Could you please write something where Hermann thought they were just going to sleep together but now it’s the morning after and Newt wants to talk about feelings?

hermannsthumb:

i have one word for u: yes

i figured this fic could either be angsty or only semi-angsty and because, at heart, i am a very silly sap, i chose the latter. all the nsfw stuff is alluded to in like exactly one paragraph which is under the cut!

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Hermann’s the first to wake up, the morning after. He’s immediately disoriented.

He’s not in his own room, for one thing. (This isn’t Hermann’s bedspread, and those aren’t Hermann’s movie posters, or Hermann’s dying collection of potted plants on the desk across the room, or Hermann’s laundry piled up on the floor.)

For another, he’s not alone.

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