#I definitely love how Theo looks jealous even though he's not jealous but tired

[azraphels]

And then it was Liam's turn who with that charming smile on his face, made the girl giggle a little and Theo almost threw up on the spot <I would like a chocolate milkshake and pancakes with Nutella topping>

The young girl bit her lower lip while writing Liam's order <nothing more?> here she is with that flirtatious voice that Theo couldn't stand at nine in the morning.

<why? What more would you like to give me?> And Theo rolled his eyes, what a squalid answer Liam, what a squalid answer. Even the ugliest dog in the world would have done better, come on!

<can I surprise you?> the blonde was into Liam's flirt? How much IQ did she have to have on average to accept such an approach?

<Sure> and at that point Liam winked at the blonde. Only to Theo, at that precise moment, Liam looked like the genetic mutation hit by a nuclear bomb right in the face between a llama and a blobfish?

[deadsnakey]

𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 —> 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎˚ᡴꪫ

ᯓ★ ᡣ𐭩 fluff ⦂ little angsty ೀ Headcanons. . .ᐟ 0.8k words ┈─★

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જ⁀➴ he's very sweet, but only to you mostly and tbh he's a conniving bitch but he gets his character development!

જ⁀➴ as soon as he gets the hots for you and not just wanting to get into your pants, he's definitely nicer and more tolerable to you.

જ⁀➴ like, he's very charming but if you make him chase you and play a little hard to get, he's gone.

જ⁀➴ loves trying to win you over even if it does take awhile; but he's willing to do whatever it takes!

જ⁀➴ when y'all start dating, he's truly the sweetest and most considerate.

જ⁀➴ you probably had to teach him cause I think this is a more enemies to lovers trope.

જ⁀➴ before lovers you had to teach him that you have to open doors for your lover, get them flowers, be gentle and kind to them, never raise his voice or hit a lady

જ⁀➴ especially his girlfriend.

જ⁀➴ but after he really does start being nicer in general, you start falling for him and eventually start dating.

જ⁀➴ he talks about you a lot; his friends are tired of it.

જ⁀➴ they definitely tease him about how he's gone soft because of you and he can't deny it, but he's not mad about it.

જ⁀➴ he'll shamelessly show you off and give you affection in public, around your friends, his friends, etc because he's not ashamed of you.

જ⁀➴ the first time he said I love you to you was probably not even 3 whole weeks of dating, it just kind of slipped in the moment.

જ⁀➴ tries his best to be good enough for you; he's changed for the better for you, so he can finally have you and call you his lover.

જ⁀➴ sometimes though, he has doubts and needs some reassurance verbally that you still love him despite his flaws and imperfections.

જ⁀➴ definitely has physical affection as his top love language, but acts of service is a close second.

જ⁀➴ I can see him constantly gifting you things he knows you like or are really interested in.

જ⁀➴ loves seeing you happy but quickly gets jealous or upset if it's anyone but him making you happy. (Especially if it's a guy).

જ⁀➴ if you're very talkative, then he's more then glad to listen to you go on a rant about an interest of yours or sum, he loves listening to your voice.

જ⁀➴ but have someone insult you about talking too much or in general and even though he's not as big of a fighter as Mattheo (Theo being second) is, he's not afraid to fuck a MF up for you.

જ⁀➴ then he'll come and find you after with blood on his face, not all his, and with a cute little smile fondly looking at you as if he didn't almost kill someone lol.

જ⁀➴ I think he'd love matching with you even as simple as rings or bracelets, shoes or phone case. He finds it cute.

જ⁀➴ let's you play and style his hair, he finds it relaxing and doesn't care if you put to small pigtails in, as long as you're happy!!

જ⁀➴ also falls asleep sometimes, he tries so hard to stay awake but you're just so comforting to him he can't help himself sometimes.

જ⁀➴ always wanting to touch you in anyway he can but will try and control it if you're not too big on it.

જ⁀➴ but in public he WILL be putting a hand on your waist or holding your hand, he will get pouty and whiny and that's annoying to deal with.

જ⁀➴ sends you pictures of things he knows you like or find cute.

[leonardhoee]

Matchup

Thanks for the request @abm081104 !

I matchup you up with..

Theo!!

Your Song

At first, when you came to the mansion, Theo simply ignored you thinking that you were going to leave after a month. He felt like there was no reason to get attached to someone if they were just going to leave.

However, being as perceptive as you are about other people’s behavior, you could tell what kind of person he was within the first week of being at the mansion.

You knew that he tends to act cold, grumpy, and distant, but on the inside he is extremely loyal and protective of those he cares about and he always tries to stand up for what he believes in.

You simply decided to follow him around helping him with his work, just making his day easier in whichever ways you can. Your optimistic demeanor and actions reminded Theo of Vincent and after realizing that,he warmed up to you a lot more.

One day when you two were in town selling a few of Vincent’s paintings, you passed a café and of course your sweet toothed king Theo couldn’t resist going in for some pancakes.

It was then that both of you realized the first thing you had in common was your love for sweets. You ordered a mountain of chocolate dessert and spent the time talking about yourself and your hobbies from the future and his love for art. (He was extremely impressed that you could speak 5 languages and wanted to know if Dutch was one of them.)

Once you explained how photography works in the future he realized you had a great eye for art and beauty. You must since you’re such a great photographer. It’s like being a modern day artist!

He asked you to if you wanted to come with him to start choosing paintings for his art exhibitions. Since there aren’t cameras in that time period yet, he wanted to find some way that you can continue doing what you love. (Though he’d never admit that’s the reason he asked you to join him.)

Through that, you two became good friends (while harboring slowly developing feelings for each other).

Theo is not one to give into those feelings easily. He acknowledges that he feels something for you, but at first he doesn’t want to explore it further in fear that he’ll just end up getting hurt again.

Because of that, you decided to make the first move.

That day, you told Arthur to keep Theo distracted till after dinner time, and he came up with an “urgent mystery he couldn’t solve without Theo’s help”.

You knew how much Theo loves sweets, and spent that time baking his favorite desserts for him. It wasn’t anything super fancy but it gave you the chance you needed to tell Theo how you felt.

At night, you took him to the balcony where you set up a small picnic with the desserts you baked earlier. It was colder than you planned for and the two of you ended up wrapped in a blanket together (only because you were cold of course, not at all because Theo wanted to be closer to you😤😤) and stargazing.

To be honest you didn’t know exactly what to say and your mind went blank when the moment came for you to tell him how you feel. You ended up blurting out your feelings and kissing him on the cheek quickly before adverting your eyes because “holy shit I cannot believe I just did that”

That doesn’t last very long though because as soon as Theo recovers from his initial shock, he’s going to pull you back in for a proper kiss. The kind that really leaves your mind blank.

Your relationship isn’t that much different from your friendship, though he calls you “hondje” much less now. (Unless you want him to of course.) Both of you were already each other’s partners and now it’s just official. 🎉

He wastes no time in letting everyone know that you’re his hondje and if anyone disrespects you, they are going to be dealing with him. (Have you seen his biceps? You do not want to fight him.)

A possible source of conflict though, can be Theo’s short temper and workaholic attitude.

However, that can be easily be changed with good communication. He would never want to block you out of his life and if you told him that something is bothering you, he would do everything in his power to make you feel better.

Your happiness is truly the most beautiful work of art he can think of and he would do anything to preserve it.

He would absolutely ask you if you wanted to pose for one of Vincent’s paintings. It would be a dream come true for him. His favorite person painting his other favorite person.

Speaking of Vincent, he basically adopts you as his sister. It doesn’t matter that you and Theo might not be legally married yet. You’re his sister and if anyone says otherwise, they can eat his paintbrush.

Vince becomes this calming presence in your life and he’s where you go if you need advice about Theo or you’re feeling stressed out about life in general.

That’s not to say that Theo won’t get jealous sometimes. He has no problem letting you spend as much time as you want with Vincent but at the end of the day, he needs you.

Please cuddle him. He’s tired of acting tough all the time and sometimes he just needs a place to be loved and pampered without any judgement.

You inspire him to continue working hard for his dreams, and you gave his heart a home that it never had before.

You can fully expect Arthur to tease you about how much you love Theo when he isn’t around. It’s okay he’s actually just happy to see his grumpy friend with some light in his life.

He is very protective over you and if he ever hears about you being in distress or possible danger, he will drop everything and protect you at all costs. (Please let him, he wasn’t able to protect Vincent the first time but he wants to make sure he can protect you.)

He is absolutely whipped for you, even though he normally doesn’t show it in public. He likes to keep his hardass image intact around the other residents. However...

When he saw you playing with King one day he couldn’t keep it together. His heart absolutely melted. To him it was the cutest sight and he constantly thinks about how happy you and King looked playing fetch in the garden together.

King is now your son.

Congratulations! You guys are parents.

No matter what you’re doing, both of you will always go and walk King together. For Theo, it’s one of the few peaceful moments he gets away from the chaos of the other residents and alone on a romantic walk with you.

Moments like these are Theo’s happy place and it’s what he thinks about whenever he’s stressed out.

This man’s self care level’s are unacceptable and you will definitely need to teach him how to take better care of himself.

He devotes everything to his work, which is great...sometimes.

However he often tends to work himself into the ground and still pretend he’s okay even when he isn’t.

It’s something that will take him time to get over but with your support he’ll learn how to treat himself better. (After all, his health and happiness are what make you happy too)

Overall, you got one of the most protective, loving, loyal men in Paris. And you better believe he will always take care of you and devote himself to your happiness the way he does with his art. He never expected to find happiness like this and he will do everything he can to cherish it and prove himself worthy of being your man❤️

Hope you enjoyed it! ❤️

Here’s my Theo Playlist (I’ll always be adding new songs to them so you guys don’t get bored!)

[bedbellyandbeyond]

Henderson

(Story Post)

Henderson visited Theo's apartment again right after work the next day. There had been a free pizza lunch that Theo had missed taking the day off so Henderson wrapped some up and brought it back for him. When he came in this time though, he tried not to round any corners too quickly in case of any unexpected visitors Theo might have over. “Theo?” he called into the home. “You alone? I brought pizza!” “In my room…” Theo called back. “Alone…” “Can I come in?” “Yeah…”

Henderson set the pizza bag down in the kitchen and went to look into Theo's bedroom. Theo was curled up in his bed just lying there with his laptop open, aimlessly browsing. “Sick?” Henderson asked. “No, just really tired…” “Ahh, Korsy worked you hard then?” Henderson said. “We didn't fuck…” Theo stated. “We literally just hung out.” “No way I believe that,” Henderson said. “That guy is too hot to just hang out with.” “We tried, okay?” Theo said. “I couldn't go through with it. I wasn't comfortable. It's fine. I don't want to talk about it.” Henderson frowned and knelt down by the bed. “Did he hurt you?” “No. I'm fine. He was really nice about it. He respected my boundaries. I just couldn't do it.” “Why not?” Henderson asked. “You're the one who was obsessed with finding elves when I first took you to APID. I can only imagine fucking one is on your to-do list.” “I can't have one-night stands like you,” Theo stated. “I just can't do it. So, leave it alone.” “Ah, okay.” Henderson patted Theo's arm. “I understand. So, if you're not nauseous, want some office pizza?” Theo looked up from his computer and looked at Henderson. “Are you an elf?” Henderson chuckled. “No. You wish.” “Korsy says you are,” Theo said. “Elves know elves.” “Well, then I would know if I was an elf, don't you think?” Henderson said. “If elves know elves.” “You're tall, conventionally handsome, you have pointy ears,” Theo said. “You're slender but strong.” “Theo, I'm black,” Henderson said. “Elves aren't black. Not African black.” “How do you know?” Theo asked. “And maybe you're just a little bit elf.” “Not a chance,” Henderson said. “If anything, I'm a little bit native. I think my mom might've said her grandmother was Sioux or something.” “Why would Korsy think you're an elf then if you're not?” Theo asked. “I don't know. Maybe he was just lying,” Henderson said. “Why would he lie?” “Theo, I'm not an elf, okay?” Henderson said. “I'm just a black man with slightly pointy ears. That's really not that rare. I wouldn't lie to you about that.” Theo pursed his lips. “…Maybe there's a DNA test?” “I'm not going to become an elf just because you want me to be one,” Henderson said, a bit ticked. “I don't need that kind of thing to know I'm special.” Theo reached out and touched the tip of Henderson's ear. Henderson's jumped back in shock and flushed red in discomfort. “What the hell?” “I just wanted to feel. You touch my stomach all the time,” Theo said. Henderson covered his ear. “But you could've warned me! My ears are sensitive!” Theo raised his eyebrows. “Korsy was sensitive about his ears too.” “I'm not an elf!” Henderson said. “Literally everyone’s ears are sensitive! It's an erogenous zone!” “Mine aren't,” Theo said pushing his own ears forward. “Not to your own fingers, obviously.” “Henderson, I have five ear piercings. I think if my ears were sensitive to being touched, I'd know.” Henderson rolled his eyes. “Take your earrings out.” “What? Why?” Theo asked. “I want to show you something. Take what you can out.” Theo frowned but obeyed, removing his helix and upper lobe piercings but leaving his plugs. He stashed the jewellery on his nightstand. Henderson took a seat on the edge of Theo's bed and then took Theo's ears between his fingers gently. Slowly, he began the massage at his friend's earlobes, circling lightly around his plugs. Then he brought his fingers up, brushing his fingertips along the ear from bottom to top. His thumbs then traced the edge of Theo's ears and then played gently with his tragus, the little bit above the ear canal. Theo was trying to prove his own point that his ears weren't sensitive but when Henderson's thumbs stroked the ridge of his ears closest to his head, he started to melt. He could feel a rising temperature in his nether regions, and it was catching him off guard. “Th-that's enough, you made your point,” Theo said, looking away and pressing his thighs together. Henderson smiled and moved his hands down to rest on Theo's shoulders. “Would you only date me if I was an elf?” Theo frowned. “Henderson… Why do you act like you're in love with me?” “There's no act,” Henderson said. “I am in love with you. You just won't believe me.” “Of course, I don't believe you,” Theo said. “You literally were just on a date with someone else yesterday.” “Oh, did I make you jealous?” Henderson asked, snickering. “You won't take me, so I have to get my kicks elsewhere. I have needs you know.” “Maybe I don't want someone who's had many sexual partners,” Theo said. “Then you definitely don't want Korsy,” Henderson said. “I don't want Korsy,” Theo said. “He doesn't do relationships. How are you any different, though?” “I do want relationships,” Henderson said. “I want to have that special someone I can devote myself to. I just also need sex sometimes. So, if I can't find the former, I'll still get the latter. It's really not too complicated.” Theo sighed. “It's the way you talk about it. You're not embarrassed at all.” “Because I have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Henderson said. “I don't think I should be embarrassed for liking you and wanting to date you.” “But I feel like… Because you're so casual about it…” Theo tried to say. “You're not excited at all… I can't tell if you even—” He was cut off as suddenly his lips were occupied, being pressed on gently by Henderson's. Theo was shocked but he soon found himself pressing back, bringing his arms up to wrap themselves around Henderson's torso. Henderson pulled away to speak. “You have no idea how excited I am every time I get to spend my time with you…” Theo gripped the back of his shirt and pulled him back into a kiss. Henderson started to move onto the bed, situating Theo's hips between his thighs and bending over his burgeoning stomach to kiss him deeply. “Henderson…” Theo breathed when he got the chance. “…Are we really doing this?” Henderson paused and looked into Theo's eyes. “Do you want to?” Theo nodded. “Yes.”

[dragonkitty]

Dear Mom

Hi Mom,

I thought of you today bringing Avery to the vet. I remember when you used to give me shit about it, and we would always say, “well you know she’s old”. And she is. And every damn time they tell me that she’s actually incredibly healthy. Today they told me she’s senile “like people” and I thought you’d be amused. It’s like Jingles but twenty times worse. She just howls! All day. Honestly. And the gabapentin they gave me for her? 250 dollars!!!! Ugh. Dad made a good point that a good vet would have told me. I mean, I like Wakefield though but he’s right.

How’ve you been? I sort of imagine you’re not in any one particular place. I picture you like that weird sci-fi book dad talked about, where you can exist all over the place. Except you just kind of exist. I think you wouldn’t like the idea of watching over anyone, but just being with them. Is that weird? Nah.

Moira got really really awful. I would have called you but fuck… she just says the cruelest things. I think you hoped she wouldn’t. Maybe you didn’t think she would to someone like me. She kept saying I was becoming what you were worried about or whatever. I blocked her. Told dad I did. He told Matt and they both kind of wondered what she wants. I don’t think she wants anything from me that I can give her. Just get tired of being a punching bag.

In that realm, can we talk about that? You were so good at caretaking, or maybe you just didn’t mind it… but I can’t do it. I know you worried about Sofia and Theo, and wanted me to watch over them, but I can’t. And watching out for Dad has been… a lot. I love him, you know that. I don’t regret any time spent with him or looking out, but it’s just been hard as hell. Definitely did exactly what you said he would, though. You knew the man, that’s for sure. I don’t think you told anyone about me, or at least, how I would react. I think you worried but you knew I was strong. I don’t feel strong.

Every day is so hard, you know? I feel guilty on the days when I don’t call your phone, but worse when I put on headphones and listen to your voicemails or your playlists. Honestly I’m super sorry I didn’t give you more credit. You’ve got amazing songs. I wish you played the good stuff. 

I drove to New York to see Dee a few weekends ago. Friend from college, you remember her? You never met her but I talked about her and her kiddos a bunch. Anyway driving there was hard. Longest drive I’ve done in years, probably. Made me glad for the new Civic. The drive back was peaceful, though. I sort of just flew. I even turned off the music for a bit and just sat in the peace and thought about you. I let myself just ‘be’. Mindfulness, right? 

The Dali Lama got vaccinated, by the way! I mean, Dad did, too. But so did the Dali Lama. Dad’s was nice. He tried not to backseat drive. He even walked in and did OK. We got him the shot and he cried, but because you weren’t there. It’s hard to explain the emotion I have with that. Maybe you would have known and if I knew how this would have felt I’d have asked. I wanted him to be happy crying, too. That he and I did this together. Got him here. That we would be able to eat dinner together and see movies. But he was on you. Trust me I get it, I don’t fault him that. I just so wish I could be someone he feels emotionally attached to and I feel like he isn’t. He’s lost in his own brain where you still exist and where the rest of the world doesn’t have to. I’m not jealous but I am sad. 

You know, it reminds me a lot of when he took me to the Isabella Gardner Museum in Boston back when I was a teen. We took the 100 bus to the Orange Line, then into Boston and the Green Line to the museum. I vividly remember how beautiful it was but I remember the look on his face looking around. The light was shining in, middle of winter, into the arboretum. Stunning flowers and ivy and plants and he just stood and took it in. I’ll never know what he was thinking but he looked like what I imagine peace to be. I hope he felt it, in that moment. I think he was trying to share it. You can’t share an emotion, though. But it connected us. We’ve got weird moments. Don’t we all.

Honestly if we’re being real I’m sort of pissed you covered all the death stuff before you died. Everyone out there frets about funerals and financials and all this garbage… you had it covered. It means all I’m stuck with is dealing with grief. And hell I fucking sucked at it. I thought that time off in November would be OK but it wasn’t. I was just so fucking angry all the time. Everything made me angry. In turn, everything made me tired. When I finally sort of dropped in February and crawled to the finish line long enough to take leave, I realized how truly done I was. I’m not sure how much closer to a nervous breakdown you get.

Grief sucks. They don’t tell you it’s always different. That it looks different with different people. I wanted it to be… predictable. Or something I could watch in a movie. I wanted Meg Ryan to be able to show me how to cope or feel like Brie Larson experienced it the same. But no one does. They don’t tell you the guilt looks so fucking weird and wonky. Or that it’s not just ‘guilt’ but like, this uncontrollable urge to fix it even if you know all was already said. And you told me you were going to die knowing I knew everything and that you were proud but god damnit, that didn’t help. We joked when you said “I’m at peace” and I said “Good for you but I’m not.” But it’s true.

The support group on Facebook is nice for that. A lot of people who HAVE experienced this or ARE experiencing it just… talking. Sharing stories. A woman in there thought I was a teen, haha. She said if she was closer she’d have taken me to get ice cream on Friday for your birthday, but instead is going to show her daughter my hair. You’d love my hair now. Went back to funky colors. 

All right. Got a lot of sobbing out and got distracted mid-writing this. People below me keep smoking so much pot it’s driving me nuts. 

That’s life, though, right? At least I’m taking this time off. I told dad if I had the money I’d quit my regular job and just work at Target until I passed out. Give me 60-hour weeks of brain-dead work. Putting clothes away, stocking shelves, ignoring rude customers. I wish I did that. I like a job with purpose but man… I just want a break.

Anyway I’ll write again when I’m ready. Miss you and happy early birthday if I don’t talk to you before Friday. Love you.

[teenwolf-rarepairs]

T h i a m for the ask meme. Destroy my heart.

do they have a lot of arguments? if so, over what? Yes, they do argue a lot, though most of the time is nothing to worry about. And it happens literally over everything. 

who apologizes first? in what way? is it hard for either of them to apologize? Usually they don’t apologize. They just ignore each other until they cool off and then they just act like it didn’t happen.

which one has more insecurities? over what? Theo has a lot of insecurities, mostly over the fact that the pack doesn’t entirely accept him and he knows Liam could probably find someone better than him. 

who gets more riled up? do they show their anger? Oh, Liam gets more riled up and really quickly. They do show their anger, mostly Liam due to his IED, but Theo doesn’t refrain either. 

how do they hide their pain when they’re upset? do they try to hide their pain? Yes, they try to hide their pain, mostly out of pride. Liam hides it by exploding and acting really angry, while Theo starts acting aloof and being a general asshole.

who tries to make up first? does it work? If it gets really out of hand, Liam will be the one to try and make up first. It’s just because Theo’s still figuring out how does normal relationships work. It works most of the time. 

would they hate-fuck if they were mad at one another? if they had a falling out? They blow steam off by hate-fucking, so that’s a yes for them. After that it usually comes the make up sex. 

do they hold grudges? is it hard for them to let go/forgive each other? At the beggining it was very hard for both of them to let go of their anger, and Liam was one to hold grudges (still is) but they both try to understand one another, so it doesn’t really takes them much to forgive each other.

is there something big that could potentially tear them apart if it was revealed? Probably not, since Liam already knows all the terrible, awful things Theo has done. And Theo is not one to judge, so...

if something already happened to tear them apart, what would make them come back together? is it even possible? It would be hard, because if something bad enough to tear them apart happened, they’d need time alone to think if they’d really want to go back together. They’ve been through a lot together, and that’s probably a reason for them to try and fight to get each other back. 

what’s their favorite pass time when they’re upset? Liam goes for a run to relax and avoid doing (or saying) something stupid. Theo just gets distracted with anything else literally, he just needs to busy himself. 

who do they confide in when shit hits the fan (besides each other)? Theo doesn’t really talk to anyone, he just bottles it up. Liam goes to Mason, who usually helps a lot. 

is it hard for them to talk about their feelings openly with each other? if so, is there any way that can be resolved, even in the slightest? Theo has the most trouble out of the two acknowledging his feelings and expressing them verbally, but he tries, though he doesn’t always succeed.

who grieves more when the other is away? Mostly Theo, since he doesn’t have a lot of people in his life he truly cares for and loves. When Liam’s gone, well, he really feels it. 

who misses the other more, or really thinks about them more? Liam does. Theo tries not to think about Liam, not to focus on his absence, but Liam can’t help himself. 

do either of them have a special item (an article of clothing, a necklace, a book) that they use when they miss the other? if so, what is it? what do they do with it (read, wear, look at, smell)? If Theo’s alone at home, he’ll take one of Liam’s sweaters and put it on. It comforts him enough. Liam, on the other side, borrows various articles of clothing and just... Kind of makes a nest with them in his bed. 

who cries more? who gets more emotional in general? Liam does. He’s not one to repress his emotions, since he deals with his IED enough. Theo is just very emotionally repressed. 

do either of them have the other’s stuff lying around their house? Once Theo gets himself a place to live, Liam visits frequenly and usually leaves something behind. A book, a hoodie, a pen. Small stuff that eventually become part of Theo’s house permanently. 

how about teasing? do they tease each other while in a fight (whether it be with themselves or just general teasing)? Theo enjoys doing this a lot. He can’t help it, wheter Liam is fighting with him or with someone else. 

do either of them have any vices? Not really. 

what’s the thing they miss most about each other? Liam misses the way Theo grounds him, never being afraid to rile him up while he does so, as contradictory as it sounds. Theo misses how loud Liam is. It makes him feel less lonely. 

what’s their go-to breakup/angst song? Love the way you lie - Rihanna ft. Eminem

who’s more jealous? They both are, but Liam’s the most. 

who is the first to forgive? Theo is quicker to forgive, but only if it’s Liam. 

what’s the one deal breaker for either of them (lack of communication, fear of commitment, etc)? I think it would be the fear to appear vulnerable, this leading to both of them acting like dicks to each other and worsening the arguments to a point where they truly hurt the other. 

who would take longer to let go? do they ever really “let go”? I don’t see Theo really letting go. He bottles up his feelings, so it’s impossible to move on like that, besides the fact that Liam’s probably the first person he fell in love with. Liam maybe would eventually let go, though it would take some time to get there. 

which is more afraid of confrontation? None of them are afraid of it. Hell, they even look for it. 

who’s the first to distance themselves (if either)? Theo, probably, just because he doesn’t know how deal with relationship stuff. 

who’s more patient? is it hard to break that patience? Liam tries to be patient towards Theo, but it doesn’t last long when he’s hell bent on being an asshole. Theo is patient when his own feelings aren’t involved. 

who’s the first to blame themselves? Theo is very prone to blame himself over anything bad that happens. When it comes to his relationship more so. 

who’s more likely to do something out of spite? Both of them, but mostly Liam. 

who would be the first to say they hate the other? would they mean it? Liam would say it in the heat of a particular argument, but he wouldn’t mean it and he’d make sure to clarify it later. He spends days feeling bad about it. 

who worries more? About the relationship, Liam. He really wants this one to work. Theo is more relaxed, just because he always believed Liam will eventually get tired of him and their arguments and will leave him for good, so he enjoys what he has while he has it. 

what scent reminds them of the other? There’s a particular soap Theo uses and Liam thinks about him even when he smells it on other people. For Theo is freshly cut grass what reminds him of Liam. 

do they have any regrets (regarding the other, or just in general)? In general they have a lot. And regarding each other... They have a lot. 

who’s quicker to walk away if a situation gets heated? Liam. He knows that if he stays he’ll end up punching Theo square in the face. 

who is more prone to anger? LIAM

who cries more in an argument? do either of them cry? They don’t cry in an argument.

does it take a lot for it to get to the point of yelling? Nope. They’ll get to that point very fast. 

who sleeps on the couch? can either of them sleep without the other? It depends, but it doesn’t matter who gets the couch because they don’t star there for long. Once they get used to sleep with the other it is very hard to sleep alone. 

who’s more likely to protect the other? Theo has no regard of his own security when it’s about protecting Liam. He’ll literally go head-first into the danger. 

if one of them gets injured, who worries more? They both get equally worried about the other.

who would be more afraid of the other’s death/harm? Theo, probably

who ends up yelling first? are they always yelling when arguing, or do neither of them yell at all? It depends, but usually Liam rises his voice first. 

who would be more likely to save who? Theo’s more likely to save Liam.

who stays up at night brooding? Theo, he can get very dramatic. 

who has more dreams/nightmares about the other? Liam, since Theo risks himself constantly.

who comforts who after a bad dream/event? They both do, but it’s usually Liam comforting Theo.

do they think about each other a lot? does it affect their performance/schoolwork? They do think about each other, but it doesn’t affect their work or schoolwork. They’re big boys. Though sometimes Liam might get distracted in the middle of his homework if Theo happens to be working out near him. 

if one of them were to come back after a long time, who would come to who? would it go well? would the other person take them back? Liam would probably come to Theo, and probably it would go well, though it wouldn’t be easy to find their footing with the other at first. Theo would definitely get him back, if he promises to stay for good this time. 

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Chapter 6 now posted. “Of all the bloody—“ He cursed in frustration, tugging hard. Suddenly, a very crisp ripping sound echoed through his dark bedroom. He stared in horror at the gaping hole in his Arsenal bag, right where the seam of the zipper should be. He groaned pitifully, flopping backwards on his bed and rubbing his tired eyes.

This barely-a-kiss kiss—platonic and so light he could scarcely remember feeling it—was driving him half insane, the culprit sleeping soundly across the hall, completely unaware of the trouble he had caused with his dangerous, drowsy actions.

“Oh my god, he didn’t even mean it, Louis.” The footballer groaned aloud in the empty room, covering his face with his hands. “He was half asleep, for Christ’s sake.”

Just then, three gentle knocks sounded on the bedroom door causing Louis to jump five feet into the air.

“Louis?” Came Harry’s soft voice.

Louis clutched at his chest, trying his hardest to calm his heart’s frantic banging.

He didn’t hear you, he tried to convince himself inwardly.

“Come in,” he croaked, his heart still slamming against his ribcage.

His bedroom door creaked open, Harry padding through it in his thick black socks. His black jeans hung sinfully low, a pair of laurels peeking out below the hem of his thin Rolling Stones shirt, and Harry was definitely trying to kill him with these tattoos, Louis decided. Absolutely.

“Good morning.” Harry greeted, smiling soft and easy. His dimples decided to make an appearance, which was doing nothing to slow Louis’ poor, exhausted heart.

“Hi,” He managed with an awkward wave. “I—um… What’s up?”

“I,” Harry started, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his jeans, looking a little bashful. “I was thinking—“ He stopped short as he eyed the mess that was the overnight bag. “What happened?” He asked, chuckling.

Louis looked behind him to his clothes, haphazardly balled up and shoved into his ripped duffle. “I had some trouble packing.” He admitted, turning back.

Harry was grinning, wide and unabashed. “I wouldn’t call that packing.” He teased.

“Anything you put into a bag is packing, Harry.” Louis countered haughtily, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yes, if you’re four years old.” Harry giggled, plopping down beside him and making the bed bounce. He reached behind Louis and slid the bag towards him, pulling out a thoroughly wrinkled t-shirt, his eyebrow quirked high.

“Who are you, the duffle bag police?” The older boy asked shrilly, grabbing the bag back and plopping it on his lap, his lips drawn into a deep frown.

Yeah, Louis was having a full-on strop.

He was tired, okay? He didn’t have the time or the energy to fold things, or whatever. He had a game this afternoon and hadn’t slept at all, and it was all Harry’s fault, anyway.

Besides, Louis was great at packing, thanks so much. Some might even say mind-blowingly good at it.

He could see Harry try to bite down on another giggle. He cleared his throat.

“Louis,” he said solemnly. “May I please fix your bag? For my own sanity, please?” His green eyes were wide and beseeching, his sincerity betrayed only by the slight quirk of his lips.

Louis eyed him. “Well, if it’s for you,” He sniffed.

Harry beamed. “It really, really is.” He assured, taking all of the items out and folding them carefully one by one.

Within five minutes, all of Louis things had been expertly tucked inside a black Adidas sports bag, Harry zipping it up neatly with a satisfied smile on his face.

“I love packing.” He admitted sheepishly.

Louis couldn’t help the smirk that was teasing at his lips. “You’re a freak.”

Harry clutched his chest, pretending to be affronted. “See if I ever waste my skills on you again, Tomlinson.” He joked.

Louis laughed, and glanced at the clock on his nightstand. Three twenty.

He quickly slung the strap onto his shoulder, about to lift it off the bed, when he remembered Harry had wanted ask him something when he entered earlier. “Did you need anything?” Louis asked, meeting Harry’s eyes.

Harry bit his lip. “Oh, um,” he started, looking down at his socked feet.

At the sight of Harry looking shy and uneasy, Louis’ heart began to sink. Harry was really going to do this now, wasn’t he? He had obviously come in here to set the record straight; tell Louis exactly what he already knew, and nip his  pathetically unrequited attraction in the bud—the kiss on the cheek was a sleepy accident, he didn’t mean it, it was platonic.

Louis braced himself for the words, already trying to school his features into a cool nonchalance to avoid any awkwardness.

Harry took a deep breath, seeming to steel himself. “I wanted to ask if I could borrow a jersey?” He said, tentatively.

“Sorry?” Louis asked, caught off-guard.

Harry looked up at Louis’ puzzled face, bottom lip caught in his teeth, the tips of his ears faintly pink. “Ellie and Hannah, they were talking about wearing Sam and Theo’s jerseys to the game, to like, cheer them on in the stands,” he rushed out, cheeks getting rosier by the minute. “I… I thought it might look more authentic or something if I wore yours, too?” He finished, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. “I mean, I don’t have to, obviously. I just thought it would help sell the story. It was probably a stupid idea…“

Harry trailed off, twisting the hem of his shirt nervously, eyes darting around the room in an effort to avoid eye contact.

Louis’ stomach began to flutter at the thought of Harry with ‘Tomlinson’ scrawled sharp and bright across his broad back, and suddenly, he couldn’t fight the cheeky grin that was resting on his lips.

“Are you done?” He asked teasingly, dropping his bag on the floor.

Harry nodded, eyes downcast and fingers fidgeting. Louis chuckled as he turned around and headed to his closet. He pulled the bottom drawer open, the striking red of all his kits bright in the dark room. He lifted the stack, and carefully chose the one at the very bottom—his first Arsenal uniform.

He smiled to himself as he remembered how he felt when he had put it on for the first time, in disbelief that it was really his name and his number printed on the back.

“Here,” He said, offering the neatly folded shirt to Harry with a soft smile. “That one’s my favorite—it’ll look good on you.”

Harry eyed the proffered jersey hesitantly. “It might not be a good idea to lend me your favorite one,” He admitted, cheeks still tinged pink. “I… you know, I trip. You’ve seen me. And, I spill things and—“

Louis could feel himself melting into a puddle. Harry was just too sweet, he almost gave Louis a toothache.

“I want you to wear it, though.” Louis insisted with an easy smile. “It’s my good luck charm, and,” He grinned wolfishly. “If you spill anything on it, there’s this great thing we do now called ‘laundry’.”

“I—I really don’t—“

“Harry, please, take the shirt.”

Louis watched Harry war with his sensibilities, the struggle plain in his green eyes. Finally, after three minutes of what seemed to be a very heated internal debate, he reached out to touch the silky fabric. “If you’re sure…?”

“I am,” Louis laughed, letting the jersey fall through his fingers and into Harry’s hand.

Harry’s head was bowed, his fingers touching the white Arsenal logo almost reverently. “O-Okay,” He breathed, looking up at Louis. “I’ll go…” He threw a nervous thumb over his shoulder and gestured to the door. “I’ll go put this in my bag.”

Louis nodded, and watched him pad quietly to the door, a little envious of the way his kit was being held so carefully in Harry’s hands.

And wasn’t that just so absurd, to be jealous of an inanimate object? He rolled his eyes at himself and turned back toward his bed, ready to pick his duffle up again when��

“And, Lou?” Harry chirped softly from the open door.

There it was again, the nickname. Would Louis’ heart never get a moment’s peace?

“Hmm?” He hummed, trying to keep his tone cool as he looked up.

Harry was standing with the door ajar, only half of his body still inside the bedroom. “Thanks. I swear, I won’t eat a single thing while I’m wearing it.” He promised seriously, before throwing Louis a small smile and walking into the hall.

As the door clicked shut, Louis sighed heavily.

Harry Styles and his ridiculous cuteness were really starting to become a problem, he decided.