It doesn’t take Tommy too long to restock the fridge and the pantry with everything they just bought. Especially without any interruptions—the house is almost completely quiet, except for a soft giggle coming from Chris’s room that all but confirms he’s not actually hitting the books. With everything put away, Tommy makes his way to the bedroom.
Sure enough, Evan and Eddie are taking a nap together. Even on the Alaskan King mattress they had specially ordered they’re pressed up into each other’s space, curled together tightly. Evan’s face is buried in between Eddie’s neck and collar bone, and Eddie’s nose is pressed into Evan’s soft curls.
Tommy takes a moment to enjoy the view of his two boys, before stripping down and pulling on a clean pair of sweatshorts so he can clamber into bed with them.
They shift to accommodate him without really waking up. Tommy plasters himself to Eddie’s side, who moves into him willingly, adjusting so he can burrow his head against Tommy’s chest, famous Eddie’s favorite pillow. One of Evan’s big hands comes to rest gently on Tommy’s thigh, closing the circle and connecting them all together. Tommy sighs with contentment and certainty, even as he feels his pulse spike from all the heavy emotions flowing through him.
“Your heartbeat’s so loud,” Eddie mumbles drowsily.
“Whazzit? What’s wrong?” Evan adds. “Tommy?”
Tommy chuckles softly. “I’m just nervous,” he says.
Evan lets out an adorable sleepy little snort. “Whatter you nervous for?”
Tommy takes a moment to study them. They’re perfect, and they’re his. He can’t believe how lucky he is. “Because I’m going to ask you both to marry me.”
“Don’t need to be nervous,” says Eddie, eyes still closed. “We’re going to say yes.”
“When we wake up though, okay?” Evan says into Eddie’s hair.
“Sure,” Tommy agrees lightly. He feels so cozy like this, he’s drifting off himself. “When you wake up.”
Twenty minutes later, he’s startled awake by Evan socking him in the stomach, Eddie’s giggle, and an indignant squawk—“that was how you proposed?!”
“It just came out,” Tommy says, laughing even as he rubs his belly gingerly. “I listened to my heart.”
