❤️ Congrats on 200!! Um hello okay I’ve never done this but a ship w/a Holland would be cool? I’m 18, 5”6, a big nerd (I go to an intensive magnet school, I’m ed in chief of my school paper and love data science) and a social justice activist? I love cats and dogs equally and spend maybe 50% of my time taking pics of my cat (Charles) and dog (Juno). If you wanna see what I look like, I have my selfies tagged as //me (just in case u wanna see ma face lol) Congrats again!! Tysm in advance 💖💖
sakdjgfaowls You’re sooo pretty!
Okay so I was immediately thinking “PETER FING PARKER amirite” but you asked for a Holland so I ship you with Tom!
Since Tom is pretty much Peter anyways, I thought you two would be just as cute! Recognizing things are wrong and putting a huge amount of effort into fixing them is a super super admirable quality. I feel like tom would just completely fall in love with how passionate you are about social justice. He’d be so enamored by your nerdiness, he’d try to make you teach him cool stuff you learned but he’d lose you two sentences in, “Wait what? Can you go back? I don’t get it. Sounds cool though.” Obviously, he’d be super wary of Charles at first, and constantly try to get you to admit that you like your dog more. But eventually Tom would grow to love your cat “Charles and only Charles, NO OTHER CATS.” and I am all for an unlikely friendship between Charles and Tessa??? Anyways, you guys would be hella cute.
“Snowball fight!” Tom exclaimed, sliding across the hardwood in his socks.
“What about it?” You asked.
“We should have one!” He replied as if it was obvious what he meant by ‘Snowball fight!’. “C’mon, it’ll be soooo fun. I’ll invite my brothers and Harrison and then we’ll have cocoa afterwards, please?”
“Sounds like quite a day.” You answered calmly.
“Are you in or are you in, Meena?”
“Well I guess I’m in then.” Playing in the snow didn’t sound too awful anyways.
Once the other boys arrived, you separated into teams, you and the twins versus Haz and Tom, though everyone knew that the teams wouldn’t stick and soon enough Tom would be bombarding Harrison with every chunk of snow he could scoop up. You helped each other into coats, hats, boots, mittens and scarfs until everyone had become properly bundled. You all waddled outside, where a blanket of snow covered the sky and more drifted down to join it.
“It’s so pretty!” Tom beamed.
“You’re pretty.” You smirked back at him.
“I know.” He said shortly before leaning in to kiss you.
“Get a room!” The other boys chimed, but you acknowledged them with only laughter, before splitting from Tom to begin your snowball fight.
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