#''odd thomas'' and ''I've got your number'' are such a good time you barely notice the world passing by

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going grape | t. bordeleau

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<- prev part, this is part two.

summary: you and thomas get close after you meet some of your dad's friends for the first time and he has to reintroduce himself to hide suspicion.

contains/tw: its not nsfw or 18+ but it is a little suggestive. mostly cuteness, and its kinda funny.

pairing: dbf!thomas x brisson!reader

word count: 2.4k

note: i hope you guys like this one !! im also thinking that the next part might be a continuation of this one? theres a lot to expand on :) remember to comment or send me an ask if you wanna be tagged in anything dbf!thom xx

"oh my god," you groaned, fanning your face as you trudged down the stairs. "it's so hot!"

the tiny white sundress you wore did nothing to cool the raging heat in your body. for some reason, the further you walked into the living space, the hotter you got.

"hello? is anyone even home?" you asked loudly, hoping to catch someone's ear. when you found yourself in the living room you noticed the sliding door to the backyard completely open, meaning the AC was off—the reason for the outrageous warmth in the house.

the closer you got to the backyard, the more sounds you heard. laughing, music, bottles clanking against one another. your soft, bare feet quietly pattered into the back where you were met with a bunch of unfamiliar faces.

they all looked so.. old.

well, not old old, you could just tell that they weren't young. but they were all handsome, you didn't know where all these attractive middle aged men came from and you were confused.

as soon as you caught sight of a familiar face, you heard your dad's loud voice from somewhere nearby. you found him in a split second and walked over to him with your head down, not wanting anyone to notice you.

"dad," you tugged on the bottom of his shirt as he stood behind the grill.

he turned to you with a spatula in his hand. "oh hey, honey. you finally woke up."

you furrowed your eyebrows. "i've been awake since twelve. who are these people?"

setting the spatula down, he turned to you and blinked, almost as if there were no thoughts in his head. the corners of your eyes crinkled as he remained silent before he put his hands on your shoulders and bent down to your level.

"you've never met any of these people?" he whispered so quietly you barely heard him.

you shuffled a little closer before shaking your head. "who are they?"

one of his hands came up to rub his face in hopes of soothing the shock raging through him. "these guys are my best friends. from college, they're my best friends since college and you haven't met any of them?"

"you're kind of making it sound like its my fault.." you told him, playing with your fingers.

"no, no, it's not. it's mine. here, c'mon let's introduce you to them—"

"do we have to?"

"what?" he asked before standing straight and grabbing your hand. "yes, you have to meet them. you're going to be seeing 'em a lot more now that bordy's back."

bordy? you thought to yourself. what an odd name.

you took small steps behind him, not noticing the eyes on you as he practically had to yank you with each movement of your feet.

"boo, party pooper's here! who invited her?" hunter shouted before lowering the music.

"hunter, be nice," brendan glared at his eldest.

it felt like there were a dozen pairs of eyes on you. you'd never been surrounded by this much testosterone before and it hit you right in the pit of your stomach as you stared back, feeling exposed in your short attire.

"y/n, these are my buddies. boys, this is my daughter, y/n."

"why haven't we met her before?" a man with a handsome nose asked, squinting before flicking his sunglasses down to his eyes.

brendan paused for a moment. "that's a good question i wish i had the answer to. boys, name and number now, please."

"number?" you looked up at him. why would you need their phone numbers?

"hockey numbers," he explained. "they played hockey."

"why is that important?"

he rolled his eyes. "fine. boys, name and fun fact now, please."

no one said anything, collectively staring at the boy sitting on the purple lounge chair. he sighed before sitting up.

"you guys still need to me lead you, huh? i'm nick, or blanks, whatever you wanna call me. i was their captain back in college," he gave you a smile.

they began to go by seating order and you were introduced to six other guys, all of whose names you'd already forgotten. not because you weren't paying attention but because you were distracted by the man sitting at the end of the line.

"and i'm thomas," the last one said. he was the one you met that day, which led you to appreciate that he pretended your first encounter never happened. "or bords, bordy, i don't really care. fun fact—i'm your dad's best friend."

oh. he's the bord.

if he's dad's best friend, why is he so hot?

when you saw him last, he was wearing a long sleeved shirt. today, as seven of your dad's friends sat outside, shirtless in your backyard, you crossed your legs at the way your body reacted to his.

he was fit, muscular, built like a god, even. and the tattoo on his right hand along with the sleeve on his other arm made you sweat even more than you thought would be possible. his cool demeanour did nothing to put you at ease.

and his voice, where could you start? you hadn't noticed it last time, for you were completely blinded by fear, but his voice was so skily and smooth. it was violently calm and low, and you liked it so much that you wished to have a conversation with him just to hear him speak again. it was laced with dominance, and your mind felt hazy as his words continued to run through your mind.

"your turn," one of the boys.. jack, you thought, said to you.

"what happened to your face?" the tall one asked immediately after.

you were completely flustered by thomas that you didn't trust yourself to speak. all you wanted was to run up to your room and hide. you squeezed your dad's hand and looked up at him for help but he simply gave you a shrug.

"um, w-well," you inhaled sharply as you felt an incoming burn on the pads of your feet. "you already know my name and— fun fact, my face, i uh.. i ran into a pole."

kent, who you remembered, spoke up after pursing his lips and furrowing his eyebrows. "i feel like that's not really a fun fact. are you okay? how did that happen?"

"oh, you know," you chuckled lightly, catching thomas' gaze.

he stared at you with a teasing gleam in his eyes, almost as if to say 'really, that's what you came up with?' and you looked away immediately.

"it just kinda happened," you shrugged. "okay i'm gonna go back up to my room b-but it was nice meeting you guys. bye!"

you held the bottom of your dress before practically sprinting up to your room. you opened your window before falling face first onto your bed, screaming into the mattress.

why was he so hot? why did he have to be your dad's best friend? you felt disgusted that you hoped to see him more often, as your dad said you would.

you couldn't help it. you felt hot again, but this time it had nothing to do with the temperature. you sighed, situating yourself properly onto your back as you heard the sounds of the party downstairs.

you let out a shaky breath, resting your hands on your lower stomach. you wished to read the words decorating his skin. you wished to see the art up close, admiring it all while he touched you where you needed him most.

your face crinkled in distaste, shaking your head at your impure thoughts.

get your head out of the gutter, y/n. it's never happening.

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thomas wanted to see you again. no, he didn't want to, he needed to. and it wasn't because of your dress that left nothing to his imagination, it was far from it (—but he wouldn't lie, you did look really hot).

he noticed the way you squeezed your dad's hand tight, holding it throughout the entire introduction. the way you couldn't meet anyone's eyes, especially not when you spoke. and even when your eyes did meet his for a fraction of a second, he couldn't make out the emotion washing over them. after the way your last encounter ended, he didn't think this everlasting feeling of concern would go away.

"i need to get out of the sun for a bit," he told the group. "i'm going inside."

"it's gonna be hotter in there," brendan pointed out.

"not if i lock you guys out and crank the AC," he smirked as he stood up from his seat, stretching a bit.

"y/n might throw a fit if she's locked in there with you," hunter snorted.

we'll see about that.. he almost muttered under his breath.

when he walked in, brendan was right, it was hotter than it was outside. but he shut the door behind him—no, he didn't lock it—and walked into the kitchen where the AC controls were located.

he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you sitting on the island, your legs dangling under you while you sucked on a popsicle. his presence was unknown to you and he immediately averted his eyes from the sight of your dress bunched up at your waist.

clearing his throat, he made his way past you to do what he'd come to do. satisfied when he heard the low hum of the cold breeze flowing through the house, he looked for a drink from the fridge.

you couldn't take your eyes off him. your neck was craned towards him and your grape popsicle began to drip onto the white cloth adorning you, but you were unaware, more focused on the dragon-bird like thing inked onto his back.

"you're burning holes into my body," his voice caught you off guard. "can i help you with something?"

you swallowed nervously when he closed the fridge and turned back towards you, a beer in his hand as he stepped around the island and stood in front of your legs. "you're dripping, ma douce."

you nearly dropped your popsicle, eyes bulging out of their sockets. "i— what?"

you shifted uncomfortably and he chuckled. "your popsicle, i meant. it's dripping."

you looked down at frowned. "oh no, my dress! dad's gonna be pissed."

thomas clicked his tongue, hating the immediate nervousness on your face. "just hide it in your room, i've got a tide pen. i'll bring it over tomorrow, problem solved."

"t-thanks," you smiled softly before you felt something sticky running down your hand. "i need to eat this."

"don't stop on my watch," he raised his hand in surrender, taking a sip of his drink.

you hesitated, eyes flickering back and forth between him and the popsicle. it seemed like something you shouldn't do, especially not with the way you'd been feeling. but it was an innocent act.

bringing the frozen treat up to your lips, you slowly licked the bottom to stop it from dripping. he held back a groan, chugging the rest of his drink to distract himself from the growing ache between his legs.

"i wanted to make sure you were alright," he grabbed your attention, forcing you to eat it properly. he was focused on the red bruise on your cheek, restraining himself as best as he could from touching it. "and i wanted to apologize for the last time we met. kind of got off on the wrong foot."

"no, no," you shook your head immediately. "that thomas was a lot different from this thomas. don't apologize. besides, i'm okay."

this peaked his interest. "different in what way?"

"it seemed like a different kind of.. you, and i want to give you another chance. that thomas was the kind of man every mother wants for their children. i mean, yeah, you scared me but that doesn't really matter.." you chose your words carefully.

"this thomas is the kind of man my dad tells me to stay away from. you seem pretty cool."

your doe eyes snuck into his heart and made a home just at those words. you read him inside out, and something sparked inside him.

"and what are you gonna do about it? are you going to stay away? listen to your dad, hm?" he challenged.

you abandoned the popsicle and grabbed his left hand with both of yours, rubbing your thumb over the tattoos by his wrist. he could feel the sticky popsicle juice on your skin, and he knew you were rubbing it onto his, but you were so blissfully unaware that he chose to stay quiet.

"no," you shook your head after a moment. "i won't."

he let out a content sigh. "well, i'm still sorry. is your face alright? does it hurt, have you been icing it regularly?"

you shook your head, not looking up. "i really like this eye you've got here."

he felt your finger poking at him and let out a breathy laugh. "you're avoiding my question."

"i shook my head," you shrugged. "technically, i didn't avoid it."

"smart girl."

you blushed at the unnecessary praise and his smile widened ever so slightly.

"you're really fascinated by tattoos, huh?" he asked, still waiting for you to look at him.

"dad doesn't have any and yours are really cool. can.. can i see the one on your back?" you asked shyly, finally looking up.

"of course," he muttered before turning around.

you parted your legs and grabbed his hips, moving him back until the cool marble hit his tailbone. your fingers stayed there for a couple moments, softly grazing his skin. a nervous-like feeling flooded your stomach.

"whoever did this did a really good job," you mumbled, reaching up to touch the feathers on the wings.

"you like it?"

"mhm," you hummed, looking at the boy standing in the bird's body. you were confused but didn't ask any questions, just taking in the design he believed was important enough to stay on his body forever.

he opened his mouth to speak before he heard the sliding door open, quickly moving away from your hold. you almost frowned until one of the guys walked into the kitchen and thomas gave you a look, pretending to drink out of his empty cup.

"what are you guys doing here?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"hey, luke. just getting to know the little brisson," thomas shrugged a shoulder. "right, y/n?"

"yup," you nodded bashfully, resting your hand beside your thigh. you cringed when you felt something gross on your skin, looking down to see your melted popsicle.

thomas held back a laugh. "it's going grape."

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