#idfc if they're green

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

How are you 😊

Lol, but for real though, I started a new story for an old anon request, and then the universe bitch slapped me so hard that I needed to reset my mind haha

Having a flare up that's draining me mentally, but on the flip side, my animal crossing island is coming together swimmingly. My character is blue, and I think that's awesome.

I am an out of touch thirty something year old man ✨inside✨

[sollattes]

Jealous HnL boys

note: the bold dialogues are the boys, and you're the italics

Hanaoka Fujio

-gets jealous but does not realise it

-gets really pouty and sulky when your attention is taken away from him

-follows you around like a lost puppy until he gets your attention back

-keeps the 'friendly' facade around the guy until the guy leaves and his smile just immediately drops

"I don't like him at all, and i couldn't care to know his name, so therefore, I would not be giving him a nickname. Hmph!" "Fujio I-"

Tsukasa takajo

-literally glares at anyone who goes near you within 5 feet

-already hates everyone's guts, so just imagine the hatred that he has for the guy who is flirting with you

-though he gets really jealous easily he tends to hide it all and act cool when in the inside he is already screaming for the guy to get lost or punch the guy when he tried to initiate physical contact with you

-acts all salty and needs to be persuaded after the whole incident

"I don't like this guy at all." "tsukasa, he is literally 6 ft away from me . What are you on?"

Todoroki yosuke

-doesnt really get jealous since he is secure in your relationship, and he is too proud to be jealous

-though he still can't help but feel possessive every time a guys would approach with romantic intentions

-doesnt wanna be too close, though still close enough to keep an eye on the guy if he tried anything

-if he can't take the jealousy anymore, he would just take you away without saying anything and distract you so you won't go back to the guy(not like you wanted to anyway)

"I wonder how many punches he can take?" "Yosu, I swear to god-"

Ueda sachio

-gets jealous easily, and everyone knows ot except you

-literally all smiles towards you, but once you look away, the leader of the housen killer corps appears

-makes sure to stay close to you in case the guy tries anything

-just has this terrifying and intimidating aura around him while he's behind you until the guy goes away, and when the guy does leave, it's all sunshine, rainbows, and daisies for sachio

*mumbling*"I'm gonna fucking kill this guy if he doesn't leave anytime soon" "chio? You said something?" "Nothing baby^^"

Odajima yuken

-like tsukasa, gets jealous really easily but hides it under his smartass facade

-since he is showing his smart ass facade, so expect a lot of back-handed compliments towards the guy

-makes you wear his sweater so everyone knows who they're messing with if they ever flirt with you

-is literally draped in you like sloth on a tree 24/7

"You know you're really good looking with this lighting." "But isn't it dark?" "Yu omg-"

Shida kenzo:

-gets jealous easily, but unlike tsukasa and yuken, he is not afraid to tell you that he's jealous

-momma's boy, so he basically knows what you might feel if he doesn't communicate his feelings (SHIDAKEN GREEN FLAG FR)

-you are his no.1 priority, so your comfort and emotions will always come first before his

-no filter at all. If he sees something wrong with the guy, he'll immediately point it out

"I'm sorry, but your breath really stinks." "kenzo, stop omfg-"

Shoji sameoka

-another momma's boy(it's my hc idfc) that is not afraid to tell you how he feels

-he will be gorilla glued to your side the whole time, and this is rare since shoji is not one for pda

-literally just side eyeing the guy the whole while occasionally letting out an annoying scoff

-his hands are just on your waist the whole time with the occasional rubs and squeezes to assure you that he is still there and can take you away any time you want

-is not afraid to tell the guy to fuck off if he had enough tolerating his shit

"Fuck off, go find someone else to bother with your bullshit" "shoji atleast let him finish-"

Misaki Mario(roah)

-now I don't why anyone would even try and flirt with you if they already saw roah with you but ig let's just say some dumbass really tried for the sake of the hc

-now roah would get jealous but not to the point that he'll get bothered by the feeling since he trusts you and knows you won't flirt back

-if he sees the guy being more and more eager to flirt he just uses his big figure to tower over the guys and intimidate him

-now if that doesn't work, which is rare, he won't hesitate to pull into his (ginormous)chest, keeping ou there until the guy gets a hint

"Honey, cmon, the kids are waiting." "roah, ssshhhh oml"

Mashii takehiko(mercy)

-mashi does gets jealous but won't tell instead he shows you

-he would also pull into his chest while talking 'friendly' threats to the guy

-he would puff smoke into the guy's face if the guy won't shut the fuck up

-he would puff smoke into your mouth while making out with you infront of the guy

"Cmon, let's make out in front of him." "And here I thought you didn't like pda, takehiko"

[gatlocke]

Author's note, personal head canons, memes, and general thought processes that occurred to me while writing this Christmas story. You don't need to necessarily read them to understand the fic. The author's note was just getting too long on archiveofourown, and I don't actually like leaving a lot of notes. So, I just decided to make a private, unlisted post dump about it if anyone was curious.

Some of these head canons, I've already written out before because I tried writing Ben 10 fics in the past but always deleted them. Never really liked the directions they were going in, or I just lost the plot completely sometimes and forgot where I was going with the ideas. So, if you've already read these, then my bad. I figured I'd just dump them here anyway. I'm not arguing that any of these are true to canon, they're just daydreamed half-thought out scribbles. Don't take any of them seriously.

Author's Notes and Headcanons:

Title comes from lyrics by The Killers.

Fic is set in an alternate universe, where Ben and Kevin are career criminals. Instead of getting the Omnitrix like in canon, Ben can manipulate mana like Gwen and has a color scheme more similar to his mom's than his dad's: purple and blonde instead of green and brunette.

That thing about Carl and Sandra Tennyson being hippies:

In Alien Force, Eon was retconned into being an Alternate version of Future Ben instead of a Chronian, which kind of sucks.

Even Eon thinks being an alternate Ben really sucks; that's why he spends so much time trying to destroy all the alternate versions of Ben Tennyson. When Eon was displaced from time, he became aware of just how many versions of his universe there were. It gave him an existential crisis. He doesn't even consider himself to be an alternate "Ben" anymore but Something Else™ entirely. There is nothing else like him. He's just Eon and that's that on that.

My interpretation of him is that it's like how Luigi was originally just a recolored Mario but later became his own character.

Identity crisis aside, I'm fond of the idea that he retained anodite characteristics because in his universe, he didn't have an Omnitrix either, inheriting grandma Verdona's abilities instead. His powers are just less refined than Gwen's. While her shields are smooth and controlled, his are unstable and untamed like lightning.

Because of Eon's lack of finesse with mana manipulation, and the fact that his brain is scrambled by time shenanigans, he's always burning through his human form. Unlike Verdona, who can hold onto her human appearance for an extended period, Eon's form is always fluctuating because he can't even remember what his face looks like after centuries. That's why he sometimes looks normal human man, while other times he resembles a rotting corpse.

Paradox smelling like "burned ozone." According to this post, in the Warhammer 40K books, the description of ozone is used "to describe the smell of something coming out of the warp. For instance, a terminator teleporting in." So, that's what I used as inspiration for his scent. It's a pale blue gas that people describe as smelling like chlorine.

HC Eon smelling like space comes from this, which I guess smells like alcohol and raspberries. Not sure if I 100% believe that, but I tried to describe it as best I could.

Vacuity Village doesn't have a description in canon, so I tried to think of the most confusing stuff about it. All I know is that it's Paradox's house and it doesn't have to make sense. From the Wiki:

"Vacuity Village, also referred to as The Depository, is a place in the Null Void where those who no longer fit into any timeline go to live in peace."

Paradox wants Eon to move in with him there but he refuses 😔.

Some things I took from other fandoms, such as Vutalamine crystal. That's a Starwars property, not Ben 10, but idfc since it's fanfic. It's not even a crystal, the image of Eon sucking on one like a cigar was just funny to me. From the wiki:

"Vutalamine had other effects which made it lucrative to individuals from many different walks of life, including a calming influence which allowed the user to process information clearly and make better decisions, slowing of breathing and circulation, and reducing tremors and steadying limbs."

I figured Eon could use something to calm his head down enough any time he needs to sit down and focus.

I am not a math person at all, so don't come for me if I'm getting this wrong, but the equation thing is supposed to be Paradox mathematically calling Eon special to him. I found the equation "∃=1" which is supposedly a representation of "The Uniqueness Quantification," or "the property of being the one and only object satisfying a certain condition." I thought that was pretty cute for Eon and Paradox somehow. This is how I imagine Eon's new helmet to look like on either side of the chin. if it's too ugly, feel free to reimagine it in your head as way cooler, with hotrod flames and sexy anime ladies with large breasts:

my cringe paradeon mixtape

Miscellaneous Memes

Anyway, I hope you like my story. This concludes my effort posting.

[reiningsoral]

facts um. that nobody asked for but idfc

light is additive, pigments are subtractive. this means when you add all the light primary colors (red, blue, green) they make white light, and when you add all the pigment primary colors (yellow, cyan, magenta yes i KNOW magenta isnt technically a color shut the f u c k up) they make brown/black!

muscles cannot push, they can only pull. the reason you can "push" your arm out is because different muscles pull in different directions

if a bee was bigger, it wouldnt be able to fly, as it's wings would be too thin. the only reason bees can fly is because theyre teeny tiny.

elephants thin k that humans are cute in the same way humans think puppies are cute.

cuteness aggression is caused by the brain trying to "relieve" the cute feeling, in the same way scratching an itch relieves the itchy feeling. the brain's only logical way to get rid of the cute in order to stop the feeling is to kill it, thus making it not cute.

the smallest bone in the human body is in the base of the ear!

every four or so years, sea foam is whale semen because they mate every four-ish years

tigers dont have a mating season. while they tent to mate in april, they dont have a specific season of fertility, which means they can mate at any time of the year

cats developed meowing as a way to communicate with non-cats. cats talk to each other with a series of non-verbal signs and body language

foxes scream. loud.

the woods isnt very scary, actually. its only scary if its silent

green eyes are rare because they're a mutation of blue eyes, which are a mutation of brown eyes.

playing piano can improve your cognitive function and make you a bit better at math

in welsh mythology, fairies' preferred mode of transport is via corgi

people in middle school through high school literallly do not have functioning brains. the prefrontal cortext (the bit of your brain that helps with dicision making and weighing options) is not fully developed until youre around 25ish (thats why middle schoolers are assholes)

the earth is a giant magnet

the reason eating pineapple hurts a little bit is because the acid is disintigrating a teeny bit of your tongue

its bad to lick your lips because the thin and fragile skin there is too sensitive for the enzymes in your saliva

the fruit orange came first, the color was named after it

neither the chicken nor the egg came first, evolution is a spectrum. trying to say which "came first" is like trying to say where red becomes orange in a rainbow.

ravens are much bigger than crows, have stronger and bigger beaks, longer tails, and live longer

the word "promiscuous" used to be a synonym for casual and haphazard

people used to think tomatoes were poisonous because they ate them off of lead plated, and the lead soaked into the tomatoes when they were cut on the plates

a lot of medicine was discovered on accident and is, in fact, mold

[hiraethenthusiast]

The Hollandairé | t.h.

pairing: ceo!tom x ceo! reader

word count: 16k+

synopsis: exes cross paths on a big event. will they be able to forget each other's mistakes?

warnings: language, sexual innuendos, mentions of an anxiety attack (if you squint), talks about miscarriage, my favourite angst.

a/n: well, well, well im back from a very shitty writers block! look at me, writing angst with exes? oof. can you tell that i absolutely love angst and makeouts in the end? i was somehow inspired by 'idfc' by blackbear to write this fic lol. it took some time and ofcourse i went overboard with it, so hope you enjoy! don't forget to like and reblog! (i even made a moodboard kinda thing uwuwu)

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"Conan I won't hesitate to knee you in the crotch if you don't stop pulling me off this sofa right this second" You tell your roommate, who is desperately trying to get you to go to a gala with him. Being a CEO brings its pros and cons. Pros being, you have a private jet, you're your own boss and you can shout at people with a reason. Cons being, annoyingly nice roommates. You had just shifted to a penthouse in downtown London with your friend Conan, because you refused to stay alone in this bigass house. (You tried living alone once, you were bored to death)

"Conan leave me alone yoo!" You said whining and hunching back into the sofa.

"Get the fuck up and get ready for the launch dude you promised me you wouldn't leave me hanging" Conan shouts over the voice of the t.v. blaring in the background. You pull you hand away from his grip and reach for the remote to shut off the t.v., focusing back on this tall red-headed figure in front of you.

"You know I don't like fancy shit." You grumble.

"It's YOUR fancy shit, get up Y/N." He says and reaches for your arms now, finally making you stand.

"Call Laura, I really don't want to go." You say pulling your phone out from your back pocket and handing it to him.

"If you haven't realised, your manager is the one who forced me to force you to attend the introduction of your fashion line" He fights back.

"- and Y/N. Hey, look at me. You've dreamt of this for how long? Almost all your life. And if you miss the chance to see your empire expand, it's gonna be devastating. You'll obviously miss the fashion show who's got the actual Rudy Pankow walking on a ramp, you'll also miss the opportunity to see people happy with YOUR work. Now get your ass up and get ready." He says and leaves the room, to get ready himself.

It's not that you don't want to go, you really do. Afterall, all of it is your hardwork. But the reason you're not going is because of that asshole. That asshole with whom you used to go out with once, the one who's current goal is to bring you down. The one and only, Tom Holland. You two used to date at some point, the ones who were in love actually, but the rivalry you two have got going on now has lead to you two knowing too much about each other. More than you know about yourself, the other knows it all. Small arguments turned into big ones, that eventually lead to the two of you leaving each other alone. You don't want to go because whenever you meet him, it all turns up into a big mess and your night is typically ruined, and you weren't in the mood for that, atleast not today. He's just a narcissistic bitch who thinks of nothing but degrading you. And that's the reason you don't want to go. Because you know if you talk to him one more time, these banters will persuade you.

But you do realise that you have to go. You have to go because you haven't gone to the last two launches for your perfume and swim line as well, and if you don't go today, Laura will actually end you.

So you just chug all your tea, leaving the kitchen with a grunt to go get ready.

"Hey Marco, can you send in that pantsuit I got done the other day? Look over for modifications if possible, although it looks great in just the solid colour, and please get it drycleaned." You tell your designer over the phone, to which he agreed and you go into your room to get your hair and makeup done.

"Wear a dress to the launch of your fashion line when it gets famous, yeah?"

"Pantsuits all the way Holland, you know I hate dresses."

"I know you do."

You remember the faint memory from over two years ago, that dream actually coming true, just without the person you dreamt it with.

You put your hair in a low bun with a middle part, giving you a classy formal look, and you do a almost non existent makeup look, only your eyes bold to accent with your outfit. Marco drops off the forest green pantsuit at your house, you giving it a twist with wearing a lace corset beneath the blazer.

"I look hot." You told yourself.

You and Conan leave for the event, you fidgeting in between 15 minute durations, Conan reassuring you that he'll be with you until the night ends.

That didn't last long. You lost Conan as soon as you entered the venue, so you occupied yourself with having conversations with other company owners, hearing how they're doing in the industry, blah blah blah.

"Do I look like I care?" You say to yourself.

You move ahead, only to cross paths with the one and only. He was wearing a cherry coloured perfectly tailored suit, adding a hint of Tom with the glasses. He looked good.

"And what do I owe this pleasure, Ms. Y/N?" He says, twirling his champagne glass in his hands.

"Look Holland I really don't have time for this shit, please take a goodie bag on your way home" You say with a bit of sass and start to move away, only to get your arm held back, making you bump in his chest.

"I see you wore the pantsuit you always wanted to wear at your event, angel " He says, making you pull away from him.

"Don't ever call me that again, and this is a warning." You were about to continue further with your answer, but you were utterly shocked to see the person in front of you.

"Is that the Y/N Y/L/N, in person, the one who's way too busy to answer my phone calls?" He says, making you laugh a bit.

"Jaeden?" You say, laughing heartily.

"In the flesh, tigeress." He says, doing grabby hands at you as an indication to pull you in a hug. You oblige and walk towards him and give him the biggest bear hug you've given anyone in two years. You pull back just to hit him on the chest once, playfully ofcourse.

"Tigeress. Oof haven't heard that in a while" You keep your conversation going on with Jaeden, while Tom is absolutely dumbfounded about whatever just happened in these past few seconds.

There's this hot guy named Jason or whatever, who calls you 'tigeress' and you aren't pestering him for calling you with a nickname but you definitely were ready to give Tom a piece of your mind when he called you 'angel'? Who is this guy?

Tom goes off to find Conan, who was situated at the bar downing a shot of tequila.

"Hey who's that guy Jason?" He asks him, pointing towards you and Jaeden in the middle of the hall.

"You mean Jaeden?" He says, biting onto a slice of lemon.

"Yeah whatever who is he?" Tom asks again, turning towards to bartender asking for a glass of whiskey.

"Why do you want to know?" Conan shoots back.

"Just curious. Can you just fucking tell me now?" Tom tries again, getting frustrated now.

"Chill dude. Jaeden used to work with Y/N a long time ago. He had this crush on her for like forever, but then Y/N went in for entrepreneurship and they were just not in contact with each other." He says.

"Crush huh?" Tom says, gripping onto his glass so tight that his knuckles almost turned white.

"Why do you look like you're about to murder someone?" Conan asks, getting concerned.

"Because I might." Tom says, grinding his teeth while forcing a smile.

The night goes by pretty smoothly, for you. You and Jaeden were clinged to each other almost the whole night, and then Tom watching you both from a distance, trying not to snap hard at people. He just took enough of it, he had to do something. He wasn't really sure why was he jealous, 'maybe because you love her' his heart said, but his mind crossing paths with a 'no you don't' in the middle. He was in a dilemma, but was mostly leaning towards his heart's side. He finally got up from his seat and walked towards you.

"Y/L/N." He says, keeping his composure.

"Yes?" You turn around to come face to face with him, laughing on something Jaeden had said.

"Board of Directors want to meet you on third floor. I was going that way only, wanted to inform you." He says.

"Oh okay. Jaeden I'll be back in a few. And tell me about that Mario Kart incident." You say, your laughter dying as you walk towards the elevator, motioning Tom to move as well. You both enter the elevator and you click the button for third floor.

"So Jaeden's a long lost friend, I assume?" He tries to small talk, failing miserably.

"Yeah, I used to work with him a long time back. Why do you ask?" You say, being the nicest you've been to Tom in two years.

"Just making small talk. So, exactly how long ago, you used to work with him?" He tries again.

"A really long time ago." You tell him.

"When we were dating?" He says, hesitating.

The elevator dings and you reach third floor, both of you moving into a very empty hallway.

"Why do you care Tom?" You say, making him frustrated even more.

"Because you're my fucking ex-girlfriend whom I'm worried about because that asshole has a mega crush on you" He says, making you jerk your head towards him.

"How many whiskeys have you had?" You ask him, because he was sounding oblivious that's for sure.

You turn around to open the meeting room to find it empty, making you glare at Tom once again.

"Why the fuck did you bring me up here Holland, where's the meeting?" You say, narrowing your eyes towards him.

"There is no meeting Y/N, the Board didn't show up this year, remember?" He says moving and fidgeting around the room.

"Then why did you bring me up here, dumbass?" That put him over the edge. He starts walking towards you making you take a few steps back, finally cornering you in the room.

"Because that guy is fucking flirting with you Y/N. That guy has been roaming around the whole night with my girl, touching and hugging my girl in front of me and you expect me to keep my calm? Huh? I don't fucking care okay? You're supposed to be mine and I was a jerk who let you go. I can't stand seeing you with other people. What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N, why did you leave me?!" He shouts at you, making your blood boil even more.

You push him back and stand in front of him, glaring as if you were going to rip his head off.

"No Tom, YOU left me, alright? I cried almost every night after that day when you left, and you didn't even have the empathy to give me a call. You, are too self-absorbed, and not me Tom. It was all you. I haven't been to even one of my launches just because I know you'll be there, you'll be there to put me down again. And why the fuck do you care about whom I talk to huh?" You shout at him.

"Why would I come to every single one of your launches Y/N?! To see you! To see the person who understood me more than I did, just to fucking see your face and calm my nerves!" He shouts back. He moves towards you and holds you chin to put your eyes at his eye level.

"Look at me Y/N. Look at me. Did we mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you? Look at me in the eyes and tell me you never loved me. Tell me I meant nothing to you and I'll leave this second. Tell me that this was all a lie." He says, making your eyes water.

"You know I can't tell you that."

"Then why do you keep hurting me Y/N?! You hurt me so much! You left me when I needed you the most! I wanted you and you weren't there-" He shouts again.

"SHUT UP TOM, SHUT UP! Stop it! Stop! Please. Stop." You're crying hysterically now, hunching up in a corner trying to calm yourself down. Tom immediately sees it and runs towards you holding your hands and cradling them.

"Hey, hey Y/N. Look at me, look at me baby. It's Tom. Hey baby. I'm here, yeah? I'm here. Stop crying come on babe, please. Love, look at me. I'm here." He says, now running his hand over your cheeks wiping your tears.

"Go away. Go away from me." Is all you say, which makes his ears perk and brings water to his eyes.

He stands up and moves out of the room, closing the door just to hear you crying again. He sits down on the floor with his back on the door now, crying, waiting for you to say something.

"Please, open the door." He says, bursting into tears and hugging himself with his arms, wishing it was you.

Fifteen minutes pass by and you still haven't said anything. Tom misses you so much, and it was so fucked up of you to leave him like this. He was hurt, but he could never stop loving you. Ever.

"Losing you would be a nightmare that I'd beg to be awaken from everyday." You say opening the door, your eyes blood red, hair disheveled making Tom look at you, whose eyes were blood red too.

"What?"

"I was pregnant, Tom." You tell him, making his eyes widen and holding your hand for comfort.

"The day-" You clear your throat "The day we fought is when we lost the baby. I was going to tell you I was pregnant that day, but then that happened." You were crying a bit more now, but still held you composure so you can handle Tom from now.

"The argument gave me too much stress and, and it was affecting the baby so as soon as you left, um, my stomach started aching really badly and, and yeah we lost our baby then. That's why I left." You say, you were crying on his shoulder now, intentionally ignoring his reaction because you knew it would hurt him.

"We, we- lost our baby?" He says, a bit shocked but choking on his tears. You remain silent.

"Hey, hey. Listen. It's okay. It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I shouldn't have fought with you. You were already really worried and I just added onto your pressure. I'm so sorry baby I'm so so sorry." He was full-on crying now, he sniffled in your neck because he was too afraid to show his emotions.

"It wasn't your fault Tommy, it was ours." You say, running your hand in his curls. The way you missed his chestnut curls. It was all good again, well atleast you hoped.

Tommy. That always brought butterflies in his stomach.

You talked everything out in the bathroom, while washing your faces and cleaning up. You both understood that everything was going back to normal, just like the old times. One conversation lead to another, and you spent two hours on the bathroom floor just laughing and having gossip.

"It's been a while." You say laughing, looking at your watch.

"Yeah."

"Why did you say 'my girl' Tom?" You ask him directly.

"Hm?"

"You called me 'my girl' in the conference room. Why?" You tell him, and he instantly remembers that he did do that.

"You're in my head almost everyday Y/N. Even when you're not supposed to be. It shouldn't have been this hard letting go, but it was. I still love you, even if you don't." He says, taking some tissue paper off the counter.

"Who said I don't love you?" You say, making his eyes widen.

"Wha- wh- what are you implying here?" He stumbles upon his words, making you laugh.

"I still love you, you goof."

"Y/N you have to be serious you're making me want things I can't have." He says wholeheartedly.

You say nothing but grab him by his collar and kiss him with full force. After two years, you felt those soft lips on yours again, reminiscing every moment you had missed in these past years. They felt the same, soft and plump, just as if they were made for you. They fit in with yours like a puzzle, that was meant to be solved by these two hearts which were tangled, but now, in a right way. Tom kissed back almost immediately, feeling your lips was like a dream come true. A recurrent dream in his mind. You both pull back to see red and puffy lips and give out a light laugh. He doesn't stop, he keeps leaving peppery kisses all over your face mumbling sweet words again and again.

"I missed you so, so much angel." he says leaving a kiss on your nose.

"I missed you too bubba." you say leaving a small peck on his lips.

"Let's go now, we've been here for almost two hours." You start to move towards the door, but get pulled back by your waist.

"Tell Jaeden to maintain distance, yeah?" He says.

"Or what?" You say in a playful tone.

"Babygirl, I think you've forgotten what I'm capable of." He says, kissing your neck.

"I think I have. And stop kissing me I look shit." You say, laughing.

"I really don't care. You still look hot and I'm trying not to kiss you senseless right now." He says leaving another harsh suck on your skin, which can hopefully be covered by your blazer.

"Are you going to eyefuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?" You say, now kissing Tom's sweet spot.

"Finish this event in the next half an hour. I'll see you at my house babe." He says leaving one last peck on your lips.

You both reach downstairs after fixing your makeup and hair, you reach upto the stage and and hold onto the mic.

"Thankyou all for attending the event. We look forward to having more business with you! Don't forget to post something about our line 'The Hollandairé' on your social media platforms and don't forget to tag us! We are, The Y/L/N's thankyou have a good night!"

He listen to you and smirks to himself, because you do do what you say.

"I'm going to name my first fashion line 'The Hollandairé' " You say making a banner with your hands.

"And I'll be right with you then baby" He says, kissing your cheek.

Looks like he kept his promise too.

tagging some friends whom i think would like to read!:

@hollandslittlekoala @hollandsmushroom @leafy-holland @tomsoxytocin @scarletspideyy @t-lostinworlds

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ilysmmmm. tpwk y'all!