TBS and Newt Imagines

tbs || family disasters

The lovely thirlwclls made me:

(1) fall in love with TBS all over again with her writing (check out her beautiful continuation of Begin Again on her profile!)

(2) guilty that I haven't updated in so long.

Here I am! Enjoy. This is dedicated to the aforementioned lady.

Thomas Sangster was a relatively peaceful man. He avoided fights, only using violence when necessary; he flourished under pressure and rarely threw fits. This was mostly because of (1) how his mother raised him, and (2) his years in law school. He was a respected name in the neighborhood and not one bad word could be said about him.

Thomas Sangster was a relatively peaceful man, but not when it is almost dinnertime and his fiance still hasn't arrived. He had planned a dinner at his house so that Y/N could meet his family. 

Here he was now, in his study, with his family mingling downstairs, trying to convince himself that his worrying was an overreaction. Y/N had only gone to her cousin's home to borrow some decent shoes since her best pair had a broken heel in one shoe and a small hole in the other. The house was only five minutes away, but it's been more than an hour since she left.

He had discreetly asked his father, Mark, to come and get her at her cousin's house but Mark hasn't returned either.

After a few gulps of his scotch, he went down the stairs to where his family was, under the illusion that Mark had only gone out to buy wine.

"Tommy, it's getting a bit dark. Perhaps you should come and get your ladylove to see if she's alright," Ava, his sister, said from the overstuffed chair by the fireplace, playing with the hem of her scarf nervously.

"It's where Papa had gone out to, Ava. And he still isn't back."

"Well, I will put the turkey back into the oven so it won't get cold," Tasha, his mother, said, rushing to the kitchen.

Thomas walked to his sister, Ava, to warm himself by the fire next to her. Ava, staring at her brother, scrunched her nose a little.

"You've been drinking, brother?"

Thomas' eyes flitted to his sister briefly before staring at the fire. "Y/N's not one to dawdle or wander around, Ava. She's not the type to forget the time, either. She's very aware of what she needs to do."

Ava sighed in response. "Well, God protect your Y/N. He knows how this good neighborhood gets when it's dark."

"That did not help my anxiety at all, Ava," he rubbed his hands in his face, and his sister hung her head, a little ashamed.

Loud boots thumping on the wooden door prompted Thomas and Ava to look to the door hopefully. It was Mark, unfortunately companionless.

"She said Y/N didn't set foot in her house today, and she has seen nothing of her the whole week. So."

"That does it. I'm going there myself." Thomas exhaled shakily and stomped determinedly out the door, only to bump (quite painfully) into a petite figure.

"Settle down, Tom!"

Thomas was a relatively peaceful man. Not this minute, though. No—this minute, he was seething.

"A word in my study, Y/N?" Thomas set the lead and climbed the stairs, hearing Y/N's heels tap beautifully on the wood.

He still possessed the decency to open the door for her, but once they were both inside and the door was closed, an inhuman instinct possessed him and before he knew it, he had trapped his love against the door; he could feel her breath panting, breathing on his collar (as, yes, she was that short).

He was too blinded by his nerves to process that they have never been in this position before. He had wanted to do right by her and avoid scandal, so he respectfully kept his distance... until now.

He looked at Y/N's scarlet face, wide eyes staring up at him.

"Do you have... the slightest idea... how worried I was?" Thomas hissed through his teeth. "You know how my mind races, Y/N... I imagined the most horrid things I can't even repeat."

"Thomas, I—"

"I was so worried I had to unlock my safe and bring out my liquor... I know I have been trying to cut back since we started courting, but Y/N... where the hell have you been?" Thomas' fist pounded the wooden door.

The way Y/N flinched and whimpered at the sound brought him back to his senses. Her hands were lifted to her face as if she were protecting it from possible harm.

"Oh, Y/N..." He took his spare hand (as one was resting right above her, on the door) and stroked her hair. He felt her shudder at his touch. Out of fear or want, he didn't know. Perhaps he didn't want to.

Perhaps it was the liquor, but something gave him the courage to press his lips against hers. He stopped awhile when she gasped in surprise, but didn't spare her a second longer. He was further encouraged when he felt her small hands on his shoulders.

"Thomas... stop... please..."

That snapped him out of his trance. Suddenly he sobered up, and all the events of the past hour started replaying in his head so vividly. Shocked, he then looked at her—really looked at her—and saw her tear-stained cheeks, red eyes, and pale complexion.

"Oh, my dear," he gathered her into his arms and pressed his nose against her hair. "please forgive me. Please."

He felt her nod, and so he led her to the chair near the window to relax. He noticed her staring at something; he followed her trail of sight and saw his bottle and glass resting on the table. He rushed to it and hid it promptly.

"Papa sent for you," he said silently, "he said you weren't at Heidi's house."

She looked up at him with confused eyes. "I was there the whole time. She had asked me to wait for her husband to come home so he could walk me back since it was dark. He didn't want to interrupt the family occasion and didn't come in earlier, but he was right outside."

"But Papa said..."

"Oh, Tom, your family... what must they think of me?"

Thomas knelt by her feet and took her hands in his. "Whatever negative thought they had at their first sight of you was my fault, darling. I'm sorry, I really am. And I will try to be a better husband for you once we're married."

"But... Tom, your father did not visit at all. Heidi didn't have any visitors that day."

"Maybe we can come downstairs and find out?" He stood up and offered her his hand.

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Mark was just as confused as everyone else when Thomas recounted the mystery to the whole family. Ava was holding Y/N's hand comfortingly; she fell in love with her brother's love immediately and it was as if they grew up together.

"I went, Tom, and the woman was alone in the house."

Y/N looked even more confused. "Heidi had her son with her. He wouldn't stop crying."

"Heidi?" Mark sighed. "You have another cousin in the area?"

"You went to visit Georgia, Heidi's sister," Thomas concluded, nodding in understanding.

Y/N was the first to laugh, soundlessly. "It was all a misunderstanding, then,"

Tasha, a fond smile plastered on her face, spoke, "I'm going to heat the Turkey; why don't you be a dear, Ava, and set the table?"

I have incorporated three requests: meeting TBS's family; TBS doing the "angry wall thing"; and a medieval/historical imagine.  

Thoughts?