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am I more than you bargained for, yet? Ch.3

A series of one-shot Tneil AUs. When they start the “engagement”, it seems like a good idea.

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oswaldz​ our last conversation made me want to grab all my favorite songs and write one-line tneil fics about them. so, i did.

make up your mind, let me leave or let me love you/while you’ve been saving your neck i’ve been breaking mine for you

tom’s convinced himself he doesn’t feel anything for neil, he never has, he is 100% Completely Heterosexual and his denial is sending neil deeper into the end of a bottle.

you were found out and had to walk in darkness without the only thing you care about

sunsets, stolen kisses, the shouting that pierces their eardrums as their door is knocked down. they should have known they’d never deserve to be happy.

and i returned to my beautiful city, black skies change into blue/and though my love is so wise and so pretty, some nights i’ll still dream of you

the war is over. years pass. lives are rebuilt. tom still wakes up and finds himself wishing for a different person curled up beside him.

leave me at the altar/knowing all the things you just escaped

neil leaves in the middle of the night, not even leaving a note. he doesn’t deserve excuses. tom doesn’t deserve a curse like him.

that night’s a familiar taste in my mouth/i’d still be waiting seven years for one moment just to try

there’s one night, after too much whiskey and sexual tension and too little inhibitions. one night they try and forget. and then it’s a year later where tom has a fiancee, and she doesn’t know about his preferences, no one can know - it was a mistake. a stupid mistake a year ago that meant nothing. he ignores the way he can still taste neil’s lips every time he closes his eyes. he’s fine. he’s fine. he’s going to be fine.

i’m afraid to sleep because of what haunts me/now it’s like the night is taking sides with all the worries that occupy the back of my mind/could it be this misery will suffice?

back in america, tom is haunted by the nightmares, the memories - he left because france held too many old horrors not even neil could keep away. he didn’t realize they would follow him back home.

can we ever get rid of the whats and the ifs/i was caught between the weight of everything i couldn’t say

they both know they’re in love with the other. it’s weighing down like the world is caught on their shoulders, but it doesn’t matter. they’re with other people. they’re in different countries. it never would have worked out, anyways.

i will go if you ask me to/i will stay if you dare

when they talk about it there isn’t much talking; there’s shouting, fighting, crying. there’s ‘i never wanted to leave’. they know the world is against them. they don’t care. the world can go fuck itself, as long as they’re together.

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oswaldz replied to your post “oswaldz replied to your post “okay so everyone has those favorite...”

i'M NGL IT WEIRDLY REMINDS ME OF TOM AND NEIL AND I HAVE NO IDEA? LIKE NOT TO MAKE EVERYTHING ABOUT X COMPANY BUT THAT'S WHY I BOUGHT THE SONG AND NOW IT'S WAY MORE THAN THAT BUT STILL MAKES ME THINK OF THEM

P L E A S E MAKE EVERYTHING ABOUT X COMPANY THOUGH

OKAY BUT FUCK NOW THIS IS GIVING ME A LOT OF FEELS

like just imagine after the war, tom goes back to america and neil goes back to london ((if you want to get really angsty, throw in a ‘so, you’re going?’ ‘give me a reason to stay’ conversation))

and they’re both focused on putting their lives back together and dealing with the ptsd and just coming to terms with the fact that the war is /over/, they don’t have to keep a knife under their pillow, they don’t have to fight for their life at any second

but beyond all that they can’t stop thinking of each other in between waking nightmares and memories that appear behind every corner, every casual conversation

‘you must be somewhere in london, you must be loving your life in the rain/i’m in a los angeles cathedral, minor singing airheads sing for me’ is 110% what tom is thinking all the time

and the line ‘afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners’ just sends me this picture of neil strolling through the streets in the middle of the night, a cigarette in one hand and a bottle in the other - because he can’t forget everything, can’t stay in the same four walls that is consistently feeling like his own version of hell - and one night he gets a little too drunk and dials tom’s number at 3 am and he hears tom pick up the phone (he’s up, of course he’s up) and say ‘hello?’ and neil just waits and listens, frozen, and he remembers how far away tom is (put an ocean and a river between everybody else) and how he’s probably got his whole life back up and started and he can’t change that, he /can’t/, so instead he just holds the phone until tom hangs up with a sigh. and then he finishes his routine of walking the streets except this time he feels even emptier than he normally does - he doesn’t know if it’s because of the gin, or the phone call.

(of course he knows)

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“I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL EVERYONE IS PICTURING TOM AND NEIL SURVIVAL...”

BECAUSE I NEED TO TALK ABOUT TOM AND NEIL IN AS MANY FIC TROPES AS POSSIBLE. Plus lmao imagine Tom making it so awkward he's the worst person to be survival cuddling with.

YES OH MY GOD

‘so, uh . . . do you come here often?’

‘tom for christ’s sake we’re in a safehouse and you’re bleeding out of your stomach you don’t have to try and flirt with me’

‘i’m not FLIRTING . . . OBviously . . .’

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am I more than you bargained for, yet? - ch. 1

A collection of Tom/Neil AUs.

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Uni. Okay. Neil looks around his tiny room. Uni, he can take. The tiny, shared dorms, even. But American uni? He sighs. This is going to be a fucking nightmare.

He’s already met his roommate - Aidan, an effervescent, outgoing kind of person who already is talking about the kind of parties they’ll be having. Neil considers going right down to the residence desk and asking for a new roommate, but he’s already handed in his damage deposit and signed all the paperwork, so the chances of the staff actually doing anything are slim to none.

He takes a quick look around for the list his sister had made him, but there’s no sign of it. She’d been adamant that he have some sort of organization to begin with - well, so much for that. He looks at his boxes - still labeled with things like kitchen supplies and christmas decorations from previous uses. Thinking back, he really should have taken Effie up on her offer to help him pack. But really, how hard can it be? He’s going to be unloading it all, anyways.

When the knock comes on the door three hours later, Neil gives up on trying to unpack. It’s useless, anyway - it looks a million times worse than when he started.

He manages to make his way through the haphazard pile of clothes, books, and empty boxes, and reaches to open the door. When he does, he’s met by a tall, lanky, and annoyingly attractive guy standing in the doorway. Right, right - Aidan had told him that his boyfriend might be stopping by.

“Hi, I’m Tom.” The man says in a voice that is probably meant to sound welcoming, but comes out vaguely disinterested. “I’m -”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve heard all about you. I’m Neil.”

“I was just coming to introduce myself.” The man says, looking mildly confused. Maybe Aidan didn’t usually talk about him to roommates he’d only known for a matter of hours?

“Hey, come on in.” Neil says, opening the door as much as possible with the amount of clutter on the floor. “I mean, if you can.”

“Are you sure?” Tom looks surprisingly hesitant. What, he thought he was just going to have to wait in the hallway?

“‘Course I’m sure.” Neil replies, and gestures into the room. Tom manages to muddle past the doorway, and Neil shuts the door behind them.

“So.” He says, suddenly self-conscious about the clutter. “Uh, Aidan’s going to be back soon, so -”

“So we should get started, then.” Tom replies, and before Neil can even comprehend what’s happening, Tom is stepping closer to him and his tongue is in his mouth and holy shit -

“What the hell?” Neil pushes away, after a moment. (Tom’s a handsome guy. Neil can forgive himself for a moment.)

“Is this not what we’re doing?” Tom asks, and he’s so calm and cool that Neil’s sure he seems like a bumbling idiot.

“No!” Neil exclaims hotly. Then, “what is this, exactly?”

“So you didn’t just invite me into your dorm to have sex with you.” Tom replies, deadpan, and a wave of absolute mortification flashes through Neil. Oh, fuck no.

“You’re - you’re Aidan’s boyfriend.” He stammers, backpedaling wildly.

“Aidan . . .” There’s no recognition on Tom’s face.

“My roommate.”

Tom laughs, suddenly - and then keeps laughing, until Neil is red in the face and more than a little pissed (at himself and at Tom). “Sorry, sorry.” He manages to swallow the laughter. “We just got our wires crossed there. I’m Tom Cummings - your RA.”

“Fuck.”

“Uh, yeah.” Tom reaches down to grab a folder that he must’ve dropped on the floor at some point, and when he straightens up to hand Neil a page out of it, he finally looks just the tiniest bit flustered. “There’s some basic rules and regulations on there, and we have a meeting tonight at five in the common room.”

“A meeting?” Neil’s lack of enthusiasm must show, because Tom shrugs his shoulders.

“There’ll be pizza.” He replies nonchalantly.

“Well, then.” Neil says a little too quickly, and Tom smirks again.

“Well, as . . . interesting as this was, I have other people to meet.” He says, gesturing to the door. “Although I doubt they’ll make as much of an impression.”

Before Neil can get past his mental block, Tom is shooting him a smile and a “see you around,” and walking out the door.

“Oh, fuck.” Neil mutters to himself again; no doubt he’s going to be saying that a lot in the next while.

He closes the door, and sinks back against the wall. What a way to start off his first day. Not even first day, technically, since classes don’t start until tomorrow.

He closes his eyes for a quick second, and the image of Tom pressed up against him flashes through his head in vivid detail.

Oh, fuck.

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