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It doesn’t take him long to realise why chess is suddenly so popular. It’s not Mrs Wells teaching as he’d assumed; it’s Sergeant Angel. His face goes hot with embarrassment and he tries to calm himself, of course people don’t care about chess, he’s still a bloody loser. But wait. His anger is quickly replaced by a thought: ‘Sergeant Angel likes chess too?’

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The only thing louder than Nicholas crashing into the catacombs was the sound of his scream when he landed.

"A sweet smell drifts into the air, but instead of distracting his thoughts about Danny, it only seems to intensify them. Usually they just talk, but there’s been a few times where he’s come round for more than just a chat…"

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“You made a mistake.” Skinner's breath ghosts over his ear as he talks low — the charm that’s captured the rest of Sandford beginning to work on him. “You were just doing your job.”

Nicholas’ own breaths are extremely hard to find — impossible even, when a gentle hand falls on his hip. It’s like fire, and he’s mortified to discover that he doesn’t mind being burned a little.

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After Nicholas watches through Somerfield's security tapes, Lurch isn't the man to escort him out.

if they haven't been requested would alt 5 or 6, or perhaps day 23: overwhelmed be of interest? fandom/pairing wise ehh itd pref be benthan or andygary (i dont see any twe fics anymore, sadly) but i'll fully leave it up to you! all of your fics are bangers and i re-read them constantly :3

lemme know what you think and hope you're having a great day <3

"Ethan?"

Benji's voice is hushed, imploring as he lifts a hand to rest on Ethan's shoulder. When he doesn't get a response, he shuffles closer to him on the edge of the bed, sitting by his side.

"Please. Talk to me Ethan."

He gasps when Ethan grabs him, pulling at him fiercely to hold his head against his chest. It's uncomfortable; his back is stretched and bent at a funny angle, but Benji can't bring himself to move — especially when he feels the staggered rise and fall of Ethan's breaths. Despite the pain, Benji relaxes into his arms.

He doesn't pry for answers, or whisper words of comfort.