#friendiversary

Happy Friendiversary sister, I can't believe it's been 8 months already, and I can't wait for it to be more. I love you <3

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thank you so much for the prompt! and yay! we thought so. 🥰

below you'll find my angsty little drabble before @30somethingautisticteacher pops in with her fluff!! 💕(we really liked this one)

fills so far: pets, siblings, health issues, disaster wedding

“Oh my god,” Evan laughs, light and teasing, as he rounds the table and plants himself beside Tommy. “Is this you?”

He teeters, tipsy with affection or lack of balance, nearly spilling the two mugs of coffee he sets down. Old photographs and mementos are scattered across the table. Tommy’s grandmother had left behind a box when she passed.

“Yeah,” Tommy says, grinning. “Didn’t choose my haircut.”

“It’s so cute,” Evan says, reaching over to ruffle Tommy’s hair. “Your curls were adorable even then.”

Tommy leans into the touch. “Well, the neon shorts and tube socks leave something to be desired.”

“I don’t know,” Evan says, waving the photo in front of Tommy with a playful smirk. “If you wore those to basketball, I’d be more inclined to join.”

Tommy snorts, plucking the picture from his fingertips. Evan tucks one knee up and fans the photos out before them. Tommy’s hand stills on one.

It’s him, curled under his mom’s arm, face beet red, sunburned and beaming, their matching Dodgers hoodies nearly glowing in the light. Her arm is slung around his shoulders. His hair is wild. They look so…alive.

Tommy’s chest fills with warmth, followed quickly by sorrow, and he holds back tears that threaten to break free.

Evan leans closer. “Who’s that?”

“Me and my mom,” Tommy says, voice soft as he flips the photograph. Scrawled across the back is a note – Tommy & Julia, 1990. “She died not long after this.”

Evan’s palm brushes the small of Tommy’s back, warm and gentle. His knee nudges against Tommy’s hip and Tommy uses it to ground himself.

“She was beautiful,” he says.

“She was, wasn’t she?” Tommy murmurs, eyes still locked on the picture. “I miss her.”

“I bet,” Evan says, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Tell me about her?”

Tommy’s heart unhinges, cracking open under Evan’s gentle touch, expanding with each admission of pain, each gentle hold of hope. “She was brilliant. Said helicopters were like hummingbirds – strong and beautiful, but fierce. Hovering when everything else kept moving. She loved that they could just stay still.”

“Is that what got you into flying?” Evan asks, eyes bright.

Tommy nods. “She would’ve loved you.”

“I’m sure I would’ve loved her too,” Evan says, arms slipping around Tommy’s waist. “She raised you.”

Tommy chuckles. “The good parts, at least.”

Evan frowns, tucking a curl behind Tommy’s ear, his palm cradling the back of his neck. “You’re all good parts.”

They share another soft kiss as the weight of loss weakens in Tommy’s chest, settled by the soothing support of Evan, holding onto all that remains of his mother.

Weeks later, when he’s muttering curses and scrubbing grease from the stove, Tommy notices it. Framed above the sink, nestled between blooming flowers.

The photo.

Coming in with the fluff and @sunnywithachanceofbi will follow up with the angst!

****

"Brace yourself, Ev," Tommy said as he opened the front door.

"Uncle Tommy!" a small voice squealed.

"Hey, Princess!" Tommy said, scooping up a little girl with dark curls.

"Who's this?" she asked, pointing at Buck.

"Cora, this is my boyfriend."

Buck waved. "Hi there."

"Ohhh, do you kiss?" she asked with wide eyes.

Buck's face went scarlet.

"Sure do," Tommy said and planted one right on Buck's lips.

"Did you hurt your eye, Uncle Tommy's boyfriend?" Cora asked, tilting her head with concern.

Buck chuckled. "Nope, it's just a birthmark."

Cora considered that for a moment, studying his face seriously. "I like it," she said, then suddenly brightened and ran off toward the kitchen.

"Mama! Uncle Tommy and his boyfriend are here!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.

Tommy shook his head with a grin. "Sorry about that. She's not exactly subtle."

"Remember when Jee asked you why your hair was turning so gray? You and I are no strangers to the honesty of kids," Buck said with a knowing smile.

"Hey, big brother," a very pregnant woman said as she waddled into the room and wrapped Tommy in a hug. "And you must be the famous Buck. I'm Nicole," she said warmly, extending her hand.

"Nice to finally meet you," Buck replied, shaking her hand gently. "Tommy talks about you all the time."

"Of course he does. I've always been his favorite relative," Nicole said with a smirk.

Tommy snorted. "Yeah, that was really stiff competition," he said, placing his hand gently on his sister's belly. "Besides, Cora and this little guy are my favorite relatives."

"What about me?" Buck asked with mock offense.

"You're not a relative yet," Tommy said with a grin, then caught himself. "I mean—"

"Yet?" Nicole raised an eyebrow, looking between them with interest.

"Yes, Cora, of course I'll join you for a tea party," Tommy said, pretending to hear her calling from the other room.

"Thomas Michael Kinard, do you have something to tell me?" Nicole asked, using his full name like she did when they were kids.

Tommy looked from his sister to Buck, who smiled and nodded encouragingly. "We're getting married!" Tommy announced.

Nicole squealed and immediately pulled them both into the best group hug her pregnant belly would allow. "I knew it! I could tell the moment you walked in. I've always been very perceptive."

Tommy snorted. "Sure you have."

"You better watch it, or I'll start telling your future husband all kinds of embarrassing stories," Nicole threatened with a mischievous grin.

Buck's eyes lit up. "Please do. I need all the ammunition I can get."

"Traitor," Tommy muttered, but he was smiling.

"Like the time you cried watching Dumbo when you were 15," Nicole began.

"Nicole!" Tommy warned, his face turning red.

"Or when you went through your punk rock phase and tried to pierce your own ear with a safety pin—"

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