He kisses back, but lets himself be kissed however Henry wants to kiss him, which right now is exactly how he would have expected Prince Charming to kiss in the first place: sweet and deep and like theyâre standing at sunrise in the fucking moors. He can practically feel the wind in his hair. Itâs ridiculous.
ICONIC MOVIES | SICARIO (2015) dir. Denis Villeneuve
There she is... the Beast. JuĂĄrez.
You know, 1900s, President Taft went to visit President Diaz. Took 4000 men with him. And it almost was called off. Some guy had a pistol. Was gonna walk right up to Taft and just blows his brain out. But it was avoided. 4000 troops!
Think he felt safe?
For Idrisnnet's secret Santa event, Merry Christmas @jxmesfarrow <3
Ship: Thomastair
Genre and warnings: High school Christmas party au, very slight angst, lot's of fluff, alcohol consumption, swearing
Alastair always knew he and Thomas were never meant to be more than friends. Sixteen-year-old him had learned to accept that when he noticed how Thomas didnât look at him. He was always just a friend. Yet now, at his last high school Christmas party, and the last time all of his high school friends would be together, before moving on in life, he couldnât understand why his stomach felt like it was being wrung out, or why every time he looked at Thomas, heâd feel a sudden overwhelming feeling of longing. Alastair didnât venture much in love, preferring to keep to himself. The one time he did, didnât end well, and to put it lightly, had fucked him over in ways he didnât think were possible.
âHey, you..â Thomas said, sitting next to Alastair and handing him a plastic cup. Alastair tentatively took it and sniffed.
âWhy does this smell sour,â Alastair asked, scrunching his nose.
âLucie made it,â Thomas said, scrunching up his nose as he took a sip.
âCute.â Alastair thought, smiling to himself.
âWhy are you so lost in thought?â Thomas asked, poking the other boy gently. âItâs your last party as a high schooler, letâs have fun!â
âIâm having fun.â
âYou were literally just staring at the wall for the past fifteen minutes.â Thomas deadpanned, and promptly grabbed Alastair by his free hand.
âWhere are we going?â Alastair asked, trying to think of anything other than the way Thomasâs hand was wrapped around his, causing Thomas to merely wink.
âTo get wasted.â
âHow many jello shots is too many jello shots?â a very drunk Lucie yelled from behind Alastair, clinging onto Cordelia.
âYou can never have too many jello shots!â Cordelia yelled back, just as drunk as her friend.
Alastair was a little tipsy himself, having chugged down about two of Lucieâs interesting concoctions.
âAre you having fun?â a wild Thomas yelled into Alastairâs ear, causing the other boy to stumble a little in shock. âCareful.â Thomas giggled, slinging an arm around him and pulling him in.
This was weird.
âIâm fine Tom,â Alastair said, laughing a little as he moved away from Thomas and headed towards the snack table. âWant a cookie?â he asked the taller boy, who nodded and trailed behind Alastair.
âIâm so drunk,â Thomas said out of nowhere and started giggling. Alastair merely shook his head, suppressing a grin, and shoved a cookie into his mouth, and handed one to Thomas.
âIâm gonna miss this you know.â Thomas began, staring at the lights hung on the walls.
âMiss what?â
âEverything you know? School, home, my friends,â he turned to face Alastair. âYou.â That feeling of longing started bubbling in Alastairâs chest again, and maybe it was the alcohol speaking, but he didnât want to push it away this time.
âIâll miss everything too, and Iâll miss us,â Alastair whispered, staring at Thomas. his cheeks were slightly tinted from all the alcohol, and he felt the overwhelming desire to kiss those cheeks. He shoved more cookie into his mouth and looked away. Thomas cleared his throat awkwardly and took a bit of his cookie as well.
âOh my god!â a voice squealed. Lucie was jumping up and down and pointing at him and Thomas, which made Cordelia do the same.
âAlastair and Thomas are standing under the mistletoe! Oh my fucking god they have to kiss now!â Lucie screamed.
Alastair and Thomas looked up. âWell fuck.â thought Alastair, âthis isnât good, I am not going to leave here with my heart in one piece.â
âJust a small kiss, you know the rules.â a voice said, making them both blush. Thomas turned towards Alastair.
âJust a small peck? You know, between friends.â
Friends⌠RIght.
âYeah, just between friends,â Alastair said, stepping closer. Thomas cupped his cheek gently and pulled him in. Their lips met, and it was everything Alastair could have ever imagined. Thomasâs lips were warm and moved expertly against his own. He wrapped his hands around Alastairâs waist and pulled him closer. It was like fireworks and supernovas, and he didnât want to pull away. Alas, just at that moment, Thomas gasped and pulled away, his pupils blown out, and lips swollen. A cheer could be heard from their audience, but it felt like a mile away.
âIâm so fucked.â was all Alastair could think before he removed himself from Thomasâs arms and ran.
Finally, outside, Alastair allowed himself to breathe a little. The kiss was amazing, but Thomas saw him as a friend. He groaned and pulled at his hair in frustration.
âYouâre such a fucking idiot. You literally had two years to confess your feelings, and now youâre going to leave town with the last memory of your friend being the best kiss youâve ever had, with said friend, all while knowing this friend never even loves you like that.â he lamented out loud.
âEr... Alastair?â
Shit. Thomas was here.
Alastair turned and looked at his friend, the guy he had been in love with for two years.
âYou didnât happen to hear all that did you?â he asked sheepishly.
âWhy didnât you say something sooner?â Thomas asked, raising his voice a little. Was he mad?
âI- I knew you didnât like me like that, and I didnât want to make things awkward.â
âBullshit!â Thomas stepped closer to Alastair until they were only a foot apart.
âWeâre both such idiots,â Thomas said, laughing.
âWhat?â
âAlastair I love you too, as more than a friend! I thought I fucked up back there when you ran away like that oh my god.â
âWait what?â Alastair said, unable to believe his own ears. âThomas if this is some kind of sick joke I-â
âItâs not I promise. God, every time I looked at you it was like looking at a galaxy, I wanted to be with you so bad it hurt.â
âSame,â Alastair responded, rather lamely, making them both laugh.
âIs it too late?â Thomas asked, reaching for Alastairâs hand.
âItâs never too late Tom,â he responded, pulling Thomas closer, and that was all the excuse they needed, as they kissed again, except this time, they both knew that the love was mutual, and maybe, just maybe, they wouldnât be leaving each other behind.