TSV oneshots

Thief

//written for number 1 of this week's writing prompts from 2set.writingprompts on instagram//
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Eddy could feel the tears press on as the realization set in. He'd gotten out of the shower as the last person after a gym class he'd rather be without to find his clothes gone. His t-shirt, his jeans and his hoodie.

And it wasn't like someone had taken the wrong clothes either, because there was literally nobody who dressed like him in his class. He was used to this kind if stuff, though. People seemed to think it was fun to pick on him and call him gay, nerd or other mean names. Sometimes they'd hide his violin, too, and that was the worst. His mom would kill him if something happened to it.

After a few minutes of feeling bad for himself, he slipped his sweaty gym clothes back on. At least he didn't have to go out in nothing but a towel.

The rest of the day, he got comments from the usual people about how bad he smelled. He tried to brush it off, but cried when he got home.

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"I feel like I need a shower," Eddy sighed as his husband hugged him immediately after he had stepped through the door. Turned out the bullies from school were right about him being gay, and funnily enough he ended up marrying a guy who went to the same school just a year over him.

"Stressful flight?" Brett, his husband, asked him, taking his suitcase and his violin case from him to carry inside. Eddy got his shoes off and placed them on the shoe rack.

"A bit, but it wasn't too bad. I just need to wash some hotel off of me," Eddy said, kissing Brett's forehead as he walked past to the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

After getting himself out of the hoodie, t-shirt and jeans he was wearing, he stepped into the shower, letting the warm water caress his body. There was always something else about coming home from a tour and taking a shower in your own shower.

After a few minutes he heard the bathroom door open.
"Brett?" he asked as if he just assumed that's who it was. He heard someone enter.

"Just me," Brett confirmed, and Eddy could hear him move around. "Just needed to get something."

"It's not like you haven't seen me naked before, so..." Eddy joked, and Brett laughed with him.

"I'll leave you to it, sorry to disturb," Brett said, sounding cheery as he left. Eddy didn't think much more about it.

That was until he got out of the shower to find all his clothes gone. His t-shirt, his hoodie, his jeans. Everything gone. The flashback to the gym class caused him to sigh heavily as he dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his hips to go to the bedroom and get some new clothes.

"You thief," Eddy muttered as he entered their bedroom, finding Brett on the bed in his hoodie and jeans, and presumably also his t-shirt. Brett smiled innocently at him, and Eddy went to their shared wardrobe to get himself something clean to wear.

"I sure hope that's not what happened yo my clothes when they were stolen after gym class that time," Eddy mumbled, mostly to himself as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants. The similarity to the events from his childhood were striking.

"Nah, I only wore your hoodie to bed for a while," Brett commented absentmindedly while scrolling through his phone, and Eddy quickly turned around to look at him.

"What?"

"Oh, uh, you didn't know? It was me who stole your clothes," Brett said, looking up from his phone. Eddy blinked a few times.

"What the fuck? Why?" Eddy demanded, his agitated mood only getting milder when he saw Brett's cheeks warm up.

"I had it bad for you and didn't know how to approach you. I didn't even know if you liked boys!" Brett explained, running a hand through his hair. "So little teenage boy Brett thought that stealing your clothes made sense? I don't know."

"I cried so much that day," Eddy sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Brett moved to place his arms around him from behind.

"I'm sorry. I was young, stupid and in love."

Eddy shrugged and leaned into Brett's arms, allowing him to comfort him. A tiny smile played on his lips.
"So, you slept in my hoodie, huh? You creep."

"You bet. I'm gonna sleep in your hoodie tonight too," Brett said, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too. Maybe I should quit being a soloist and come home to be with you all the time?"

"Don't you dare," Brett giggled, kissing him softly on the cheek again as he couldn't reach his mouth. "But I might steal a few more of your clothes before you go touring next time."