Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines (under extreme revision)

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WARNING: INCLUDES SUGGESTIVE MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

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You are the biggest idiot. 

That's what you thought to yourself as you read the big bold headlines "Reunited: British Actor, Thomas Sangster seen leaving small pub within Central London with ex-lover, Y/N Y/L/N." and your drunken face plastered in the cover. You put your palms over your face, breathing deeply at your stupidity, of course the attractive man you've coincidentally slept with had to be your ex-boyfriend! 

You remembered it as clear as day, your friends had actually convinced you to go to the pub called "Martys" deeming that you'd have a good time except for the fact that they had left you in the middle of the dance floor, shitfaced and unaware that they had left. You kept on dancing, uncaring whether you bumped with a few people, drink in hand. A man approached you, flashing lights illuminating him that the only thing you saw clearly was his tousled blonde-ish hair. 

"Love, I hate to tell you this but your friends just got up and left you." His words echoed in your ear making you tilt your head as you tried to processed what he said but the music was too loud.

"Come on! Live a little, why don't you? Dance with me!" Shock crossed the man for a split second but obliged, swaying his body lightly against yours, being slightly buzzed himself. 

The rest of the night went by on a blur, you remembered stepping out of the pub with the accented man on your arm assisting you and then being tangled onto his sheets letting out sounds of pleasure before you just blacked out. You remembered having a hammering headache, groaning as you swore to never drink ever again and your hand accidentally swatting a back that you never knew was there until a groggy and deep groan rang inside a seemingly familiar room. 

You rubbed your eyes as you quickly put on the clothes you had and grabbing your bag on the way, not bothering to turn to look at the person once more knowing that this was just one of the one-night stands you'll eventually forget but turns out, it was one that tainted your mind all your life. 

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Your phone suddenly rings, flashing your friend's contact name and you already know what was about to come. 

"So uh, heard you landed on a lover's bed huh. Literally." You friend giggles through the phone making you roll your eyes. 

"It was a one time thing, you idiot. Plus, we've already broken up so..." 

"Yeah, so it'd be that you're both reunited like the articles say then?" You friend lets out a cackle making you sigh in annoyance mostly at yourself for making such mistake. 

"Shut up, I'm hanging up now." 

You slam your phone down onto the plush chair beside you as you crossed your arms, grumbling at how you were so careless for even agreeing to go to the pub knowing you had very little tolerance towards alcohol and Thomas knew this so maybe that was why he approached you that one fateful night. A small smile blossomed on your lips, not hiding the adoration at how your ex-boyfriend seemed to still care for you even after you've already broken up. Your phone buzzes and you furrow your brows, picking up your phone and your eyes doubled in size as you saw a number you thought you'd never see again saying, 

So uh, you woke up in my bed? 

You were screwed. Figuratively and literally. 

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