#HOW TO FORGET YOUR GIRLFRIEN

[bbystark]

toxic!ghost x soft!reader

summary: ghost meets a soft little thing and quickly makes her his and his alone. (based on a request from @catoncrack59!)

a/n: tysm for the request, i'm sorry if it's not exactly what you wanted i did get carried away haha. enjoy!!

mdni mature themes

first sees you when he's freshly home from deployment, stalking the aisles of his local grocery store to fill his empty fridge.

there you are, politely tapping the shoulder of an elderly clerk and asking him where something is. you're in the cutest little sundress, eyes big as you point to an item on your list to show the employee.

he finds himself immediately enthralled. you laugh he gets a glint of your pearly teeth, your canine glinting in the florescent lights, and he's completely done for.

he forgets his quest for frozen tv dinners and finds himself trailing you throughout the grocery store, at one point pretending to be interested in tortilla chips when you glance his way.

you finally stop in the dairy section, quietly browsing the options while you chew on your lip. he briefly wonders what your lips feel like- soft no doubt- and why you needed help finding something so simple.

his question is answered when he's in line at checkout, one person behind you. you make small talk with the cashier, and he learns you just moved here for work, managing a new woman's shelter downtown. what a sweet thing, he thinks, so selfless.

it continues like that for weeks, simon tailing you all around town just to get a glimpse of your sweet smile and calming demeanor. he doesn't know what it is about you, maybe it's how polar opposite the two of you are.

simon thinks you would never be with someone so opposing of what your entire life radiated, but it only fuels the fire he has to claim you.

then he gets deployed. almost goes insane, can't stop thinking about your curves and sickly soft features.

more than once angrily fists his cock in the showers thinking of you beneath him, innocent eyes beckoning him closer.

he almost never feels satisfied after, watching his spend circle the drain feeling mildly disgusted with himself and the fact that you literally weren't even aware of his existence.

finally gets back after months and once again sees you at the grocery store and simply decides that life is too short and you're going to be his one way or the other

decides to grow a pair and ask you where something is, and oh! look at that, sweet little you even guides him to the exact aisle and shelf it's on. he makes up some bullshit about trying to bake and not knowing where to begin, knowing you'll eat the lie up.

ends up getting your number for, you know, baking advice and soon thereafter he's in your little house baking cookies with you

you fall for him almost immediately, big soft man who bakes. simon barely tells you anything about himself, omitting details and changing subjects whenever anything personal comes up. but you don't even notice, too dumb and in the middle of falling in love

simon begins to subtly change after the first two dates

he's already obsessed, and the man hasn't even gotten a kiss on the cheek. but your obvious budding adoration for him just isn't cutting it. no, he wants you to himself.

it's the least he deserves right? a soft, kind, sweet little thing just for fucked up, damaged him. his own personal angel.

He starts with subtle manipulation, getting into your head when you have small tiffs with family and friends and saying they aren't good for you. "you're better off without 'em luv. forget it and come gimmie a hug."

then he's purposefully sabotaging your work, deleting important files and changing things in your calendar so you'll be late or miss things completely. it sends you in a tailspin, and soon you start messing up on your own, completely overwhelmed.

he's always there though, wiping tears off your cheek with calloused thumbs and comforting words.

asks you to move in with him before he even asks you to be his girlfriend, but obviously in this economy you say yes

living in domestic bliss, ignorant bliss, in your case, but bliss nonetheless

then he pushes it a little too far and says he doesn't want you to go to a family dinner back in your home city

you snap at him for the first time ever, and simon would never admit that he chubbed up a little at the sight of your irritated and upset face- it was a sight really, his little princess throwing a tantrum

you tell him that he's being ridiculous, that it's holiday season and you haven't seen your family in forever. simon throws it back in your face with a "aren't I your family luv? gonna leave me all alone here?" and a carefully timed voice crack.

you concur and cancel your flights, and simon apologizes by fucking you so raw you honestly forget what had you so upset when you wake up the next morning.

continues to slowly cut off contact with the outside world. your phone breaks and he replace it with a flip phone like his, saying social media was rotting your brain and this would be good for you. you listen to him, of course.

nearly goes insane when he gets the call that he has to ship out soon. thinks about locking you in the apartment, hiring one of his old buddies to drop groceries off every once in a while.

while tempting, he knows he has to tread lightly with you. he needed to take his time, so he settles with getting you a pretty necklace with a gps tracker in it and wiring his apartment and your car with cameras. crazy? no! he just wants to make sure you're safe and also not interacting with anyone but him and him alone

besides, with his great manipulation guidance, you had basically cut off all your friends and family. the ones who stuck around eventually left (simon threatened them)

so he wasn't worried. however, he does grow worried when he's lonely one night on deployment and pulls up the footage of his apartment, and watches as you find one camera by accident, and go on a rampage throughout his apartment and find the rest. oops, simon really shouldn't have rushed putting those things up.

doesn't really stress, knows he'll just have to wait and go find you again. at least now he won't have to hide just how much he loves you.

enjoy your freedom now and good luck when that man finds you

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[littlechivalry]

Stranger Things modern AU, no Upside Down, pre-Steddie. Inspired by MacArthur Park by Donna Summer and those 'scrunch butt leggings' ads I keep getting

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Eddie walks into the apartment to see Robin banging on the bathroom door.

"Come out of there, dingus. We have to go!"

From the other side of the door Steve, his voice muffled by the finest press board three minimum wage employees can afford, shouts, "Never!"

"I swear to God, getting you out of the closet was easier than this. Come! On!"

Eddie has been witness to more than a few Robin VS. Steve battles and he's always ready to jump in on whichever side is right, or has the best chance of winning.

Or whichever one is funnier.

"What's going on Buckley? His Majesty forget how doors work again?" Eddie raises his voice towards the bathroom, "You have to pull, Steve. Pull. Door opens in."

"Door doesn't open at all," he shouts back, prompting Robin to hit it again.

"Come on. You promised."

"I promised to go with you. I did not promise to humiliate myself."

Eddie's not sure whats going on but it's starting to sound serious. He lowers his voice and moves closer to Robin. "Hey," he says, softly. "What is this for real? Steve sounds pretty upset."

Robin turns to lean back against the door and shakes her head. "Its nothing, it's that charity thing Chrissy set up for her gym."

"Yeah, aerobics in the park, right? So what's the big deal?"

"It's..." Robin trails off and looks down at her outfit.

All Eddie sees is shorts, albeit a lot shorter than her usual, and a cropped tee shirt.

"So it's sexy aerobics," Eddie asks. "Well, what's the big deal, then. I still very fondly remember a certain someone's old jogging shorts before they finally gave up the ghost. This isn't much worse."

The bathroom door swung open quickly and Robin stumbled backwards. Used to Robin's newborn giraffe level of grace Eddie lunged forward to catch her.

Once he got her steady on her feet again they both turned to see Steve framed in the doorway.

He was wearing shorts similar to Robin's and a cropped tank top.

"Its not much worse," Steve repeated. "What are you even talking about?"

Eddie gestured to Steve's outfit. "Its short-shorts and a tank top. A little slutty but not that different than your usual workout clothes. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal," Steve repeats. "I'll show you the big deal."

Eddie knew Robin was saying something but as Steve turned around all he could hear was the rushing of blood in his own head.

They were shorts. Short-shorts. THOSE short-shorts. Specially crafted by - Eddie assumed - some kind of demon of temptation to sculpt and cling to every curve of Steve's not insubstantial ass.

A smack to his shoulder brought him out of his reverie. He snapped back into consciousness to realize Steve had turned around and now on further examination the view from the front was just as good as the back. If not a bit less... detailed.

"Are you wearing a cup," Robin squawked.

"No one at this event needs to see my whole dick, Robin," Steve pouted. His hands were on his hips which just lifted the shirt and exposed a tanned expanse of flesh.

Eddie... needed to sit down.

"So you can see why I'm not going," Steve said.

"The hell you're not," Robin answered. "We made a commitment and we are gonna follow through."

"You made a commitment," Steve said. "And I know you're more interested in getting next to Chrissy than whatever charity this is supposed to be for anyway."

"I am not," Robin snapped. "I care a lot about-- this."

Steve snorted. "Its on your shirt, Robs."

And in truth blazoned across the front of her tee shirt and Steve's tank in broad letters was MACARTHUR PARK CHARITY CAKEWALK.

"Oh," Eddie huffs. "I get it."

Now both of them are glaring at him and he gestures to their outfits. "Y'know. Cake."

Steve groans and pushes past the two of them to go back to his bedroom.

"Its not funny, Eddie," Robin hisses.

"And I'm not laughing," he replies. "Its a good cause, a good song, and a funny bit. Your girlfriend is significantly cooler than I thought."

"She's not my girlfriend," Robin snorts, heading up the hall after Steve.

"Skill issue," Eddie mutters. He idly notices the shorts don't flatter her quite as much but then he's biased.

Eddie debates whether he should try to mediate or let Steve and Robin fight it out. To be honest the result will be the same either way.

Eddie makes himself a sandwich and tries to ignore the fight.

Fifteen minutes later he's halfway through a peanut butter and mayo when Robin goes marching for the door, Steve trailing behind her.

"Have fun, kids. Hope it doesnt rain," Eddie calls out. Robin laughs and Steve gives him the finger.

Eddie hums to himself and bites into his sandwich. He wasn't planning to go back out but... he hasn't been to the park in a while. And it looks like a good day for it.

[biggestsimp12]

Howdy agian! I love love love your writing!! Looking back at your old work I can tell you've really improved from when you started! 🩷 I'll try not to send too many requests so you don't have so much stress, but I thought of this idea during school!

Okay so basically it's like Ayano Aishi with a girlfriend that constantly bakes stuff for her, and thats how they originally met is Ayano trying to get a cake for Senpai or something and instead her interest and crush going to Her, and reader always gave her discounts, baked with her, and they're pretty easy going so Ayano hardly had to do anything and confessed,

Like I feel like Reader would send her corny romantic letters to make her day, bake her things, always hugging on her, basically by her side so ayano doesn't have any rivals since Reader is clingy, maybe she's slightly jealous of the cooking club due to her being close to them, but she's closer to ayano!^w^ I just find it a cute idea, and like they hangout a lot, go on dates, which comforts Ayano all the more :3

Bye bye! Have a good dayyy, drink waterrr, and take things slow byeee!!><

Awee, gee thanks, really. I do have quite the requests and i also started school so i might post slower than usual. And also, don't YOU forget as well to drink water :D

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Ayano Aishi x baker GF!

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When I express the extent of Ayano devotion to the reader, let it suffice to say that her affection knows no bounds. She indulges in every gesture, every action, and every word offered by her girlfrien. And to make matters even more profound, the reader bestows these affectionate acts upon Ayano solely, without any divided attention or divided feelings.

Scattered around Ayano's room are the countless corny love letters from her girlfriend, each one a testament to the depth and intensity of her affection.

The reader possesses an uncanny ability to pinpoint when Ayano experiences a pang of jealousy, and she takes immediate action to reassure her of their love. She wraps her arms around her in a comforting embrace, pulling her close and enveloping her in warmth and affection. Their cuddles are a silent gesture of reassurance, a reminder to Ayano that she isn't going to lose her anytime soon.

Ayano seems to have an insatiable hunger for affection. She feeds off the love and attention given to her, devouring it without restraint. Like an emotional vampire, she consumes the love she receives wholeheartedly, as if it's her sustenance.

Oh, Ayano is totally the type to go all out and buy kitchen supplies just to encourage her girlfriend to bake more. She would secretly stock up on all the ingredients and gadgets her girlfriend might need, and then sit eagerly by the kitchen counter, waiting for the delectable treats to come out of the oven.

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[arrowheadedbitch]

Yep still going haha

Look at this bagdeee

No wonder Lassie wants a piece

Of course he wants to hit THAT

It's an undeniably sexy badge

Wayy better than those losers at the fbi

Shawn is forced to pull out his badge for something and Lassie faints when he sees it

He forgets how to speak entirely

@pineapple-psychic "mouth dry, struggling to breath, cannot focus on anything else, staring at the badge and shawn and going HHHNNNNGG"

The gang is worried he's having another stroke

Shawn's plan B if it ever gets revealed that he was never a psychic is to admit he's CIA and pretend it was a mission that got out of hand 👀

After Shawn gets his CIA job back, Gus is constantly noticing him paying for stuff with money he KNOWS he did *not* get from Psych

When asks Shawn just shrugs like he doesn't know where the money came from

Gus is very confused and kinda concerned to say the least

The DESPEREAUX dynamic thooo

I do kinda like to imagine Despereaux as separate tho, he mentions Despereaux to any of his friends (or bosses) in the CIA and they're like ????? Who is this twink you've been chasing? Why are you chasing this guy??? Your side job is so fucking weird, man.

I think the funniest thing is that in the ring episode, he pretends to be fbi

Like he COULD have pretended to be something he ACTUALLY was but he said No, fuck that, FBI

Can't have anyone suspecting he's tied to the CIA so he's gotta go FBI

And also he SAYS fbi then ACTS sooo cia which is even funnier

Most of the 57 weren't actually jobs, he's just counting all the covers he used for ✨️espionage ✨️

Sorry to bring back up the CIA au but it's all I've been thinking about all week,

I wanna see everyone, especially Henry, react to things he learned from the CIA

Henry KNOWS he didn't teach him that, how tf did he learn that, HENRY can't even do that

When asks he vaguely reference his "training" and now Henry is going crazy trying to figure out when he taught that

Imagine they catch Shawn and Scarlet sparring (literally just fighting, this barely counts as sparring)

They both are going over the top, it feels like a scene from a movie, scarlet jumps on a table and Shawn yells at her and she goes "Don't aim a gun at me scarlet, don't jump on the table scarlet, GOD you are impossible to please!", which is concerning, especially since Shawn is just *frustrated* about it

There's acrobatics, actual technique, they're throwing each other around like crazy, they're halfway talking in french

It'd be a great scene

If love to see the LOOK on everyone's faces

Especially Henry's

"Shawn, where did you learn to do all that??"

"My training"

"I DID NOT TEACH YOU THAT"

See also "Shawn, what do you mean you can withstand torture????" "I was trained against it." "Henry WHAT"

I just realised that Scarlet is pretty much just my own take on a River Song style character

She's just River Song but a different angle or smthn

You know those ||creepy serial killer apologists|| you see? Well I just had the thought that CIA Shawn has probably stopped some big bad guys and imagine he meets someone who is an apologist for some guy that he got locked up, and it wasn't an easy lock up, he got caught and ||tortured|| by this guy and this chick is talking about how he doesn't deserve to be locked up

And she's going on and on about how he isn't that bad a guy and Shawn's like "||He tortured people! You do know he tortured people, right?!||" and she responds "||Oh I'm sure it wasn't *that bad*. I bet all the people that reported him were just being *dramatic*.||" and Shawn is sitting there, eyes twitching, trying not to kill this bitch on the spot

@obsidiancreates "He pretends to be sent a psychic vision by a victim and described his own experience in detail"

Gus is sitting there like 👁👄👁 wut

@obsidiancreates ""Shawn how did-" "Let's not talk for a while""

I bet she doesn't even change her mind, those serial killer apologists are creepy and scary, like they genuinely scare me

Moving on to lighter territory, my girlfriend said it would be funny if all 57 of Shawn's jobs were under the CIA

He's just counting all his covers

@obsidiancreates ""This is a matter of national security." "I GET TO DRIVE THE WEINERMOBILE""

(Sid writes some of the best fanfiction I've ever seen and that might be the best line they've ever written)

You know that scene where Shawn is like "What, she's running!? In THOSE heels??" I think it'd be funny if he thought only CIA Agents could run in heels

For a split second he's like "Is this woman one of us,wtf??"

Back to the CIA thing for just a second because I feel like im gonna throw up if I don't share this idea right now, Operation Jury Duty is where Shawn goes on an elongated rant in the middle of the courtroom when Scar needs them distracted for some reason

He keeps going until she gives the signal that he can stop, the longest she ever made him keep going was 2 and a half hours

He was sooo mad at her. He was out of breath from nonstop talking and he looked like the craziest man alive

Making Shawn look dumber and crazier than usual is a feat that he is not happy she achieved

And that's all I have for now! ✨️🥳💕✨️🎉

PT6/6 ♡

Okay guys, time for a long overdue post

Welcome to my CIA!Shawn au

And yes most of this is copy-pasted from discord, leave me be

AU where Shawn used to be a spy 👀👀👀

Old spy partner coming to sb to ask for Shawn's help 👀

I'm more interested in how it would affect the *Despereaux* dynamic tbh

And yeah the traveling the world thing with the many many jobs was the perfect cover

Imagining secret agent Shawn au, him and his partner (her name is scarlet but he usually calls her one of those BAD James Bond ones) have a tactic they call Operation Stick It To The Man

Her name changes every mission like he pretends gus does, because she's a spy so sometimes she's Scarlet and other times she Sara or Debbie or whatever, ykniw

Stick it to the man: It's probably just Shawn goes in and fucks shit up, how he does it is up to him, judgement call, but being destructive is encouraged, while she sneaks in

Also, I don't know why I do this to myself but I came up with her real identity and it's Scarlet Featherman, don't ask why, it quite literally came to me in a dream

And yes she is fine with Shawn calling her Pussy Galore, she thinks is just as funny as he does

I love aus where it's like "Yeah, no, Shawn has had a SUPER high profile job before, in fact maybe he still has it now"

This includes but is not limited to "Oh no, he's a cop, just for a different department." "Yeahh Shawn is in the CIA, he's keeping so many government secrets right now" and "Shawn was a spy. He kinda left the organize and kinda didn't, it's complicated, let's go break something!"

The last one is mine btw lol

I've been thinking about it nonstop for daysssss

If I write it I'm naming the fic "Agent P as in Pineapple"

New OC: Scarly Feather

Lesson learned: Don't be eepy when thinking out an au

This is where we got a more specific channel and I moved there so I'll call that a good ending point

PT 1/?

[browebster]

FORGET ABOUT YOUR EX.HOW TO OVERCOME THE CHALLENGE OF FORGETTING SOMEOON...

[t-lostinworlds]

Hidden Agenda (Tom Holland)

A/N: ITS ABOUT FUCKING DAMN TIME LOL. Christmas was almost a month ago now but ha, better late than never right? no? okay, sorry heh. At least it’s long-er right? still no? yup. Anyhow! I hope you guys enjoy this one! x

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You were planning on spending Christmas alone but Tom presses that you spend it with him and his family instead. He just so happen to “forget” to mention it to them that you were just his best friend, and not his girlfriend.

Warnings: Nada but my usual typos

Word Count: 8.1k+

Masterlist in Bio

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"Bye guys. I'll see you all soon." Tom bid his last goodbyes as you waited just by the door of a mutual friend's house, the party still in full swing but the two of you have already decided to call it a night.

"Let's just walk yeah?" He turned to you with a smile, offering his arm for you to hold, which you did, gladly.

It was the 23rd of December and the city of London was still as alive as ever, given the fact that it was nearing midnight. The wind was cold with a sprinkle of snow here and there, coating the streets lightly with white. People were all bundled up in layers as they walked under numerous twinkling lights, small chatter and laughs echoing about with the hum of the carols that each open store plays, and nothing could ever scream Christmas more than this.

"You're going back home tomorrow right?" Tom asked, your bodies close together, side by side in an attempt to stay warm. "Nope." You simply answered, not even bothering to give any further details. You didn't have to.

"You're still not in good terms with them?" You shook your head no, sparing Tom a glance to see a frown written on those lips. He didn't need to tell you who he meant since you already know 'them' means your family. You two are close, so naturally, you tell him everything. Well, most of everything.

"What're your plans for Christmas then?"

You shrugged, sighing as you shot him a small smile. "I don't know. I'll probably just stay back at the flat and watch a movie, order take out and eat ice cream. Maybe wear a Christmas hat and jumper for it to be special and not just my typical night." You joked, but Tom lips didn't even twitch as he only stared at you with furrowed brows, frown still intact.

"What, alone?" You looked at him curiously, the concern written on his face only growing to which you only responded with a small nod. "Well, yeah—"

"Yeah, that's not happening." Tom scoffed with a shake of his head. You turned your head fully to look at him confused. "What'd you mean?"

"You're spending Christmas with me."��

He stated casually, almost bluntly as if he didn't have any plans for the holidays whatsoever, his voice firm in a way to tell you that he's already made up his mind.

"You're going to be with your family Tom." You stated, as a matter of fact, since he has already told you what he was doing tomorrow, so him spending Christmas with you doesn't exactly add up. Tom only squared his shoulders, eyes looking straight to avoid your confused gaze.

"Exactly."

It took you a minute to understand what he was trying to say, his proposition slowly registering in your brain before you halted your movements, stopping right in front of him to try and get your point across. "No no no, I'm not going to crash your holiday plans with your family Tom. I'm going to be fine at the flat."

Tom only raised his one messy brow, hands in the pockets of his coat and when he gets in this stance, you know very well that he was ready to argue. "Well, I sure as hell won't let you spend Christmas alone Y/N."

You crossed your arms over your chest to counter him, a frown on your lips as you are not exactly keen on being an intruder to a family celebration, especially if it was this last minute. "I'm not just showing up uninvited, I really don't want to invade."

Tom only chuckled, walking closer to you with a reassuring smile, the corner of his eyes crinkling as his hands landed on your shoulder comfortingly. "You won't. I'll text mum a heads up and we'll go down there together. Trust me, they'd be glad to have you. They've been dying to meet you."

Granted, you haven't met the Hollands.

You've known Tom for so long but you still have yet to meet his family. It was a case of your busy schedule combined with his that you haven't had the chance to go whenever an opportunity pops up. You have met Harry since he's with Tom mostly, but that's about it. So going with him at their house during Christmas, with it a very last minute plan, it was making you a bit nervous, and by a bit, you mean a lot.

You pouted at him, still a bit wary of this idea of his. "Are you a hundred percent sure they won't mind?" Tom flashed you that charming grin, all confident and bright, the one that never fails to make your heart flutter even if you so badly don't want it to. "Completely sure."

"But Tom—"

"Y/N, I really don't want you to spend Christmas alone and we can stay out here in the cold and argue for as long as you want, or you could just say yes right now and spare us the time because you very well know I don't easily back down." He cuts you off with a knowing smile, arms all crossed over his chest to let you know that he was up for the challenge, just like he always is.

You groaned with a roll of your eyes because you just know, deep in your bones, that you weren't getting your way with this, especially when it was crystal clear that he's already made up his mind. He would just keep pushing until you say yes, or either way, he'll drag you down there no questions asked.

Thomas Holland is just stubborn that way.

"Glad to see that you care about how I spend my holidays." You grumbled, your heart fluttering at his concern of not wanting you to spend Christmas all by yourself, a glimmer of hope shining through, your mind playing its daydream as to why that could be.

"I'm your best friend, of course I care." And just like that, the small hope was snuffed out seconds later, a light sting in your heart that you tried your hardest to ignore, but you also can't say you aren't used to it by now.

You shook your head with a timid smile to mask what you truly felt about his statement, letting out a sigh as you looked at the boy in front of you who sported an all-too proud grin on his face. Of course he knows he's winning this. "Fine, fine, I'll go. But you'll come with me early tomorrow for a last minute Christmas shopping. I don't want to show up empty handed."

Tom's face lit up like a Christmas tree at that, his smile only getting wider as he offered you his arm again. Even if you wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug smirk of his, you took his arm nonetheless, a small chuckle escaping out of the boy as he wholeheartedly agreed.

"Deal."

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To say you were nervous would be an understatement.

Your hands were clammy, your heartbeat rapid, and if the look on your face wasn't an enough dead giveaway, your not-so-steady breathing would surely do the trick.

Tom was right beside you as you two walk up to their front door, and he can practically see you physically shake with nerves. You can feel his eyes bore a whole on the side of your head, a look of concern but mostly amusement written on his face.

"Hey, you're going to be fine. I'm sure they'll like you. There's no need to be nervous Y/N." He chuckled, swinging his arm over your shoulder as he pulled you in for a side hug. You only nodded with a sigh, Tom squeezing your arm in comfort as he placed a soft kiss on top of your head.

It was so funny, borderline hilarious how anxious you were feeling on meeting his family. The excitement is there of course but this nagging voice inside your head just seems to overpower everything. It was somewhat of a want for them to approve of you and like you in a way, which doesn't even make any sense or prove any point as to why you want their approval. The thought was just ridiculous given the fact that you aren't even his girlfrien—

"Y/N! Hello darling, nice to finally meet you."

Too caught up in your thoughts that you didn't even notice that you've already reached the door, a lovely woman was standing right in front of you as she opened it wider and pulled you in for a warm and welcoming hug. "Nice to finally meet you too Mrs. Holland." You greeted with a bright smile once you pulled away, her hands grabbing yours as she gave it a squeeze.

"Oh please, call me Nikki. I've heard so much about you already since Tom just won't shut up. He's quite fond of you this boy, I mean it is the first time he's ever brought a girlfriend home."

Your eyes widened in shock once your brain processed the word, your head slowly, almost dramatically turning to look at a red-faced Tom as you try and find some kind of explanation. He met your eyes briefly before he shook his head, your brows furrowing even more when he turned back to his mother, cleared his throat and only said, "Mum it's cold out here."

"Oh! My bad, come in, make yourself at home sweets." You weren't given the time to ask Tom questions as you were ushered inside seconds later. The confusion only consumed you more the longer you wonder as to why Tom didn't bother and correct his mother.

What on earth is this boy doing?

"Look who's here." Nikki announced the moment you reached the living room where most of his family was situated. The loud chime of her voice made three sets of eyes turn to you, all faces sporting wide grins that did nothing but made you feel at ease and comfortable in so little time. Tessa was quick to run and jump at Tom, his voice raising an octave as he greeted his precious girl. You, on the other hand, turned towards the sound of your name.

"Y/N! Glad to see you again." Harry was the first one to stand up and greet you with a warm hug. "Hi Harry, how are you?" You grinned, ruffling his mesh of curls that only made him chuckle. "Never better."

His twin brother, Sam, was the next to introduce himself followed by their youngest, cute little Paddy, freckles and all.

"Ah, so this is the girl Tom won't stop talking about." You felt your cheeks heat up at the sentence, turning around to see Tom's father walk in just seconds later.

"Dad—"

"Hello Mr. Holland." You ignored Tom and turned to the father of the family with a sweet smile, in which he returned graciously.

"That's too formal love, just call me Dom." He greeted with a warm hug. Once you pulled away, you caught a glimpse of Tom just watching with a sheepish grin on his lips, making the confusion in your brain grow even more.

You felt really flattered by the fact that Tom has told his family about you. It makes you feel, somewhat special in a way but of course, being as guarded as yourself, you tried your best not to think much about it. You are pretty sure he's talk about all his friends to his family in the same way he talks about you.

Though you are still very curious as to why Tom's mother thought you're his girlfriend, because that's just far from the truth. But it seems like you can't get him alone to ask. That or he's purposefully avoiding you and your questions, you don't know which is which as of yet.

"Oh Tom, I'll help you with your stuff. I believe you two are sleeping in the guest bedroom." Dom butted in and gave Tom's shoulder a pat. He was about to walk out of the room but your voice stopped him.

"We will be sharing a bedroom?" The words slipped out your mouth before you could even stop it, your brows knitted together, your eyes searching Tom's to which he avoided so evidently. "Well, you two are together and I do trust Tom not to do any funny business." Dom simply said, playfulness laced in his tone.

Well, guess that makes it that most, if not all of his family think you're his girlfriend.

"Seriously Dad?" Tom groaned, palm rubbing on his red face, you found it quite adorable if being honest, maybe even more if you weren't raking your brain for answers as to what the hell is going on.

Dom only chuckled as he gave Tom's shoulder a squeeze. "I'm just messing with you. Come on son, your bags won't carry themselves upstairs." Tom nodded with a sigh. He only spare you a quick glance, shooting you a shy smile with his cheeks all flushed and pink.

You were waiting, just waiting for him to say something, to tell his dad that you weren't together, to correct him too but it never came. It was like he wants them to think that you are in fact together, which isn't the case at all, and you could only think as to why.

Well you're not correcting them either.

Huh, touché.

Of course a part of you was enjoying the moment, you've had feeling for Tom for a while now. With him being so sweet, kind and caring with a side of charm, talent and sexiness, how can you not? So his family thinking that you're his girlfriend? It was pure bliss.

You do hate the way it makes you feel hopeful though. Hopeful that there was something more about this, feelings wise. But you just know he doesn't. If the countless of girls he's been pining for wasn't enough proof, then him saying that he doesn't feel anything for you to Harrison, was.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop on their conversation that night, you just happened to walk in his living room to hear your name, and you got hooked.

"Don't believe anything they tell you." Tom warned playfully, his voice taking you out of your train of thoughts. You furrowed your brows at him confused to which he only gestured behind you, his finger pointed accusingly at his brothers. You turned around to see all three boys smiling innocently at you, though the mischievous glints in their eyes says otherwise.

Oh you were getting some good gossip tonight.

"Come on Tom, how bad can it be?"

*     *     *

Your laugh was the first thing Tom heard when he walked back inside the living room, a smile making its way onto his lips to see you glowing with joy. Even more so when he saw Tessa situated comfortably on your lap, the precious dog looking up at you sweetly as she listens to whatever you were saying, the way your hand stroked the back of her ear was enough to make her stay right where she is.

The sight alone melted Tom's heart ten times over.

"What are the four of you talking about?" He asked with a brow raise, his brothers looking at you and then back at him before stifling out little chuckles. "What are you telling her boys?" Tom presses even more, dread slowly consuming him on the thought of what his brothers could've spilt this time.

"Don't worry Tom, they're just confirming what I already know." You responded with a wide grin, leaning back on the couch, all calm and smug.

"And that is?"

"That you're really stupid, especially with girls. God the things that you've done." You answered nonchalantly, shaking your head at him teasingly. Tom's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as a number of horrible and embarrassing stories crossed his mind and he was sure the boys told you one, if not all of those said stories.

"Whoops time to check the turkey." Sam was quick to stand and exit the room, chuckles coming out of him to which Tom could only do nothing but watch him disappear.

"I'll help and set the table. Paddy come on." And just like that all three boys were out of sight, leaving you with a curious yet adorably embarrassed Tom. "Seriously, what did they tell you?" You stifled out a laugh at his distressed state, Tom only jutting out his bottom lip in response as he slowly made his way to stand in front of you.

"It's nothing. Just things you did when you were younger. They quite exposed you if I'm being honest but nothing too bad." You answered to try and reassure him, but still, Tom wasn't having it, but he also knows you weren't going to tell him anytime soon either so he decided to just let it go, even if it was bugging him a lot.

"Wow, we just got here and you've already taken over my family." Tom sighed as he plopped beside you on the couch, his eyes glancing down at the dog who rested soundly on your lap, not even bothered by Tom's presence. "You too Tess? This is just outrageous." He protested, arm resting just behind you as he shot you a playful glare, bottom lip all jutted out and you couldn't help but laugh. You shrugged with a wide and proud grin of your own. "What can I say, I am quite the charm."

"Yup, you definitely are." Tom whispered under his breath but he doesn't really realize most of the time when he's speaking out loud, so of course, you heard.

There was a slight change in his tone, a difference in the way he said it that made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire, a certain look on his face that made your brain grow curios but your heart grow hopeful.

Silence rang in the air as none of you decided to speak after that. Tom knows you heard what he just said, the faint blush in his cheeks just screams it, and it was only a matter of seconds for it to grow awkward until you realized that you've got your own questions for him.

"Tom, why does your whole family think that I'm your girl—"

"I got the yearbook!" Paddy came out of nowhere with a toothy grin, book in hand to which you assumed was Tom's, judging by the way he groaned in utter dismay. "You guys really love to embarrass me."

Paddy only giggled as he made his way beside you, handing you the yearbook to which you thanked him for. You turned to Tom to see another mortified look on his face, and you could do nothing but laugh at his reaction. A smirk was plastered on your lips, all teasing and smug as you patted his leg in feign support.

"Hey, that's what brothers are for."

*     *     *

Dinner was well underway.

The beautiful sound of laughter accompanied by the glorious and delicious smell of the full plates made you feel all warm as you look around the dining table surrounded by a happy family. Tom was sat right beside you, eyes all crinkled as he tried to contain his amusement at bay due to something his Dad had said.

You were holding your end of the conversation as well as his family asks you whatever question they had in mind. It was the typical ones, what you do with work and school, favorite marvel movie – not choosing Spider-Man just to get on Tom's nerves – the usual jazz. Nothing was out of the ordinary until Tom did something cute from the outside looking in, but questionable to you.

"Hey, look at me." He mumbled as he patted your arm softly, making you stop your conversation with Sam to turn and look at your best friend. "Hmm?" You hummed, Tom only smiling at you as his hand took hold of your chin to keep your head in place. The middle of your brows creased, your heartbeat picking up its pace as you stared right at Tom's brown orbs all confused, but you didn't have to ask no more as he brought his napkin up to gently, almost lovingly wipe the gravy that was on the corner of your lips.

"There." Tom flashed you one last smile before turning back to his Dad as if it was nothing, him missing the way you let out the breath you were holding as you tried your best to keep the butterflies from causing any more havoc.

"You two are such an adorable couple." Your head snap back at Nikki who had such a proud grin on her face, looking at you and Tom so adoringly and you didn't want to be the one to ruin it for her, so you just smiled at her shyly, your cheeks all hot as you looked at Tom with the corner of your eyes, the boy still oblivious of the consequences of his actions.

It was such a mundane thing, what Tom just did, and he's done it before too, but somehow, in front of his family, it felt like there was some hidden agenda to it, and you suddenly felt uneasy.

*     *     *

The festivity was now moved back to the living room, the main lights now dimmed replaced by the glow of the Christmas tree as the TV played Elf. Everyone was scattered everywhere with the young boys on the floor wrapped in big and soft comforters, both parents cuddled on the edge of the couch, while you and Tom sat next to each other on the other end.

You tried your best to focus on the movie, but it was becoming a hard task as your mind processed other things instead. Along with Tom's arm resting over your shoulder, pulling you closer and closer to his side as his fingers played with the ends of your hair? It wasn't easy to stay focused.

Even more so when he—out of nowhere—turned his head to place a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips gentle against your skin as it lingers for more seconds than normal. Your eyes snapped up to meet his to which he was quick to avoid as his brown orbs were back on the television. You were staring at him intently, only breaking your gaze once you caught Dom and Nikki whispering in each other's ear, not so discreetly pointing at the two of you.

You placed your eyes back on Tom, your brows furrowing in concentration and curiosity as if you'll find answers on the dips and valleys of his face.

What is this boy trying to prove? Does he actually have a hidden agenda?

Tom tore his eyes from the TV screen to look down at you seconds later once he felt your burning glare on him. "What're you staring at?" He mumbled, the smirk on his lips slowly growing as you only rolled your eyes at him and stayed quiet, looking down at your hands once you felt your cheeks heat up.

And here you were, back on your never ending train of thoughts, more fuel added to the fire when Nikki and Dom bid their goodnights, the phrase "love birds" thrown about to which you and Tom only responded with timid smiles, the boy beside you still not bothering to correct them at all.

That's when the theory as to why finally hits you.

Everything could be just a big misunderstanding but a part of you can't help but think that maybe the reason why Tom has been acting the way he is the moment you arrived at their doorstep, is to actually make his family think that you are in fact his girlfriend.

Maybe his family has been pestering him to get a girlfriend to the point where it was getting on his nerves. Maybe this has been his plan all along the moment he invited you to spend Christmas with him, to show off to his family so that they'll stop asking questions, so that they can finally stop pressing about his love life. If so, then that would absolutely suck.

A heads up would have been slightly better because if that really was the case, then you just feel utterly used and downright played.

And just like that your mood was quick to switch.

"I think I'll go and get some sleep too." You grumbled as you pulled away from his grasp. You were fast to stand to your full height that it made the middle of Tom's brows crease with worry. "You alright?"

You flashed him a tight-lipped smile, avoiding his eyes as much as possible as you nodded. "Yeah, just tired."

Tom had his thinking face for a second, the one he wears whenever he suspects that you weren't exactly telling him the truth. You were glad though that, that said face only lasted a few seconds. "Okay, I'll be right up in a few."

Once you've said goodnight to the boys, you were quick to turn on your heel as you rushed upstairs, shutting the bedroom door behind you with a long sigh.

You were going to make the most of your time alone, to think and to breathe at least, to have a much needed space given the fact that Tom would most likely show up in a couple minutes and there would be nowhere to escape him.

Perks of sharing a bedroom. Sarcasm greatly intended.

*     *     *

Lying down alone in bed has always been one of your places to think, or in this case, overthink.

You were torn, still not clear as to what you'd conclude this situation to be. If you've just made a big deal out of the whole situation when it wasn't at all; or that there's definitely something going on and you just know nothing about it. But either way, you can't help but be hurt.

You could try and pretend to actually be his girlfriend and just live in the moment, this has been your dream for so long after all. But you also can't stop thinking about how you're playing yourself if you do exactly that.

If you let him use you for his own gain, then you're just setting yourself for heartbreak in the future.

Your feelings for Tom shouldn't in anyway make him have a pass on lying. What you feel for him should never make him able to get away with everything, especially with the risk of him taking advantage of it. Maybe he knows what you feel, maybe he doesn't, but that still doesn't give him any right to drag you into whatever he's planning without confronting you about it first.

It could've made a difference if he talked to you about it, asked this whole thing as a favor instead of just playing you right into his trap.

Could this actually be the reason why he suddenly thought about bringing you home with him? If so, then he probably doesn't care if you were to spend Christmas all alone.

You were hurt for sure, but you were also very angry, hence why you aren't fully rational with the situation at hand.

You and Tom have never slept in the same room ever before. Same house sure, all the sleepovers can vouch for that, but you've always had your own space whenever that happens. You two have shared a few clothes, and a few stuff but none of you has crossed too much into the other's personal space. Being best friends, it has its perks but it also has boundaries for it to stay that way, which is why you also have never shared a bed.

You weren't exactly sure if you're ready to make tonight the first, especially with the whole 'his family thinks you're his girlfriend' thing going on. You also weren't sure if your heart could really take it, being so near to him in an almost, too intimate setting with your emotions and all.

Having feelings for your best friend is stressful as fuck.

As much as you want him to sleep on the floor, you couldn't find it in you to let it happen. You were definitely mad at him, but just because, you still couldn't let him sleep on the cold, hard floor. So, you opted on placing a pillow in the middle of the bed, a make-shift wall to separate your side and his. It wasn't much, but it was something at least, a needed distance for you not to cross dangerous territory.

The things you do to spare your heart.

You were staring straight at the cream-colored walls, gears in your mind still turning when you heard the door open and then shut, the lock clicking just seconds later, but you stayed still, no movement, no noise.

It was a few minutes of him doing whatever it was he was doing as he walked around the room, into the bathroom and back. You couldn't see him as you tried and pretended to be asleep, your eyes faintly closed; only hearing his footsteps coming closer until you felt the other side of the bed dip. You can definitely feel his eyes on you, just staring, observing, and he was silent for a moment, until he lets out a deep sigh.

Tom knows you, of course he wasn't falling for your little act. "I know you're still awake."

"Oh yay, do you want a cookie for noticing?" You grumbled, still not bothering to turn around. Your back was facing him, but you can just picture him running a hand over his head, a little frustrated maybe, but nothing you can't handle.

"Are you mad at me?" You couldn't help but roll your eyes, your snark getting the best of you because he knows what's been happening the moment you two arrived, so it's only fair that he comes clean with it. "I don't know Tom, should I be mad at you?"

"I don't know too Y/N but judging by this barrier? You definitely are."

You couldn't stop your eyes from rolling again, just out of habit, even though he can't see it. You didn't even try to hide your annoyance as you exclaimed enthusiastically. "Great job! You want another cookie?"

"Y/N, stop with the damn cookies and just tell me what's up." You can hear it in his voice that he was getting riled up, and you want nothing more than to annoy the living daylights out of him, but when he gets heated, you tend to feed off of it too.

"Fine. I'll tell you alright." You tore the blankets off of you in haste, standing back on your bare feet as you glared at Tom who was sat across you, frown written on his lips with a little hint of annoyance still present all over his face.

You crossed your arms over your chest in mere attempt to look intimidating, trying your hardest to not get too distracted since the fucker didn't even have the decency to put a shirt on. "Maybe you should've given me a heads up when you're going to use me as a decoy girlfriend to appease your family."

Tom's face visibly softened at your words, a sigh was heard from him as he lowered his head to avoid your eyes. You stayed quiet and just waited for him to say something, it was after the count of ten—in your head of course—when he looked back up at you with an expression you can't quite read.

"Look, mum just assumed that you are. I definitely am not using you as decoy and I didn't tell them that you're my girlfriend." He reasoned, nervous hand coming up to rub on his shoulder, unconsciously flexing his bicep along the way and you hate how one little thing could affect you so much. You took a breath, replaying that you're mad at him over and over inside your head.

It was rare for Tom to ever lie, and when he does—in most cases—you would be the first to notice. He wasn't lying sure, but you still weren't convinced that he was telling you the full truth.

"But you didn't correct them and say that I'm just your best friend either." You pointed out as you narrowed your eyes at the boy. It was clear in the way he looked away that he was cornered, no more cards to show except for one that Tom wasn't ready to play just yet. Lying wasn't an option either so he tried to shift the conversation instead. "Well, neither did you."

You blinked, completely taken aback by his choice of tone, an accusing one that is. "Oh don't you dare try and pin this on me now Thomas."

Tom knew that his whole name coming out of your lips was warning enough, but being the idiot that he is, of course he decided to poke his head inside his ass some more instead of just being straight up and honest with you. "I'm just saying, you could've told them we weren't together but you didn't so this isn't all on me."

The glint in your eyes made Tom swallow the lump in his throat. But when you spoke with gritted teeth, that's when he knew he might actually have screwed things up. "Unbelievable. You knew how nervous I was to meet your family! How could I ever possibly tell them off? Fuck it, you know what? Don't bother me until you're ready to tell me the truth."

"Y/N—"

"If you do as much as cross the tip of your finger over this pillow I'm going to end you." The threat in your voice was clear and Tom could do nothing more but watch as you climb back in bed, pulling the covers over you rather harshly as you kept your back turned on him.

He laid himself down with a deep sigh, both hands finding its way on the back of his head as he stared up at the ceiling, stealing glances at your form every now and then. His frown only got deeper as the clock ticked by with you still paying him no mind. The silence in the air grew longer, even deafening to the point that it was driving him nuts.

Tom was well aware that you were still up because your breathing wasn't as steady as it should be when you're actually asleep. He knows you like the back of his hand, just as you do about him. Your every quirk, every habit, he notices every single one of them. It was easy for him to know what's been bothering you—well, in most days—and it's definitely easy for him to notice if you're pretending to be asleep, especially if he was just so close.

You had every right to be upset because he was so obviously beating around the bush. He knew fully well how much you hated it when someone isn't being completely truthful right up to your face or otherwise. To add to that, he just had to get in your nerves some more by pushing some of the blame on you too.

Tom wanted nothing more than to smack himself upside the head. He does deserve it.

But one thing for sure was that he shouldn't let this argument reach the morning. He just has to suck it up, gather all the courage he could muster and tell you the whole and honest truth, no matter the consequences. Even if he was putting your friendship at risk.

Slowly, Tom sat up as he leaned back on his arms, eyes casted at the girl who lay just beside him. "Y/N?" Silence. "I know you're still up." More silence.

Come on Tom, you can do better than that.

Swinging his legs off the bed, he stood fully up, quietly rounding the corner and walking towards your side. Tom was right when he suspected that you weren't asleep when you moved quiet abruptly. It was like your motion sensors were on high alert as you were quick to turn around before he could even reach you, keeping your back on him to purposely avoid him.

Crouching down so that he was almost the same level as the bed, Tom lifted a hand up to poke your arm gently, and when you didn't swat him away, he took that as a good sign.

"Y/N, just hear me out please." Tom softly cooed, finger running up and down your arm with a feather-like touch, soothing away your anger in mere seconds. He couldn't stop his smile from growing when he felt you slowly relax, and Tom knew it was only a matter of time before you finally give in. He always took so much pride on how you can't resist him for far too long.

"What do you want?" You grumbled, still not going through the hassle of turning to face him, but only because you know how close he just is. If you did as much as roll on your other side, your face would only be an inch or two from his own, and you aren't sure if your heart can handle that proximity.

"Just want to talk." You spared him a glance over your shoulder, seeing nothing but puppy-dog eyes staring right back at you with his full pout in play. "Please?" Tom added, and all you could do was groan in utter defeat, just knowing that he won't stop unless you talk to him. His stubbornness is one of the reasons why you're here, right at their house during Christmas, in the very first place.

You sat up and moved back until you were near the headboard, crossing your legs as you watch him sit on the space in front of you, right in arms-length.

Tom stared at you for a moment, head tilted to the side with a look you can't quite comprehend, but it did bring that certain flutter you feel in your heart whenever he looks at you, but this time, more intense. Even more so when he suddenly whispered, almost like a breath, his voice soft and gentle, tone laced in pure endearment when he said:

"God you're beautiful."

The warmth in your heart was quick to rise and spread to your cheeks. You willed yourself to think nothing more of his comment than just a poor attempt to distract you. "Tom, spill."

Tom shook his head with a shy chuckle, eyes casted down for a quick second before it was back on yours. "Right uhm, first off, I promise you, I didn't plan this at all. I was just as shocked as you were when mum called you my girlfriend. This was never my reason as to why I invited you here in the first place. And second..."

Trailing off his sentence, Tom slowly moved closer towards you. The sudden change in the atmosphere only made your heartbeat quicken, and when he reached out to take both of your hands in his, all your nerves were on an all-time high. "I didn't correct them and say that you're my best friend and that we're not together or that you're not my girlfriend because... I was uhm, because I really want, no, I don't want you to be." Tom's voice faded as he spoke the last part of his sentence that you didn't quite catch what he said nor did you understand. His eyes were now casted down at his fingers that were gently fiddling with yours, nervousness very clear in his touch.

You furrowed your brows at him, frown on your lips as you softly said. "You're not making any sense." This made Tom throw his head back with a groan, hands letting go of yours as he rubbed them on his face frustratedly. His eyes were shut tight as he mumbled to himself, but the fact that he was so close, you still heard it nonetheless. "Dammit why am I so bad at this?"

"Tom, why didn't you tell them I'm not your girlfriend?" You asked to try and pry the answer out of him, asking him the question that's been hanging over your heads the moment you arrived. Both his arms fell limp on his sides, and when his eyes met yours with a different glimmer coating them, you were nowhere near prepared by his confession.

"Because I enjoyed it okay? I liked the way it sounded when mum called you my girlfriend. I felt so happy just seeing you get along with my brothers instantly, even when the only thing they did was embarrass me. And when you didn't say anything? I was taking every chance that I could to soak it in while it's still there, to pretend to be your boyfriend because maybe it's the only chance that I'll ever get, even if it's not real." You stared at him in shock, words stuck in your throat as your brain still tried to process what you're actually hearing.

Tom's heart was hammering against his chest, loud and fast as he leaned closer, his shaking hand reaching out to hold your face, palm soft against your cheek, thumb stroking your skin ever so gently.

Your eyes blinked as if his touch brought you out of your thoughts. Confusion was written all across your features, a nervous chuckle escaping Tom as he continued, heart and soul poured into his words. "I was enjoying the moment because I don't want you to be just my best friend anymore Y/N, I want you to be more than that. I've had feelings for you for so long now and seeing you tonight with my family only just confirmed that I am hopelessly and deeply in love with you."

You shook your head at him, eyes closing as you tried to get a hold of your sanity, still unable to believe the actual words that came out of his mouth. Because Tom telling you that he loves you? Your best friend? The person who you've been in love with after all this time? It just seems too good to be true. "Don't even try and lie to me Tom."

"Why would I lie to you about this?"

"I heard you telling Harrison you didn't have feelings for me." The slight shake in your voice made Tom's heart ache a little. You were doubtful and Tom knows it's because you were scared of that he was just telling you this just because. He understands why, he knows about your past relationship, of course he understands. But he could never, in a million years lie to you. He never would.

"I was in denial because you don't feel the same way and knowing Harrison, he was for sure going to say something to you if I admitted to him my feelings then. I was scared that it'll ruin our friendship and fuck, maybe I just did right now and I'm just—"

"What makes you think I don't feel the same way?" You cut him off, so many mixed emotions rushing through you in a span of a minute. You were still suspicious, that’s what so much heartbreak can do to you, but that only starts to fade away once you think about who's in front of you. You trust Tom with everything that you are, and that always outweighs every doubt in your mind.

"Because when you—wait, does that mean what I think it means?" The realization that grew on Tom's face made him look ten times more adorable, hopeful eyes looking at you with that bright, charming smile slowly making an appearance.

You bit the insides of your cheeks to stop yourself from grinning, wearing the best poker face that you could to try and seem unfazed. You weren't giving him the satisfaction just yet. "Tom, answer my question."

He shook his head no with a sheepish grin. "But your question is suggestive. Why would you ask me that question if—"

"Yes, I'm in love with you too, you idiot."

Tom was quick to shush your giggles as he pressed his lips against yours, his hand finding its way on the back of your neck to keep your head in place. The kiss was everything you could have ever imagined it to be, so much longing and passion poured into it that it could only make your head spin and your heart grow.

You were consumed in nothing but bliss as his mouth molded yours, his hand finding your waist as he gently pushed you down until you laid flat on your back. Tom situated himself between your legs as soon as you wrapped them around his waist, your arms snaking around his neck to pull him even closer, a soft groan leaving him at the feeling of so little space between you two.

"You have no idea how long I've been daydreaming about this..." Tom whispered, his lips leaving yours as he slowly trailed down, placing a peck on your chin before his lips found its way down your neck. "...about kissing you..." You gasped as he gently nibbled on the skin, trailing even further down to your collarbone as he softly growled. "...all of you."

"I think I do." You breathe out, hand running up and down the back of his neck as he continued to litter you with kisses, some gentle, some... not so much. "Yeah?" The grin in his voice was clear as day as he looked at you through his lashes with a dark glint in his eyes, his hands sneaking under your shirt, fingertips touching you in a way that made goosebumps erupt on your skin.

"Hmm, I've been doing the same." You hummed. Tom's lips hurriedly made its way back on yours as he kissed you hungrily this time, teeth nibbling at your bottom lip before his tongue slipped its way in your mouth. You ran your hands down his bare torso, feeling every bit of muscle, from pecks to abs. It was ridiculous how your simple touch could turn Tom on so much, the blood rushing down that made his sweatpants grow tighter. "I wanna love on you."

You let out a soft moan when he suddenly rutted his hips once, only once to tease you and to tell you just how much he wants you. But as much as you want him too, you couldn't seem to forget about where exactly you two are. "Not tonight Holland. Your parents are right downstairs and your brothers are right across the hall."

Tom only chuckled lowly at that, burying his face back on the crook of your neck as he nipped at your soft spot, earning a gasp from you. "Guess we have to stay quiet then."

"Tempting, but I don't think I can, especially when it's you." You admitted coyly, Tom pulling away at your words as he supported himself on his forearms, eyebrow raised at you with the cockiest grin you've seen him wear. "Oh? Is that so?"

"So next time?" You smiled at him shyly, heat coating your cheeks as you brought a hand up to cup his face. Tom chuckled with a nod, leaning towards your touch like a puppy as he hummed. "Whatever you want love."

He pulled away from your grasp as he sat up, the sudden absence of his touch making your frown. Tom only flashed you a reassuring smile, grabbing the pillow-barrier just beside you and throwing it across the room, the space on the bed now bigger than before. "Won't be needing that anymore." His comment earned a hearty laugh from you, the sound melting Tom's heart as he looked down at you with pure adoration.

"You, my love, are the Best Christmas gift ever." Tom sighed as he leaned down to place a sweet kiss on your lips, snuggling himself back in your arms, face buried in the crook of your neck with an awfully wide smile that he can't seem to wipe off, not that he was complaining.

"Great, because I actually forgot to buy you anything." You teased, hand running up and down his bare back to which Tom could only sigh in pure content. "That's alright, you are more than enough."

"God you're such a cheese ball."

"I've finally got you after so fucking long, my cheesiness isn't going to run out anytime soon darling."

And after a few more giggles, teasing comments, lots of kisses with a sprinkle of 'I love you's here and there, the two you slowly drifted off with smiles on your faces, happy and grateful to be finally in each other's arms.

Christmas at the Holland's went way better than you thought it would.

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[daily-rubbersoul-redux]

Mae knocked gently on the door of the science classroom, let out a small breath she wasn't aware she had been holding. Alright, she was just going to talk about things, what the hell was she so nervous about? She was cool, she was pretty, and she was capable, surely she could do something as simple as thi-

Before she could finish psyching herself up (or get to the part in her thoughts were she started thinking this might not be such a great idea) she heard a faint "Come in" from the other side of the door. She pushed to door open, and softly closed it behind her before speaking. "Good afternoon, Satsujin-sensei, I'm here to talk about my-" She stopped mid sentence as she actually noticed what - or more specifically, WHO - was in front of her.

There were two chairs pulled up to Suikai's desk; One unoccupied, and the other occupied by Mai, who sensing that things were about to get VERY awkward, gave a little wave as an olive branch of sorts.

An olive branch that was not very well received.

Suikai clasped his hands together, a pleasant smile on his face. "Ah, Mae! Come, take a seat and we can talk. I believe you wanted some feedback on your essay draft, no?"

Mae ignored this, pointing at her sister in an accusatory manner. "Why is SHE here?" She spat, eye twitching a bit. Mai felt a chill.

"Ah, well, I noticed that you two don't seem to get along too well, and as such have decided to try and help you sort out your differences! Mai agreed to help out, hence why she's here." He smiled, beaming positivity, a gesture that did nothing but sour Mae's mood even more. She had been planning on talking about things, sure, but not like THIS. She begrudgingly walked over and sat down, arms crossed and expression foul. "Forget the essay, let's just get this over with."

Mai looked from Suikai to her sister and back. "Well, no, I mean... If now's not a good time, we can do it later, I'll just go-"

"Now, hold on Mai. Just leaving things like this isn't going to help make things better. Besides, it's not as if you have any other pressing matters right now, yes? There may not be another day when you both are free for a while." Suikai responded, taking his own seat.

Mai rubbed the back of her head. "I suppose you have a point... I mean, I do have something to do later, but this shouldn't take that long..."

"We both know you'd rather be off doing something with him, so why don't you just go already." Mae grumbled, glaring at the floor.

"Him?" Suikai asked, looking at Mai inquisitively.

"Oh, ah... My boyfriend. It's our first anniversary today." She replied, looking both a bit bashful, and smiling softly.

"Oh, congratulations!" Suikai replied, clasping his hands together once again, an action which made Mae fume. "That's wonderful! Oh, I'm sure you're a wonderful girlfrien-"

At that moment, Mae decided that she had had enough. She didn't com here to listen to yet ANOTHER person praise her sister while she sat there just having to take it. To take the fact that she wasn't as good, or liked, or anything. She flew up from her seat, chair flying back a bit. She had had ENOUGH with today dammit, with everything that could go wrong going wrong, and not to have to hear this, she.

She was finally going to say how she really felt.

"Oh yes, BRAVO MAI. BRAVO for once again taking EVERYTHING from me. What, was the admiration of our peers not enough, hmmm? The fact that you're always the smart one, the pretty one, the popular one? No. NO, of COURSE not. No no no, you just HAD to go ahead and get with the boy I LIKED TOO, HUH?"

Mai's eyes widened. What? She hadn't...

"AND NOW," Mae continued, angrily pacing her furious gaze set "Since it's YOUR anniversary, I get to have EVERYONE RUB IT IN MY FACE! 'Oh Mae tell your sister I said congrats about her and Rizo!' 'Oh Mae could you give your sister this and tell her congrats on her anniversary? Thanks!' I'M SICK OF IT!" She stopped pacing walking over to her sister and grabbing her by the shirt, half pulling her up out of her seat. "I HATE being compared to you constantly, I HATE that you take everything away from me, and I HATE YOU!" She hollered, before dropping Mai, and fleeing the room. Mai immediately scrambled to her feet, rushing out the door "Mae, wait come back, I didn't-"

...But she was already gone.

Suikai, gently placed a hand on Mai's shoulder. "...I'll go look for her." Without another word he left the classroom, beginning his search for the emotionally volatile teen.

Mai just stood in the doorway.

...Why hadn't she told her any of this before? If she had then....

Maybe this could have been avoided.....

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Eighteen

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

(Some fluff and smut for ya on this Friday evening.)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen

Masterpost

Harry speeds to your apartment as fast he can. He keys into the front door, and sprints up the stairs, your door is open for him, and he closes it behind him. You’re pacing in the living room, waiting for him. You both make eye contact. He rushes to you, picks you, and swings you around as he holds you tight to his chest. He puts you down and cups your face in his hands.

“Please, say it.” He says.

“I love you, Harry.” He kisses you tenderly, then breaks the kiss.

“I love you too, so much.”

“I feel like such an asshole.” You say between kisses. “I am so sorry. You were just looking out for me.” Tears start streaming from your eyes, but his thumbs wipe them away.

“I’m sorry too. You’re an adult, and you know how to take care of yourself, I need to remember that. I don’t see you as helpless, but I will admit, I see you as this small girl who I feel very protective of. I never want anything bad to happen to you, ever. I can’t erase the night we ran into him from my mind. I don’t think I���ve ever been so terrified.”

“I like that you look after me, I do. I said such awful things earlier, I won’t ever do that again.” You sigh, leaning into his touch. “That was a really scary night, but you help me forget. You help me feel better, and most importantly, you help me be myself.”

He takes you in for another kiss, and you wrap your arms around his waist. He moves you, and pushes you up against the wall next near your front hall. He swipes his tongue along your bottom lip, requesting access. You open up for him, his warm tongue entering your mouth to taste you. You press your tongue to his, causing him to groan into you. You feel yourself getting hot between your legs. That’s where you wanted that tongue. He moves his mouth down to your neck, and slides his hands down to your hips. Yours move up to his hair, lacing through his curls. He bites down on you, right in the crook of your neck, and sucks.

“Ahhh, fuck.” You moan.

Harry slips his hand inside your sweatpants, expecting to feel your panties, but they’re not there. He looks at you and raises an eyebrow.

“Commando?”

“I hate wearing underwear at home.” You say, pushing his hand further down your pants. He drags a finger up and down your slit slowly. You press the back of your head against the wall. “God, I wanted this so bad last night.”

“You did?”

“Yes, I just wanted to feel your hands all over me.” His palm flattens against you, and you grind into his hand. “I missed you too, I know I didn’t really say it, but I did. I won’t make you wait to see me like that again, Harry.”

“You won’t?” He presses harder against you.

“No, Harry.” He takes his hand out of your pants and you whimper. He smirks at you.

Harry lifts you up, and puts you over his shoulder. You squeal and giggle with excitement. He brings you to your room, and sets you down.

“Alright, take those pesky things off.” He says, lifting his shirt over his head. You slide your sweatpants off and wiggle out of your bra. He leaves his pants on, for now. “Get on the bed and lay flat on your back, please.” He was being commanding. You weren’t going to be in charge tonight, not that you deserved to be. You do as he says, and lay flat on your bed. He gets on the bed and lays next to you on his side.

Harry’s fingers lightly graze from your chest down to your stomach. Goosebumps raise all over your skin. He was going to tease you tonight, and you just needed to lay and there and take it. He needed this to be able to move on from your fight. He needed to show you that you couldn’t act like that. His hand pushes your legs open. His fingers runs slowly up and down your folds, and circles around you like he’s swirling over a wine glass. You were absolutely drenched, dripping for him. He holds his hand up so you can see the wetness. Your cheeks flush.

“All this for me?” You nod yes. He takes the finger into his mouth and sucks on it. “Mm, so sweet.” He brings his hand back down to you. You spread your legs a little wider for him and he smirks. “You wanna feel me, is that it?” You nod yes again. “Words, please.”

“Yes.”

“Do you think you deserve it, after how you acted?” You squint at him, you know this is part of his dirty talk, but you aren’t sure how to answer him. You honestly didn’t deserve to have him pleasure you after how you acted. You just shake your head no, he laughs for a moment. “Right, how ‘bout this. I’ll make ya feel real good, and that’ll remind ya to act like a good girl, deal?” Jesus, is this another kink? You’re not sure how you feel about it, but you go with it. He seems turned on, and that was good enough for you.

“Deal.”

He knew he was being a little aggressive, but he wouldn’t seriously try to dominate you. His thumb slowly rubs on your clit, and your eyes roll into the back of your head. His thumb was perfectly calloused, and pressed down on you just hard enough as he rubbed. While he rubbed you, he slowly worked his middle finger into you. You clenched around him at first, took a deep breath, then relaxed. He loved the feeling of your walls around him. You were so warm and inviting. He shifts himself slowly so his body is between your legs, getting at you at a better angle. He curls his finger, and pumps in and out of you. You were still tight, he needed to try to stretch you out a bit.

“I’m gonna try to work another finger in, okay?” There was your sweet boy.

“Alright.”

“Just tell me to stop if it hurts or if it’s too much.”

“I will.”

Harry takes his finger out of you completely, before you can even miss him, you watch him suck on his index finger, and then dip his hand back down to you. He was concentrating hard, like a doctor in surgery. You feel his two fingers brush up against your center. He slowly works them in, and you feel him stretch you out. You grunt through your teeth at the feeling. Harry had long, fat fingers.

“Doin’ alright?”

“Mhm.”

He knew it felt good, you were practically leaking for him. He curled both fingers and slowly pumped them in and out. He took his other hand so he could rub your clit. Your body was starting to writhe from his touch.

“Jesus, fuck.” You moan. He moves a little faster, going a little deeper. He hits your G-spot, and you’re putty in his hands. “Harry, fuck!” You put a pillow over your face, but he pulls it away.

“No way, I wanna see your face.” He continues to pump you deeper.

“Harry! Fuck, don’t stop, please, fuck! Don’t stop!” You feel tears welling in the corners of your eyes. You moan over and over. Your eyes screw shut as you feel your stomach tighten. Your body was drenched in sweat, but it felt good. You liked feeling hot all over. You looked up at the beautiful man in front of you, then down to wear his hand was connecting with your body. “Ahh, Harry, fuck!” You moan again, and then you start seeing stars. You come undone and your vision completely blurs. His fingers are saturated from your come. He pulls out of you slowly, and wipes his hand off on his stomach, not really caring about the mess.

He lays next to you again, waiting for you to come to. Your eyes had screwed shut when you came. Your breathing was slowly going back to normal, but your heart was still racing. Your eyes flutter open, and you look over at him. You try to speak but nothing comes out. You thought the last orgasm you had was the best ever, but this. This was insanely intense. All you can think to do is crash your lips to his, and undo his pants. You pull them down just enough to get them over his butt, pulling his boxers with them. You immediately grip him in your hands. He was so big and thick. He hisses at your touch, and sucks in a breath. You understood now, this was makeup sex, or the closest thing to it. You pump him as fast as you can. You want him to come all over you.

“Harry, I want you to come all over me.” You finally work up the courage to say.

“Fuck.” He moans. “Keep talking to me.”

“I want to feel your warm come all over me, won’t you do that for me?” He moves to straddle you, keeping your hands on him to pump him.

“Shit, that feels amazing.” You pump him faster. “Babe, I’m gonna come.”

Harry grips himself so he can properly aim. His hot come shoots out of him, cascading onto your chest and stomach. You moan as you feel it cover you. He flops onto his back, and kicks his pants the rest of the way off. You loved his naked body, it was a work of art. He kisses the temple on your forehead, and gets up to get a small towel from the bathroom. He wipes you off.

“Thank you.” He gets back on the bed with you, and holds his arms out. You gladly snuggle into him.

“You did so great, how do you feel?”

“Amazing. You’re so good at that.”

“It didn’t hurt too much?”

“Only a little at first, but it was fine. It felt so good. It makes it easier that your nails aren’t long.” He strokes the top of your head, playing with your hair. “Mm, that feels nice.”

“I love you.” He coos.

“I love you too.” You give him a kiss on his chest, and sigh. “I really am sorry.”

“I know. Can we just agree that if something is bothering either of us, that we talk about it instead of bottling it up? If you’re feeling anxious or worried, I want you to be able to talk with me so I can help, rather than push me away.”

“Why are you always so understanding? You always know what to say.” You felt like he was too good for you, but you wouldn’t say it out loud.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, I used to be a real prick. I wasn’t always so understanding or nice. Probably why I couldn’t keep a girlfriend. I never wanted to be tied down and I enjoyed the hook up life, it was noncommittal. But I think a lot of guys feel that way when they’re in college and aren’t sure what direction their life is headed.”

“What changed for you?”

“A couple years ago I dated this girl, for like seven months. We were never on the same page about anything. We actually broke up because I didn’t want to give her a key to my place. I spoke with my sister about all of it, and she told me I just shouldn’t date until I figured out what I wanted. I think that’s when I just dove into my work more. The freelancin’. I would take pictures of these couple’s on their anniversaries, engagements, weddings, all that stuff. It started to make me feel sad, like I would never get it together enough to have that.” He pauses, and you wait for him to continue. “Niall seemed to leave the playboy life behind pretty easily, and obviously Louis was settlin’ down. He had a kid for god’s sake. I had a long talk with Niall, and he called me out on a lot of my bullshit and how I would treat girls, women.” He looks down at you. “He would set me up once in a while with girls he knew, some of them were complete stinkers. I remember when he started talkin’ ‘bout you.” You smile up at him. “This really beautiful, smart, and funny girl. Not to mention insanely talented with her work. I kept tellin’ him to ask you out, but he never did. He would tell me funny stories about you. One day I had had enough, and I asked him to set me up with ya.”

“You asked him?”

“Yup. Took you forever to agree to it too. Now I know why.”

“What is it about me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said before that you broke up with that other girl over a key, but with me, well, you were ready for that pretty early on.”

“I don’t know really.” He shrugs. “I think just being older helps. My values have changed a bit. A person can grow up a lot in just a couple years. I think it was watching Lou be a dad to Freddie. I figured if that idiot can grow up, so could I.” He chuckles to himself. “I wasn’t expecting to fall for you the way I did either. You were so nice and sweet on our first date. There was literally no judgment from you.”

“What was there to judge?”

“I know how I come off to people, I’m not stupid.” He smirks. “I’m a tall dude with a mop of hair on his head, with a million different tattoos that likes to wear jewelry and have his nails painted. I’m just a wee bit different.”

“You like what you like, nothing wrong with that.”

“See, right there. That’s what I mean, you say I’m so understandin’, but it’s you too. You’re so carin’ too. I couldn’t believe you bought me groceries and cleaned my place up like that while I was away. I thought I was goin’ to melt into a puddle.” You snuggle in closer to him.

“I like doing that kind of stuff for you.”

“And I like doin’ stuff for you too. It’s okay that we want to take care of each other y’know?”

“I guess I’m just not used to it.” You sit up and look for his shirt. You snatch it from the end of the bed and put it on. “Let’s get under the covers.” You both slide under the blankets, and get cozier. “I didn’t want to be completely naked when we talked about this?”

“About what?” You’re both turned, facing each other.

“The only people I ever truly felt cared for by, or loved by, were my grandparents, on my mom’s side.” Harry gives you a confused look. “I know I have a big family, but I’ll be honest, it wasn’t a really loving household. My parents were always fighting, and my dad had the worst possible temper. He’s better now, but I still get scared to tell him things in fear that he’ll yell at me. He was pretty verbally abusive. My oldest sister and him don’t even talk. But when my grandparents would come visit, my parents would act a little nicer. They used to live really close by, so when I was little, it was like we were always with them, then they moved to Florida. It was awful.”

“Why did you feel like only they loved you?”

“I don’t know, I think it was the terms of endearment they would use. It was always precious or darling girl, and it was my Papa that always called me his baby. In his older age he had dementia, and he couldn’t remember my name. I would call a couple times a month, and he knew to call me baby by the sound of my voice. He remembered me, always.” You start to tear up. “If someone asked him about his baby, he knew they were talking about me.” You take a deep breath. “I would visit them in Florida any chance I got. I got my first job when I was fourteen just so I could pay for my own plane tickets, no one was going to tell me I couldn’t go see them.”

“Did someone tell you, you couldn’t?”

“My dad was weird about it. I don’t think he understood the relationship. Every time I’d step off that plane and see their smiling faces, I was immediately at peace. The Aruba trip was one of my favorites. But my Papa started getting worse, and he couldn’t really travel anymore, so if we wanted to see them, we had to fly down. You know he’s not even my biological grandfather? I had two sets of grandparents on my mom’s side. But he had been around since before I was born, that man loved me, us, more than anything in this world.” You wipe some tears away. “He passed away right before my senior year of college. It was the hardest thing I ever had to go through…at the time. Him and my Nannie had an eighteen year age difference, so he was pretty old, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him.” You smile. “I miss him every day, it’s gotten easier but the grief I feel still stings. I’ve been close with my Nannie since I was a little girl, and now that she doesn’t have him it just hurts. They were the two people I felt most taken care of by in the world. When my parents separated when I was finishing high school, my relationship with my mom got really strained. It still sort of is, but it’s better. I was the only one still living at home, so I was caught in all the crossfire and put in the middle of everything. My grandparents were my escape.” Harry takes his thumb and wipes your tears away.

“Thank you for telling me all of this. I’m so sorry he’s not around anymore.”

“He would have loved you. My Nannie tries to come up in the summer time, so you’ll get to meet her at some point.”

“Or we could just go to Florida in the middle of winter.” You smile at him.

“That would be really nice. I think that’s why I get sad at Thanksgiving too. We used to host it at our house, and my mom’s whole family would come over. When they moved to Florida, slowly the numbers started to dwindle. Then my parents separated. Now my sister Erica does Thanksgiving, but the majority of the people there are her boyfriend’s family. They’re so loud and annoying. And I know we don’t eat meat, but my Nannie used to make the most delicious brisket in the world. I never really liked turkey, so I would look forward to that. If she made it for me, I would eat it, that’s how good it is.”

“I’m sorry your holiday is so tainted. But, I’m excited to meet everyone.” He gives you a reassuring smile.

“I’m glad, I just know I’ll be on edge the whole day.”

“I’ll be right there with you the whole time. Will I get to see your childhood home at all?”

“Yeah, when we go to my dad’s in the morning for breakfast. He still has the house.”

“Your mum didn’t want it?”

“Nope, she wanted out. She moved out the same day my brother moved in with his friends. I was so mad at him for leaving. Erica was still technically living at home, but she was in school so she was never around. And my oldest sister moved in with my mom.” You scrunch your face. “I really don’t want to talk about all of that. Bad memories.”

“Alright.” He runs a hand up and down your arm to soothe you. “My parents are divorced, but my mum remarried a really nice guy. I was little when they broke up though, so I don’t remember much.”

“Sometimes I wish my parents had just ended it when we were little. I hate having all those memories.”

“I think parents forget that kids are a lot smarter than they let on sometimes.”

“That’s an understatement.” Your phone starts buzzing, it’s Erica. “Shit, I need to answer her, I haven’t responded to any of her texts.” He nods as you sit up. “Hey.”

“Just wanna confirm that you’ll make the kugel for Thursday.”

“Yes, of course.”

“And are you bringing your new man?”

“His name is Harry.” You giggle. “And yes, he’ll be joining.”

“Great! We’re excited to meet him.”

“I’m going to make some extra veggie dishes too. He’s vegan so I wanna make sure he has things to eat.”

“We’ll have potatoes and mum is making roasted veggies so we may have enough. I think just the kugel is all we need from you.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

“See ya in a few days!” You sigh and hang up the phone, Harry is sitting up looking at you. “What?”

“Nothin’, you’re just cute. Um, what’s a kugel?”

“It’s a Jewish noodle casserole, it’s really good. But there’s a lot of dairy in it so you may not want to eat it.”

“We’ll see. Is there anything I can bring?”

“I think just yourself will be good.” Your stomach growls. “Jesus, all this talk about food. I haven’t eaten all day.”

“Neither have I.” You feel terrible. You caused all of this. You look at the time on your phone, it’s only half passed seven. “What do you say to some takeout? I could order us some Thai food.”

“That sounds incredible.”

Everything felt back to normal. You and Harry enjoyed some vegetable lo mein and some sushi while watching a romantic comedy on Netflix. He even spent the night with you. Your relationship was still new, yet so intense at times. Sometimes you didn’t know what to do with yourself, but one thing you knew for sure, you never wanted to fight with him ever again.

[nevaryadl]

Frossie! =) (cause it's your fault I like that ship)

Uh hi let me just uh... fanboy for a second because... holy shit you’re a really fucking talented artist and I really love your subscorp art  and just *faints*

1. Who kissed the other first? Frost did. Cassie had just taken her out on their first date and she was just sitting there and laughing about something and just being her and Frost leaned over and just landed one on her cheek. They both just sort of Gay Sizzled Out for several seconds.

2. What was their first fight about? Frost was already having a bad day and Cassie made a comment to the other Kombat Kids in Frost’s defense and she snapped about how she did not need anyone to fight for her. There was a brief argument over it before Frost just stopped and then sobbed and apologized for lashing out like that. They talked it out afterwards.

3. Who sleeps on the couch more often? Cassie passes out ANYWHERE so like if she’s tired and she just wants to pass out, she’ll do it on the couch. Often wakes up to either Frost pulling off her gear and then snuggling up against her with a blanket or just waking up to find Frost snuggled up against her.

4. Who drinks coffee and who drinks tea? Frost used to only drink cold tea because she’s a cryomancer and hot stuff makes her stomach hurt and she only knew coffee to come in hot. But when Cassie comes along with iced coffee but also iced coffee with fancy flavors to make it sweeter she’s HOOKED. Cassie drinks tea or coffee but only iced as well and only sweeter ones.

5. Who goes grocery shopping more often? Cassie does simply because Frost went to a grocery shop once and well, her yelling ‘IT COSTS WHAT FOR HOW MUCH?!’ was heard for miles.

6. Who brings breakfast in bed? They really don’t want to get up because usually they’re snuggling, but if they’re in a really romantic mood or there’s someone special going on, they’ll both do it.

7. Who sleeps first? Cassie is stuck on military hours FOR LIFE so as soon as it hits that time she’s out. Frost is always baffled.

8. Who watches the other sleeping? Frost’s sleeping habits are ATROCIOUS so usually she’s the one to be up while Cassie’s snoring away. She likes Cassie’s entire situation so she just stares and mentally gushes. 

9. Who met the parents in law first? With Frost being an orphan, she really only had the choice to meet Johnny and Sonya first. They both love her, Sonya distantly but Johnny loves cracking jokes around her. Later when Kuai Liang officially adopts Frost, Cassie cracks jokes about having technically met the in law first.

10. Who does the laundry? Frost is used to doing clean up around the temple as habit so she just sort of mechanically does it. Cassie loves that because she forgets or procrastinates a lot.

11. Who washes the dishes? Frost hates sticking her hands in hot water and knows you can’t really clean dishes with cold, so Cassie does it. But Frost dries them and puts them away for her.

12. Who clean up the house? Again, the Lin Kuei temple has a strict cleaning schedule so Frost just sort of habitually does a lot of the cleaning. Cassie always feels bad if she catches Frost cleaning, so she’ll join in when she sees her doing it. Frost hates dusting though and gives it to Cassie, who does it if Frost cleans the windows (she hates the smell of window cleaner).

13. Who washes the car? Again, water and cryomancer doesn’t generally mix, so Cassie cleans the car.

14. Who brings take outs? Cassie, she loves getting Frost hooked on junk food and loves seeing if she can guess her girlfriend’s tastes.

15. Who calls the other to ask if they want something from the street? I still don’t understand this question???

16. Who’s more likely to make plans? Cassie doesn’t, she knows all the good spots and more likely to want to go out instead of staying home.

17. Who dreams about a big wedding? Frost. She wants a traditional celebration of a Lin Kuei bringing in their spouse into the fold and wants to show off her amazing girlfriend to all her adopted family before making her her wife.

18. Who breaks the cups? After one too many incidents where Frost drifted off and froze and shattered several glasses in her hands, Cassie bought plastic durable cups.

19. Who holds the umbrella? They take turns, usually Cassie actually remembers to bring one so she tends to hold it for no other reason.

20. Who takes the other to the dance floor? Cassie, she loves trying to encourage Frost to be more sociable and she knows Frost has got them moves.

21. Who does the big romantic gestures? Both guilty as charged, though mostly Frost a lot of ‘action speak louder than words’ sort of things but still very touching and very personal romantic gestures. Cassie goes all out, she loves her girlfriend she don’t give a fuck.

22. Who’s more likely to serenade? Frost’s voice is way to husky to sing, and Cassie can’t really sing well. But Cassie will start singing along with a song to get Frost to crack a smile.

23. Who forgets the wet towel in bed? Frost but only because taking cold showers takes forever for her to dry off so she does something else and forgets. It’s something that they playfully bicker about back and forth.

24. Who don’t pick up things when they fall? Cassie, but she’s also lowkey kinda lazy so there’s that.

25. Who keeps losing the keys? Cassie, she has have a dozen keys so she forgets which one goes where and forgets the right ones a lot. Frost and her frequently do ‘key cleaning’ to toss or put away keys she doesn’t need and keep her key ring clean.

26. Who sings the rap part? Again, neither.

27. Who pretends to be sad just so the other will cheer them up? Cassie only needs to not look like her usual badass mood and Frost is inching towards her with ‘you okay?’.

28. Who wakes up ready for a marathon? Cassie is always on military time, the second she’s awake she is ready to GO. Frost usually takes a few minutes but not terribly far behind.

29. Who buys them tickets for shows? Cassie loves concerts, so Frost will buy her some tickets if she hears Cassie talking about one she wants to go to.

30. Who choose the movie? Frost doesn’t know a lot of movies, so Cassie generally picks them.

31. Who says ‘I love you’ more often? Cassie says it a LOT and Frost burns each and every time she does. Frost will do stuff to say it for her.

32. Who keeps waving at people after they got engaged? Cassie, also usually yelling ‘YO CHECK OUT MY WIFE!’ while Frost just burns to her ears.

33. Who uses the most ridiculous nicknames for the other? Cassie has the absolute terrible habit from Johnny of doling out nicknames to anyone she likes, so Frost gets a lot of goofy ass but love crammed nicknames all the time.

34. Who’s responsible for date nights? Cassie, Frost usually doesn’t want to do a lot so if they’re not having a at home date night, Cassie is planning it.

35. Who wakes up one day and decides to stay in bed? Cassie. If she doesn’t need to get up, she just chills in bed with her phone. Frost stays with her and cuddles and they only get up if they need it. Frost does food runs.

[purintarts]

My RFA + Saeran Personal HC

YOOSUNG

He's inexperienced in the dating department so don't be surprised when he under or over doing it

Yoosung could be dense and as observant as a wall

There would also be times when he could be selfish

You're cold? He might not notice a thing since he's seeking warmth for himself

Or eating the last piece of pizza without asking or splitting

He might not pick up the double meaning flirt you tried on him too

Blushing and stuttering when he finally gets it

But when he dotes on you, he will dote on you

He'll try his best and even do research for dates and gifts

He saw a cake you just like? Expect it on your table soon

He can be bold and dominating if he wants to 

He ain’t all that innocent, he knows what he’s doing *wink*

But not in the first few months of you started dating, it's gonna be a daily thing soon

Despite how much time he spends on his game, he cares for his future

He's a responsible man, trust me

One time your period was late, The boy was already searching for a job

Always send you before your curfew and informs your parents if he's taking you out

His dream is to have a family and to be the perfect husband and father

He tries not to get jealous but he tends to

He's sweet and cuddly If he sets his mind onto something, he will do his best to achieve it

He's rather impatient and impulsive

so you have to calm him down a lot

He loves touching you or just be near you

Yoosung's flirting could actually take you off guard

You would be stun and couldn't even mutter a word when he teases you

Angry Yoosung would be savage Yoosung

He tends to keep it bottle up so when his anger had reach the limit, he'll tell you every detail that you won't even remember

He holds grudges till his death

You don't want to crossed him when he's angry

Trust me when I say he gets better with age

You'll wake up in the morning and thank your old self and the heavens for choosing him as your life partner

He works hard and put his all in his work

Quite sensitive and he's not afraid to show his tears

A devoted lover, you'll be the most prettiest and perfect person in his eyes and no one could say otherwise

A giver

Girls wish they were you if they knew how he could be to his lover

One time you two were on break to focus on your studies, three girls approached him

"I'm sorry but I have a girlfriend"

He would come to you in the middle of the night if you were sick

Always make time for you and the people he loves

He knows he's young and childish so works hard to be a man that you could be proud of

Boyfriend/Future Husband Material

ZEN

You'll never feel awkward with himHe makes everything natural and you don't have to act or force yourselfHe talks a lot but he's also a good listener

Gossip partner

"So what happen to Susan from work? Did she get back with her man?"

Social butterfly, he gets along well with everyone including your family and friendsYou know when he's angry when he starts cursing and ranting at the same timeShort-tempered and could get angry at the smallest things like

Not putting back his stuff after using it

Which you always do but you learnt to put it back eventuallyHe rants at everything, pretty muchHe has a bag full of cosmetics and makeupZen's self control is better than what he credits himself

Literally stopped himself halfway despite you both being half naked just because you had rush somewhere

You told him you can be late but he begs to differ 

"I'll take you once you return. We have the whole night"

He doesn't discriminate men doing feminine things like getting their nails done and going to the spa

Because he does it himself (Couple spa is his favourite)

He is more than being beautiful and sex

He always works hard and a major workholic

Despite the fact how he loves it when people compliments his looks, he loves it more if they compliment his skills and talents

Boyfriend Material

Expect lots of cheesy pickup lines

Never fails to call you once a day even for a minute to say good morning

Sometimes get embarrassed if he watches himself on tv with another person

Despite the fact he smokes, he hate smelling bad

He carry mints and perfume everywhere he goes

He will never be boring

Even if he has a lot of female co-workers, he always keeps his limits (whether or not he is in a relationship)

He respects people's personal space because he wants people to respect his

Gets insecure every now and then

But he will never let you feel that way

Supportive Lover

He'll support you in everything you doAlways up for a rant on someone or something

The number one person in the RFA to be a parent because of an accident

JAEHEE

Sensible and responsible

If you had a bad day, she'll listen and give you advices

She gives warm hugs

She will support you in everything you do too

but she will always talk about the down side and the consequences

Workholic

She doesn't like to lean on people and tend to do everything herself

Quite a lone wolf

Doesn't care what people think of her

"They don't know me"

She'll tell you to take care of yourself but neglect her own well-being

Overthinking, she looks to the future and sometimes you need to tell her not to worry

Rather paranoid

Always up to fangirl 

Don't let her looks fool ya, she read those fanfics especially about Zen

"Oh I love reading this! Jaehee you should try reading it"

"I've already read it twenty times"

"What?"

"...It's good"

An observant person, she knows if there's something wrong if you answered her differently

Sometimes, she doesn't answer her phone because she doesn't want to put with any shit

But calls back 10 minutes later because she's afraid it might be important

She's very patient and doesn't get angry easily

But when she is, you better prepare yourself

She lied, she wasn't going to sleep, she has a marathon to watch

Your minds are connected (great mind think alike)

Soul sisters/Lovers

JUMIN

Despite the fact how he is never afraid to tell you about how he feels about you

There are times when he could be quite cold

Especially when he's very busy and occupied, he might not give you any attention at all

But he'll make it up later when he calls you

Always makes time for his love ones

Responsible and mature

He knows what he wants and find ways to get it

Observant and calculative

Don't bother hiding what you like or dislike, he already knows.

But there are also times when he could be quite dull and dense

Jumin could be awkward and there are times when he doesn't know what to

Sometimes he doesn't know what actions he should take and ended up with using his money

Because that's what his father usually did (don't blame him for his only parent as a rolemodel)

Watching his father had gave him a lot of different views and creates the him now

Passionate Lover

When he gives you all his attention, you will be suffocated

He doesn't get angry even when you did something stupid

but he will show an emotion of distaste by a frown

Never filters what he wants to say

He's spoiled, don't deny it

He doesn't know how to wash the rice or do the laundry

Don't even bother asking him to help you with the house chores, he'll make it worse

But he's neat so his penthouse wasn't that dirty to begin with

Fast-learner, he picks up things fast whether cooking, babycare or you

He swore to himself that his children will grow up with a mother 

Very forgiving, he'll forgive you even if you did him shit

But never forgets it

If he's angry, he will let it out in one shot

He doesn't stay angry for long (it's easy to coax or make up with him)

Doesn't care what people think of him, but cares how you and his father thinks

He likes keeping people together, he doesn't like broken friendship (unless they are very toxic, goodbye)

The perfect Husband material.

707

Yes, he is fun

But not always

There are times when he's cold and quiet

If he's really tired (like haven't slept properly for a week tired), he's a short fuse

He'll tell you to eat but he himself forgets to eat

Tend to forget the time 

"What day is it? What time is it? What? I've been working for over 28 hours?"

Sometimes you think he's out but really, he's just in his room

He has depression and insecurities

He might be laughing in the chatroom but he was probably crying a second ago 

"I deserve this" 

Taking his guilt to beat himself up

Be it about his brother or you

Really bad at comforting someone

You need to show him what you want when you are crying and he'll do it

Or he’s going to awkwardly patting you back with that awkward laugh

He can get serious and it much serious than Jumin

"This is no laughing matter, MC" 

He doesn't really know how to show his love

So the only time he shows it is in bed

Other than that, you have to make the first move

He'll learn by watching your actions

Always worried about you, afraid that someone might take you away or hurt you

Stalker Lover over here

And he doesn't bother to hide it

He is always afraid but he will never show it

You could be sleeping in his arms and he'll stare at you while crazy scary situations plays in his head"

Hurt me, never her

"He would die for you, literally, as long as you are safe and soundIn his good days, he would do crazy things with you

He doesn't control his image

He doesn't have an image wth

Well rested, no work Seven is the best Seven!

Stubborn, very stubborn, it's hard to persuade him

He doesn't have strong self-control, and he's rather impulsive

Brilliant but like any men, could be quite dense

“Take you? Take you where? I can't take you out right now, I have work”

If he had been overworking, don't even bother making a conversation 

“Orange is the new black? Orange can't be the new black it's a different colour. If Orange is black then what is black?"

"Seven...It's a TV show"

"IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE"

...especially a joke or sarcastic remarks

"How do I know why the chicken cross the road, It's a CHICKEN!"

Brain overworking- Error!

Overworking Paranoid Lover

V

No, he's not always sugar and smiles

There are times when he has his bad days too

He'll be quiet and coldV is gentle no denying

but he could also be demanding at time

He likes to shut himself out rather than to talk about his feelings

Those bottle up emotions will burst during an argument

He accepts everything because he feels that he deserve it

Even the pain

He's not brave but he tries too

He tends to run away rather than facing the problem

A great listener and also good at persuading people

He has this power to make people listen to him

As a lover, he is passionate and caring

A true gentleman

Ideal Boyfriend Material over here

He'll always be there for you when you need him

But he is quite selfish

Sometimes he do things what he thinks it's best for you two than discussing with you first

Which end up with more argument

But you two never be in bad terms for long

Because he would apologize and discuss about it

The people he loves, left him

He tends to think that he is the problem

Needs lots of assurance

“I'm with you because I want to, Jihyun”

Love making is usually gentle unless during making up after an argument

He could be rough and merciless if he wants, which is rare

He will make sure you are cared and loved

Because he knows how it feels like when no one cares

He loves to travel because he feels free

He accepts everyone as who they are 

"There's nothing wrong with you"

The man to accept you even your flaws

SAERAN

He's bipolar, ain't denying it

He's ray when he's happy and excited

He's unknown when he's angry or annoyed

But it's him.It's like dating two people.

He's gentle and shy at one moment

Rough and bold the next

But it is him

He hesitates and overthinks alot

Doesn't like crowds or skinship unless to those he's close too

The only way to know that he's comfortable with it is if he did the first move

Anxiety, insecurities are his biggest weaknessB

ut also his biggest strength

He tries to help people so they won't go through the same thing he did

Which is why he fits in the RFA

To be frank, he was scared falling for you

What if you leave him too?

But his feelings were out of control and he's glad for that

He is still a child in a man's body 

So he love cuddles, compliments, appreciation

He craves love

But tries to hide, but it's so obviousT

ends to have conversation with himself, he will be muttering under his breath

Don't worry he's not that crazy

It's just Ray and Unknown debating

"What if she doesn't like it"

"She's waiting for it"

"What if we thought wrong"

"It's your chance"

"i don't know"

"Do it, do it now”

Then he'll turn around only to kiss your forehead

Unknown may be toxic but he is the motivator

Without him, Ray might not exist

Saeran will live in total despair and sadness

The debates within himself is what kept him alive

"Kill yourself? What a waste, escaping the witch to live only to kill yourself in the end? Pathetic"

"But I'm not needed... I deserve to die"

"Without revenge?"

"...We need revenge"

He's very possessive and gets jealous easily

For you, he would do anything to keep you by his side

He acts like he doesn't like it, but his eyes will tell you want he wants

Open relationship with one man

Ideal son

But I don't want him to be my son therefore I'll bear his son instead

[fluffyblue-multifandommess]

It’s only been a month and I’ve already had to quietly listen to several queerphobic conversation from the colleagues I’ll have to work closely with for the next four years this is gonna be so fucking exhausting