Actor Imagines: Thomas Brodie Sangster Book 2

The Short Shorts Trilogy Part One

I sat on my phone, mindlessly scrolling instagram as usual. While I sat on the bed having given up with reading my book the sun shining thought the open window and the sounds of guns, murder and pillage coming from downstairs. I stumbled onto some videos of girls making new cute clothes out of there boyfriend's old clothes, I must have sat going thought this tag for a good ten minutes watching people make dressed from button downs, bralets from boxers and so on and so on I looked up from my phone a moment looking at the perfect build in wardrobe with mirrors draws and doors one side, my own perfectly placed and organized and then the other side where hangers where half falling, the draws wouldn't close and there was even some on the floor so I put down my phone and hopped off the bed. Hurrying down the staircase and jumping into the living room leaning on the wall looking it, the floor s little cluttered, the table covered in bits and bobs mostly scripts and motorcycle parts in boxes on the dining table, the guitars perfectly on the walls and the lights backlighting the shelves and glass cabinet, the three huge windows letting in light even if the blinds where down the string of fairy lights around the rim, the tv sat in the corner playing some games in wasn't sure what, and on the sofa sat Thomas with the controller in his grey sweatpants and blue triumph shirt his feet on the table with his fluffy blue socks and a beer on the arm of the sofa that he would occasionally grab and take a sip off as he plaid 

"Hi Tommy" I smiled evilly

"Hi, what do you want?" He asks me hardly looking from the screen

"What do you mean?" I asked 

"You only pull that face when you want something, what is it?" He asks 

"I need you to come do a job" I smiled 

"What job?" He asks pausing his game and glaring at me 

"Come up to our bedroom and find out" I smirked running back up the stairs and within seconds he was running up behind me the second I got inside the bedroom he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and kissed up my neck 

"Soo… what job do you need me for baby?" He smirked 

"Clean out your side of the wardrobe" I told him pushing his arms away and sitting on my bed 

"You made me leave my game to tidy my wardrobe?" He asks a little annoyed

"I did, but your here now so you might as well do it" I smiled 

"There's nothing wrong with my side of the wardrobe babe" he laughs 

"Thomas it was like that when I moved in I'm almost convinced the damn thing grows or there's a Portal to Narnia in there" I laughed "you literally use like three of the shirts in the whole thing and like two of your suits that are hung up everything else you just take out the clean washing basket and put into your body" I laughed

"True…"

"So clean it out, anything you haven't worn in the last six months get it out my dam house"

"What about-"

"Premier clothes are a different matter, you throw them out if they don't fit you anymore"

"I will fit all of them" I sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed and began sorting 

"Not all of them you won't"

"Yes I will, I haven't grown in many years babe"

"When exactly did you grow?" I asked him

"Uuuhh… when I was ten I had growth spurt went from tiny to medium child"

"Simon brown height?"

"Yep, issue was I didn't grow like at all for a while and I was actually worried my mum took me to a doctor and everything, then when I was eighteen I had a another growth spurt it was horrible the second most painful experience in my life that bloody growth spurt then after that I grew a little more then stopped when I was twenty and I literally haven't grown anymore since" he explained as he sorted 

"You grew a chubby little tummy" I smiled 

"What? It's Chubby?"

"To be fair Thomas you have spent the last six months sat on your butt eating cheetos and playing payday"

"I didn't think my tummy was chubby" he whines 

"Maybe you should exercise" I smiled 

"I'm not allowed to"

"Why not?' 

"My agent says I can't messes with the… young look for work"

"Yeah… guess a muscular seventeen years old would look weird" I laughed "that and you get any skinnier your gonna disappear up your own ass" 

"Love you too y/n" he laughs

"Love you Tommy" I giggled hugging him tightly as I noticed him folding a pair of comfy black sweatpants and putting them in his throw pile "your getting rid of these?"

"Yeah, I haven't worn them that's the rules" he shrugs 

"Can I have them?" I asked 

"I guess… there kinda old"

"How old?" 

"I may or may not have bought them… when I was sixteen"

"Wow you really haven't grown in anyway" I laughed "still can I have them?"

"Sure" he shrugs so I grabbed them and hugged them closer l they were soft and cosy and of course as most of his clothes so they smelt like Thomas, "I thought you didn't like sweatpants? Because and I quote they don't enhance your butt and that's a problem for any garment" 

"I have a idea" I smiled 

"Okay…." He said a little confused. I gave him a kiss and ran off downstairs to find my sewing machine...