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days-until-burnout · 22 days ago

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Grimpulse?

Modern house party au?

Impulses roommates (skizz and tango) know he likes grian and impulse is oblivious that grian also likes him and and anfmfdjb

📧 Day 108 -

Characters - Impulse/Grian, ft. Skizz, Tango, Joel, Etho & Gem Words - 1,676 Time - 60 mins Content - Modern | Joel & Gem are drunk

“Come on, dude! Gotta make a move at some point!”

Skizz lightly punches his shoulder, and cheap beer crashes out of the red cup down his sleeve. Impulse looks at his bestfriend and flatmate with tiredness in his eyes. Skizz remains unaware, continuing the barrage of encouragement.

“He’s here! You have to say something.”

Impulse ignores him, taking a swing from his own cup. The beer has gone room temperature in the meantime, then gone warm during the ‘intervention’. He is lucky, at least, that everyone seems more interested in sticking to the living area where the music is echoing headaches and drinks are being spilled everywhere.

Somewhere, among the crowd, is Grian.

He sighs, taking another gulp, almost wishing he could go beyond drunk so he could skip this conversation.

Or, maybe drunk enough to get some courage and confess.

Both are appealing options.

“Flat meeting?” Tango calls as he uses his shoulder to push the door into the kitchen. He looks between the exasperation on Skizz and the utter tiredness on Impulse, and instantly knows. His face breaks into a smirk, eyes glinting as he joins them at the counter. “Oh-hohoho, this is much better.”

Skizz raises his cup and they clink their cups, sharing the misery.

“Can we not?” Impulse drags a hand down his face, glancing at the pair before looking away with defeat. His shoulders deflate, turning his back to them to place his empty cup on the counter.

“Hey buddy, look, we’re just looking out for ya, alright?” Tango sighs, shaking his head slightly. His head spins slightly, a little tipsy, so he leans into Skizz’s arm. “Just– go talk to ‘im. Say hi. Y’know—” he waves his hand, Skizz chuckling beside him “—that whole friendly Impy you are.”

“It’s not the same!”

“Hmmmm-it’s.” Skizz retorts.

“I– Whatever. I’m done. Let’s talk about something—”

The creak of the door stops Impulse’s words, a sinking feeling in his gut. He turns his head to the slow opening door, the world slowing down as it opens more and more to reveal no one yet.

Then the door opens suddenly, someone falling on it.

“I broke the wall—” The person says as they scramble to their feet. They look at the door, the trio looking at them in amusement.

“That’s a door, Joel.”

Joel squints, nodding as he lightly pushes against it. “I think so.”

Impulses sees the crowd behind Joel, overwhelmed with the thundering music. He sees no one that catches his eyes, distracted by the swaying Joel. As he opens his mouth to say something, Etho appears at the door frame, an even more tired look in his face.

“C’mon on, stop bothering them.” Etho grabs Joel’s arm, tugging him away.

And there is a crash, followed by a crowd of cheers that makes Etho’s head snap in said direction. His brow furrows before pulling Joel away harder.

The door closes. Impulse considers going upstairs to his room.

“Someone thought it was a good idea to give Gem and Joel a bottle of whiskey. Not their best idea, and neither was accepting it.” Skizz chuckles.

“Sucks for Etho,” Tango laughs, a little meaner.

“I think—”

From one moment to the next, the door is open again. The music slips in, filling the room with waves of sound and the smell of alcohol. Gusts of laughter and cheers. It does a good job reminding them that they should probably be out there keeping an eye out on their flat.

On the other hand, Scott has not called yet, so he has it under control.

But now, Impulse looks up and his eyes land on Grian standing at the door. His palm is against it, sliding down slightly, the sleeves of his sweater rolled up. And his hair is a mess, strands sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his skin shines with sweat and glitter.

Their eyes meet, and Impulse can see the slightly purple on his contacts.

“Hi,” Grian smiles.

Impulse raises his cup in greeting.

Their moment is broken when Grian looks away first, behind Impulse to the other two who are suddenly quiet. No doubt with cheshire smiles, but at least their lips are shut. Grian nods at them.

“What’s up? Need something?” Skizz asks first.

Then Tango adds, “Or running from the noise?”

Grian huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “Water.”

“Oh! Are they out? C’mon, let’s bring out the water bottles.” Skizz straightens, feet firm on the ground as Tango jumps down from the counter.

Impulse turns to give them a hand, watching them pull out cases of water bottles. Tango takes one and Skizz stacks the other two, flexing his muscles as he picks them up.

“Lemme lend a hand—”

“Algoods, Dippledop. Help Grian.”

While Grian is unable to see his face, he glares at the pair who only laugh at his face. He takes a step to them but they are quickly scurrying around him, past Grian and out the door.

Soon enough, he is alone with an amused Grian.

He steps in, and Impulse keeps his eyes on the door for a moment. He sighs as it closes, offering a sheepish smile.

“Water, right?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah.” Grian looks at the door, then back with a smile. Impulse feels his heart jump. “You know what? I might stay a bit. It’s so much quieter here.”

“Course,” he nods. “Oh, right. Lemme get that water to you.”

Impulse pushes against the edge of the counter to straighten, walking back to find a cup. He fills it with cold water, freezing when he turns to find Grian beside the spot he had been standing on. His face glows from his phone, light catching on his lashes and eyes, highlighting the line of his lips.

And sensing being stared at, Grian looks up. Then he smiles.

The two steps to him are eternal, his body refusing to cooperate. When rust settles in his bones and his mind blanks, he finally makes it to him, handing him the cup before taking his spot on the counter again. He leaves some space between them, but Grian is still too close.

Any closer and Grian might be able to hear his heart over the base thumping all around the flat.

“Have you been hiding all night?” Grian laughs, and it sounds so smooth up close. Impulse wills himself still, almost stiff. But Grian sets the cup down, jumping onto the counter. The distance between them is cut shorter, he notices in his fixation. “I barely saw you. When I first came in, I think.”

Impulse drops his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. His head is pounding and thinking is becoming harder and harder, but he speaks, trying to keep his voice leveled. “Sorry. Were you looking?”

A pause.

Impulse turns his head, looking at his profile, fixed on lips pressed tight. His own feeling dry, something stuck on his throat when he tries to find a joke to break the tension. He feels it stick to the air around them, the sinking feeling in his stomach from a bad joke. Hence, his voice comes out quiet, hesitant and almost scared.

Scared. Hopeful too.

“Were… you looking?”

At the expense of Impulse’s crumbling self, Grian takes another second to compose himself. He breathes in as he straightens, but he is shaking a little, or at least Impulse thinks he is. Impulse’s vision might be blurry, anxiety overwhelming and overtaking his senses.

Grian turns slowly, lips parted with words that come up short.

Their eyes meet, both struck with an addictive feeling.

Impulse opens his mouth to speak—

And Grian jumps in the silence, inching closer, eyes wide with the expectation. His hand lands on Impulse’s forearm, squeezing bruises into it.

Grian looks down at him, eyes flicking between lips and eyes, closer, closer—

Until the room crashes in burning heat. Alien from them, heads snapping to the source where they catch glimpses of the outside crowd.

Then two bodies scramble up, swaying on their feet, holding onto each other to find balance.

Grian slides away, pulls away, and Impulse misses the weight on his arm. The warmth from their closeness. So he stares at him, at the distance again.

“This– isn’t outside,” Gem slurs, squinting around as Joel holds his head, both wincing at the littlest of movements. Her eyes land on the pair, face breaking into a wide smile. “Joel! It’s them!”

Joel groans at the sharpness of her voice, squinting before realizing. Even in his drunken state, or because of his drunken state, he is able to match Gem’s sudden excitement.

“You’re together now, right?!” Joel calls out first. But he is already cheering with Gem before they are given an answer.

Impulse is taken aback before looking at Grian, seeing the blush on his face and the utter panic in his eyes. He feels a matching warmth on his face, though he hopes it is recent.

“Oh my gosh! Finally!” Gem squeals. They bump into each other, which does nothing to smother their joy. “You—” she points at them, swaying, “—you don’t know, do you? No, no. You don’t, silly, silly couple.”

“It’s– It’s alright, G.” Joel laughs, beaming and smug. “You’re finally together! Idiots. Ev’one’s been waitin’. Took bloomin’ long!”

“You’re drunk, shut up.” Grian says sternly, though his voice wavers.

To their diminishing luck, however, the door opens one more time. An frustrated Etho who looks more exasperated when they rush to him, beaming and swaying.

“Eefo! They’re together!”

“Yeah! Grian and Impulse are finally—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You two are going home now.”

Without sparing the ‘new couple’ a look, Etho grabs both of them and storms out. Anyone’s guess what the pair had put him through.

And when the emotions settle, the baffling experience slows down, Impulse freezes when Grian takes his hand, squeezing hard again. He looks at him, at the pleading expression on his face.

And he knows. They know.

“Seven tomorrow?” he asks, near breathless.

Grian only nods.

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i have a problem called 'cant be concise'. it's incurable it is. im just stupid am i back to reqs? hopefully. if not, then too bad so sad (for me) also, idk where etho joel & gem came from. i shouldve just had skizz and tango be the drunk ones tbh. oh well :"P

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