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dumplingsfordays · 6 months
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i'm your best friend, no?
pairing - best friend!roommate!thoma x reader
genre - fluff (comfort)
summary - after your (now ex) bf sends you some very... questionable texts, thoma, like the sweetheart that he is, lends a helping hand.
cw!: cheating, implied sex (between reader's bf and someone else), thoma being super duper sweet <3
note - couldn't pick a character bc I live for comfort fics so decided to do an (imo) underrated one 😭😭 haven't written for genshin in a bit so likeee might write some for it later
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ping!
ping!
ping!
ping!
You opened your eyes lazily, with a sigh escaping your slightly chapped lips. Your phone on your bedside table was making noise. What time was it, even?
Reaching over to grab it, you felt your head spin a little and feeling the chap-ness of your lips, you gave them a quick lick before turning on your phone.
Who sends this many notifications at 2 in the morning?
You glanced at the sender. Oh. That makes much more sense.
39 messages from babe
"Ughhhh... it's way too early for this."
ping!
ping!
"Oh, fine!" you whispered angrily to yourself, opening the messages. "It'll be fine, y/n, he probably just wants to apologize for yesterday. Always does."
To your shock and disappointment, the messages weren't an apology. They were photographic (and even audio, which disgusted you infinitely more) evidence of him cheating on you with some brunette girl. The first thing you noticed was how pretty she looked - wide doe eyes, reddened lips... and then you saw the background and other details of the photos and almost vomited.
Almost immediately your eyes shot to the texts, praying that you would find an apology or at least an excuse.
were having sm fun baby, come join us ;)
What. The. Fuck.
All the other texts were written in the same fashion. There were no apologies or excuses - only sleazy, vile invitations and comments on how the brunette did everything so much better than you did. Was he trying to make you jealous by cheating on you? If so, it didn't work at all. You were positively horrified.
Diving under your blanket with record speed, you started to quietly sob. Fat tears formed at the corners of your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks, and your bottom lip trembled violently as you shuddered. How could he? Why? Were you not good enough for him? Were your eyes too big or too small? Were your lips too pale or too red? Was your personality annoying?
You knew what to do, but you didn't have the strength to do it.
And then, interrupting your thoughts, came a voice. Your roommate's voice, specifically.
"Hey, you alright in there?"
You didn't want to call out and pretend that you were sleeping, but alas, your brain chose otherwise before you could even decide.
"Y-yeah," you sniffled, "I'm good."
"No you're not, you're crying. I can hear it in your voice."
God, why did he have to be so insistent?
"y/n," he continued. "If something's happened you can always tell me. I'm your best friend, no?"
After a pause you reluctantly accepted. "Oh, fine."
You shifted, lifting the blanket and sliding your feet into the slippers beside your bed. They were unpleasantly cold, but you didn't really care - the floor was probably colder, and this was better than nothing. Slippers squeaking slightly on the floor, you made your way to the door and opened it to a very messy-looking, and very worried, Thoma.
"Hey, sweetie," he muttered as he furrowed his eyebrows, using that oh-so-familiar nickname. You smiled sadly in return. The blond reached out to you and pulled you in for a hug, and as you felt his arms loop around you, he sighed into your shoulder.
"C'mon, tell me what happened."
At this you couldn't hold in your tears any longer. They poured out of your eyes like a river, probably staining the white shirt that he had on, but he didn't seem to mind - in fact, he leaned in and let you hold on to him.
Deciding that it was best to let you lay down, Thoma scooped you up into his arms and carried you to your bed, where he placed you on the sheets, covering you with the blanket as you sniffled.
"My boyfriend," you started, grasping Thoma's hands in yours, "he- he sent me some texts just now and-"
You burst into tears all over again. Just say it, you thought to yourself, just do it! Why is this so hard for you, y/n?
"Oh, sweetie," Thoma cooed in return, leaning over to hug you warmly. "Do you wanna show me the texts or do you want me to wait a sec?"
You nodded weakly, plucking your phone from where you left it on the nightstand and unlocking it. You handed it to Thoma, whose eyes widened upon glancing at the messages. His brows furrowed as he scrolled further down, only raising in disgusted shock as he reached the bubble that finally made you break.
were having sm fun baby, come join us ;)
"What the fuck is your boyfriend thinking?" he whispered, looking back at your reddened cheeks and trembling lip as he finally laid down beside you.
"I don't know," you replied, sliding farther under the covers. "I mean, he did this before, but he apologized-"
"y/n, he did this before? And you didn't dump him?"
"N-no, but-"
"Sweetie," he sighed as he put the phone back and hugged you again. "When your partner cheats on you, never stick around. Doesn't matter how much they shower you in praise or how many dates they take you on, 90% of the time they will do it again. You put your trust in him and he broke it twice. I'd say that's more than enough cause to leave him."
"But why did he do it? Are my eyes too small or big compared to that girl in the picture? Am I uglier than her? Is my personality worse? Am I a bad person, Thoma?"
His expression turned from one of perplexed anger to one of consolation as he spoke.
"No, no, you're a wonderful person," he said gently, "I honestly don't know either. You're gorgeous and stunning and every time I see you, you bring a smile to my face regardless of how bad of a day it's been. You're not a bad person and I hate to see you think of yourself that way."
His hands gave yours a small, comforting squeeze as you sniffled.
"Thanks, Thoma. I think you're a wonderful person too," you smiled softly, tears still running down your cheeks.
He chuckled quietly in return. "Of course. Now, are you gonna go to bed, or do you wanna stay up for a little bit and watch a movie or something?"
"A movie sounds nice. But we're watching it together, right?"
"Only if you want to."
"Yeah, I do."
Returning your smile, he sat up, still holding your hand, and as you grabbed a large blanket from your closet, you realized that you couldn't have wished for a better roommate.
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