her daydream

🎈 ARIES PIXIE ~

She is a little fireball of delight, laughter, noise, and excitement. This little treasure is loud, excited, fun… and  you know when she is quiet she is up to no good. She has a bit of a temper, so whatever you do, do not put her in a cage. She needs freedom to fly. When she gets mad, her wings set alight. Her pixie dust is blood red. You will likely come home to a messy house, she loves getting into everything


👗 TAURUS PIXIE ~

She is a little earth princess and she will enjoy as much time as possible out in your garden to dance amongst the flowers. She makes music when she flies and will be found getting into your make up and beauty products. She would love a home filled with candles and fragrance. And the little pixie loves cookies. She loves to relax with you on your days off. Get her a hammock to sleep in so she can hang it between two sunflowers


🍒 GEMINI PIXIE ~

She is a playful and mischievous little pixie who is here in a moment and vanishes in the next. She is a clever creature who will be found flittering amongst your bookshelf and tip toeing through the encyclopedia. She will help you with your homework and enjoys going to school with you, hiding in your pencil case and listening in on the learning. She knows how to make you laugh and giggles as she flies. Her pixie dust is the colour of teal



🌙 CANCER PIXIE ~

This cuddly little pixie is a delicate delight who loves cosying up underneath your blankets and sleeping most of the time. She prefers to stay indoors and likes to flitter around your photographs. When she cries, she sprays a lilac perfume, but her laughter is a melody, and she is happiest when surrounded by your whole family. She has a way with babies and likes to sit on their nose and play. This little pixie needs a lot of affection and to be reminded she is safe and loved. She really fears being abandoned. Her pixie dust is the colour of light purple


🎀 LEO PIXIE ~

She is very playful, a flittery childlike pixie who requires lots of love, kisses and cuddles. She will become fiercely protective of you in times of danger.  She will lose her sunlight without adequate devotion and affection. She has a bright yellow aura and glows in the dark. She may be found rummaging around in your precious jewellery. Her pixie dust is the colour of the gold. She will love playing with your pets and giggle her heart out around children. You will need to remind her everyday how beautiful she is


💭 VIRGO PIXIE ~

This flowery little pixie petal is very clever and loves nature. She will need lots of time outside amongst the wildlife and also loves cosying up with a book. She is a very talented pix and fixes anything you have broken. She also has a great knowledge of medicine and will be of tremendous help when you get ill. She needs a lot of reassurance because sometimes her anxiety can get the best of her. Better for somebody who likes to keep their room very tidy. Her pixie dust is the colour of lime green


💋 LIBRA PIXIE ~

This precious little pixie is charming, cute, and very friendly. She will need somebody by her side at most times and may get scared or sad when she is left alone for too long. She will be found getting amongst your make up, beauty products, and she loves to be read to - especially Disney fairytales. She makes beautiful sweet music whenever she flies. Her best friend is Cupid. Her pixie dust is bright fuchsia 


🦇 SCORPIO PIXIE ~

She is a solitary and moody pixie who needs a lot of alone time and space to fly away into her own world. She will be a lifelong healer and devotee to those who love and respect her, and she will teach you more about the hidden secrets and magic of the universe than any other! She may be found flittering away in your journals or secret safes and enjoys heirlooms. She will also enjoy the night and prefer to stay awake in the dark. She likes to sit near crystals. Her pixie dust is bright purple.


🍓 SAGITTARIUS PIXIE ~

She is a fun, frivolous, and funny pixie who enjoys traveling with you and sleeping on a globe. She loves to tip toe along the countries in the atlas and enjoys watching documentaries with you. She needs a lot of freedom to fly and flitter amongst flowers and nature. Good for a person who has a puppy - she loves dogs. Perfect for a frequent traveler or a backpacker. She knows a few different languages. Her pixie dust is the orange of Jupiter. She is a lucky charm


🦄 CAPRICORN PIXIE

She is a dainty little creature who likes to keep busy and occupied. She would prefer a home that is in order and will be found sitting on the edge of the clock hands bouncing as the minutes tick by. She will help you with your homework and always stay up later than you so you are protected while you sleep. She likes to think herself as your parent. And take her out in the snow.. she is a snow angel. She has a halo ring around her like the rings of Saturn. Her pixie dust is sparkly silver


🌈AQUARIUS PIXIE ~

She is a clever little creature who enjoys swimming in chemistry sets and flittering around your textbooks. She likes the warmth of the laptop and likes to sit on top of your iPhone. She has a great knowledge of the world and can answer anything you inquire. The pixie has trouble sleeping and has some strange domestic habits. You’ll never have to use power again - she has her own electricity. Her pixie dust is baby blue


🐚 PISCES PIXIE ~

She is a water baby pixie who needs frequent time around the ocean and see her mermaid friends. She will frequently go missing flying in the direction of her daydreams but bring back a well of mystical and enchanting stories. Lots of love and reassurance required. She sleeps often and will often be found in slumber under your pillow. Her pixie dust is lilac and turquoise. When she flies, you can hear the sound of harps. If you can’t find her - check her bed

There’s something about her…
Maybe it’s the way her hair falls so effortlessly and resembles the relief of the sunset after a long day.
Maybe it’s the way her crystal blue eyes glisten when she is inspired.
Maybe it’s the way the sun kisses her skin in the morning and leaves beautiful brown splatters all over her body like paint.
Maybe it’s the way her body reflects the image of mountains, her curves a scene to be seen, majestic and captivating and breathtaking.
Maybe it’s the way her smile sends a beam of light through a room and her laugh fills my ears like my favorite song blasting through my earbuds on repeat.
Maybe it’s not just her physical beauty…
Maybe it’s the way she always sees the good in each day even when the world seems to have sent all it’s weight on her shoulders.
Maybe it’s the way she looks at me with curiosity and love and care.
Maybe it’s the way her skin feels under my fingertips.
Maybe it’s the way her body moves so effortlessly in a way so intriguing and raw like she is sharing a glimpse of her mind and soul.
Maybe it’s the way she speaks when she discusses something she cares about and how her words unapologetically escape her lips.
Maybe it’s every aspect of her mind, body, and soul that leaves me in awe of her each day.
I don’t know, there’s just something about her.
—  daydream thoughts; 04-17-17

anonymous asked:

can you do a what kind of gf each sign is

Aries: the adventurer, she will be your human alarm clock and morning coffee all into one, she will tease you a lot and say ‘just kidding!’ at the end of it, she is very touchy-feely, warm and has a heart of gold. her love is priceless and strong. you’ll wake up with her in a tent in a foreign country as she sleeps nosily next to you and you’ll pull her in closer with a smile on your face.

Taurus: the poet, the one that relates every song she hears, movie she watches, and poem she reads, to you. she cares for you like no other with every empathetic bone in her body. she will love you through the very roughest of times. you can never win an argument against her though. when she is sad, when she is happy, when she is angry: everything she says will sound like a poem and you’ll wonder how you got so lucky.

Gemini: the kitten, 
she will make every day different, her kisses will slow time, her laugh will echo through your bones and sometimes you will get annoyed that she is so loud but when she is gone, the silence will feel like torture. she is playful and erratic, she studies you every day and leans you slowly. she guards her heart like a game but gives you whispers of walkthroughs in her smile.

Cancer: the daydream, the one that isn’t afraid to tell you how much she loves you every single day. will avoid confrontation like the plague. she will want to do every romantic thing in the book with you like slow dance in the kitchen at 2am while you make dinner together. she could write you a novel about the little things she loves about you that no one else even notices. she feels like home.

Leo: the pleaser, she will want to share her life with you, will be very open, loving and generous. her friends become your friends. will not stop taking selfies of you two together though. she will indulge in your happiness. she will make time for you through her busy day as if you two are the only sole survivors of an apocalypse. she will protect you from the things she had to endure.

Virgo: the submissive, likes to pretend she is tough and in control but she is willing to do anything you ask of her tbh. she likes to make you happy and see you smile. she wants to be your best friend and the love of your life at the same time. she can get snappy when she’s having a bad day but most of the time is very chill and humorous. she’s the type to drop all her work and show up for you when you most need it.

Libra: the mediator, the intellectual, the flirt. she will wake you up with rose petals but make you chase her all day. she loves to just talk to you 24/7 and keep the peace. she’s the type to plan a busy day for the both of you tomorrow but she won’t wake you up because she thinks you look too perfect and you’ll both spend the whole day cuddling instead.

Scorpio: the warrior- will never want to leave you no matter how badly you treat her but can make your life a passive aggressive hell instead. she will respect you, always listen to you and court you- she’ll want to tell you her deepest pains at 3 in the morning while you sleep as if you are her own personal diary. she’s the type to show up in the rain at 2am after a fight and angrily kiss you without saying a word, it’ll feel like heaven and hell collided.

Sagittarius: the traveller, she’ll travel your mind in ways you never thought someone could- she’ll ask just the right questions to known you better than you know yourself. she always knows what’s wrong and she always knows what to say. she’s the girl to tell you how it is, she doesn’t live in a fairytale but she makes reality seem like a dream. when you lay in bed with her at night you’ll be pinching yourself to make sure.

Capricorn: the teacher, she’ll teach you how it’s like to live as her, she’ll teach you how to be a better person. she’ll teach you so many things about yourself that you feel lost without her. she puts her walls high, but she expects you to make the effort if you care about her. she is deeply romantic and compassionate: her love with soothe any pain you face throughout your days and she’ll teach you that you’re never alone in anything you do if you have her.

Aquarius: the stranger, she’s so wonderfully unique and insane you’ll never find a love like hers again. she’s like flirting with a stranger on the train. she’s the most interesting conversation you’ve ever had. she’s like a once-in-a-lifetime photo captured, right in front of you. she will detach much like a stranger, then go all in like you’ve known her your whole life. she’ll make you question everything about love and it’s purpose, you will decide it is painful and strange, and yet you will still fall madly for her.

Pisces: the princess, once you slay the dragon and make her yours, she will sacrifice a lot for you and work to keep you happy. she will introduce you to her perfect dreamland and provide a place at the throne. to her, you are royalty and she treats you like you are irreplaceable. she is a princess: graceful, friendly, strong. she loves to be loved, by you, and everyone. she dreams of a prince who can make her feel as loved as the heroines she constantly reads about.

anonymous asked:

What do you define as being in love?

If you can’t get her out of your head, daydream about her all the time, you smile as soon as you see her name on your screen. Everything starts to remind you of her, you start picturing how it is if she’d be next to you at certain moments. When you had a moment of victory or have a good time you wish you could share it with her. Well you wish you could be with her all the time to be exact. You feel happy when you picture yourself with her and your heart beats faster when you see her pretty smile or look into her eyes,…the list just doesn’t end. She just feels perfect for you.  

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another babqftim characters (and thier toon Version)

they cocoa Cups and owns a little Café

the yellow one is Mika; the older sister; realist; patient and calm (but if you really mess up with her, she hates you for the rest of your life); little bit of a tsundere; always know what she wants and what to do; busy to keep her sister on the ground;

the pink one name is Natti; the younger sister; optimist; cheerful and always ready to help; forgives everything; she is more spontaneous; get easely lost in her daydreams;

AU created by @thebbros

This Feels So Wrong (Part One)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes (Can I request a Peter imagine where y/n was Peters bff but he was trying to keep his ‘Spider-Man secret’ from her, and one day she was in danger and he saved her and he kissed her (Spider-Man kissed her😂) and she was daydreaming all the time the othr day at school and when she told Ned, Michelle and Peter about her 'little time’ with Spider-Man, Peter blushed and u can make the end.)
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Warnings: Mentions of Food, Violence, Ferry Accidents, Crying
A/N: I feel like I kinda changed the request up a bit, which I apologize for, but I hope you still like it!!
Part Two Part Three

Originally posted by ltsuitsyou

“Hey, Parker!”

You smiled as you walked over to the table, lunch tray in hand. Your best friend’s head snapped up, and he smiled when he saw you. “Hey,” he said, sliding over on the bench for you to sit next to him. Your smile grew at the gesture, although you tried not to make it too obvious how happy it made you as you sat down. 

“Where are Ned and Michelle?” You asked, looking at Peter. 

He smiled wider as you scooted closer to his side. “They’re on their way. They stayed back to ask the teacher a question.”

“Oh,” you responded.

“Yeah. How’s your day been?”

You shrugged, looking down at your tray and opening your drink. “It’s been alright. You?”

“Fine,” he said, and you glanced over at him to see him biting his lip nervously. “So, um,” he continued, and you turned towards him, looking at him completely. He bit his lip harder. “Are you doing anything after school today?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you knew what the question implied, but you didn’t let yourself believe it as you replied, “Uh, yeah, actually.” You thought you saw his face drop, his bitten lip exchanged for a clenched jaw. “I’m planning on taking one of the ferries today, just to relax and look at the water, you know?”

He hummed, nodding his head, and looked away from you for a moment. “So are you going with anyone, or,” he trailed off, glancing back to you. His nervous expression was still there, and you held back a question, wondering why he was being like this.

“No, just me. I haven’t really gotten a chance to just, leave myself alone with my thoughts, so I’m looking forward to it,” you gave him a smile, and watched as he gave you a fake one back.

You didn’t know what was wrong as he turned to look down at the bench and as he pulled out a textbook to read. “Peter?” You whispered, quietly so that only he would hear. He turned to look at you, and you noticed he was biting his lip again. 

“Yeah?” He whispered in return, and leaned slightly closer to you. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you stared at every detail on his face, and you noticed him do the same.

“Um,” you tried to find your words again, now looking into his eyes instead of where your gaze had drifted to his lips. “Are you okay? You seem kinda off today.”

He hummed again and nodded, staring into your eyes just as you were doing the same. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he said. His jaw was clenched again, and you were getting dizzy with the amount of times he was switching.

The two of you continued to stare at each other, now silent, and you could feel the air around you get thin. You thought you could see Peter leaning closer to you, and you felt yourself edge forward as well. It was like you were on autopilot, and you were letting your heart do the flying.

The two of you were so close, so close, and you had been waiting so long for this, and you hoped he knew what you were trying to tell him as you leaned closer, and-

“Hey, guys!” 

The two of you startled away from each other, and you nearly fell onto the floor with how far and fast you moved away from him. You looked up, breathing heavily and heart pounding rapidly. Moving to sit down in front of you were Ned and Michelle, and they were both looking at you and Peter with furrowed eyebrows.

“Hi,” you breathed out, looking back at the two of them. You quickly moved your gaze down to your lunch, and you scrambled to unwrap your sandwich and take a bite.

You ignored the eyes on you as you silently ate your sandwich, and you didn’t speak again until the subject was changed.


As you sat on the ferry crowded with people, you weren’t sure being left alone with your thoughts was the best idea. One part of your mind was screaming, and one part was racing, and they were both battling each other to be the more prominent. You didn’t know how to concentrate, and you didn’t know what to think.

You stared out at the water as the ferry moved gently, and you worked to even your breathing to calm yourself down. You couldn’t believe you had almost let yourself kiss your best friend. Regardless of the fact he had always been more than a best friend to you, he didn’t know that. And you weren’t sure you ever wanted him to.

But still, all your mind was screaming at you was, ‘Why did he lean in, too?’

He must’ve felt something, more than something, if he wanted to kiss you.

And you wanted to kiss him, more than anything. But you weren’t sure if you were ready. You weren’t sure if you were ready to face the possible rejection, the possibility of losing the friendship you held closest to your heart.

The ferry shaking beneath your feet broke you out of your thoughts, and the screaming and racing in your mind finally silenced. You looked around to see the confused faces of the other passengers, and your eyebrows furrowed when you felt another rumble. 

And another one, and another one, and you slowly stood up as the passengers around you did the same. And then a bigger one came, and you were nearly knocked off your feet. You held onto the wall next to you, looking around with worried eyes.

This couldn’t be happening. (You didn’t know exactly what was happening, but still.)

“What is happening?” You heard someone say, and murmurs erupted from a few more people. Yells were now audible, and you didn’t know what part of the ferry they were coming from, but they were accompanied with loud bangs that you were sure were the cause of the rumbling under your feet.

The work you put towards evening your breathing didn’t matter anymore, ragged breaths escaping your mouth with every passing second. You could feel the chaos building up on all parts of the ferry, the shaking and yelling and banging putting all the passengers on edge and leading them to start yelling.

You regretted coming on this ferry alone.

And then a loud explosion sounded, and the ferry seemed the most unstable under your feet than it had ever been, and the loudness of everything made you block your ears with your hands for a few seconds. Everything was too overwhelming, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

So you ran. 

You pushed through the other scared passengers who all seemed to be frozen still and staring around them. You figured you were moving away from the source, since the yelling and banging seemed to sound quieter the quicker you moved away. The amount of people dwindled as you still ran away from where you once sat, away from where the chaos was sure to be brewing. 

You stopped, falling to the floor as the ferry shook violently beneath you. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, the fear finally catching up to you as you stayed curled on the floor until the shaking stopped.

It didn’t stop. The shaking continued, and you thought you could hear a cracking noise, but you weren’t sure you wanted to look. But when you heard loud, ear-piercing screams, and people calling out names, presumably to their loved ones, you looked up and opened your eyes.

The sight that greeted you had your breath hitching in your throat.

“Oh, god,” you let out a sob, watching as the ferry quite literally split in half in front of you. Dust scattered everywhere as the large crack in the ground made its way towards you. You scrambled to stand up, quickly moving to one side of the ferry as you noticed the majority of the ferry was no longer in one piece; it was in two.

You could see the water from between the two parts of the ferry, and your heart pounded impossibly fast. You were never a great swimmer. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t think you’d ever have to know what to do in a situation like this.

You stumbled again as the crack where you were lying was no longer a crack, but a hole. You were all alone, and you suddenly regretted running away from where you had been seated. You clutched the railing desperately, feeling your part of the ferry begin to tip closer towards the water.

You began to cry. And in this moment, you couldn’t help but think of Peter Parker, your best friend and the boy you loved more than anything. You weren’t sure how he would deal with you dying today, and that was the only thing you could think of as you watched the blue abyss near closer and closer to you. You didn’t want to know how he would deal with it.

You and Peter had been best friends for nearly all your lives. Neither of you knew what life was like without the other. Neither of you thought you would ever have to know anytime soon.

You were beginning to lose your balance as the ferry became more horizontal than vertical, and you held onto the railing with all the strength you had. You cried harder, and you could hear other people’s cries and sobs over your own.

And you weren’t sure why, and you knew he couldn’t save you or hear you or see you in this moment, but you still sobbed out, “Peter,” while clenching your eyes shut in fear of seeing the water only a few feet away from you. “Peter,” you cried again. “I love you, Peter,” you sobbed violently, needing to say the words out loud at least once.

You didn’t care that he couldn’t hear you, and you didn’t care that he would probably never hear you say those words to him. But you needed to say them for yourself. 

“It’s Spiderman!” You heard someone yell, and you didn’t want to open your eyes, but you knew you had to. You didn’t look towards the water but towards the middle of the ferry where you could see a small figure in a red suit swinging and attaching shiny pieces of string-like material to each pillar.

You had seen this same figure take down so many people in the streets of Queens, robbers and muggers disappearing from alleyways and appearing on the police department stairs.

Spiderman was here to save the day yet again, and you couldn’t help but let a small smile break out on your face in relief. He finished webbing each column, and the ferry seemed to have stopped tilting to its ultimate demise. Cheering and clapping erupted from all areas of the ferry, and you let your small smile turn into a wide grin.

You were looking at the red-clad superhero with admiration and not at the rest of your surroundings when you felt a sharp pain in your arm. You yelped, losing your balance and falling to the floor right under the railing. You knew the ocean was right under your head, you knew it, but you wouldn’t look. You looked up at the large piece of metal that had knocked you off your balance and had probably sliced your arm open.

You tried to move from under the railing, but with the water so close to you, you weren’t sure if you would be able to move back into a safer area. And then you heard the screaming, and you heard the sound of what you were sure was Spiderman’s webs snapping off of the pillars, and you felt the ferry begin to tilt again.

“No,” you yelled and tried to move from under the railing, but with the tilting, the piece of metal that had hit you slid over to hit your legs roughly, and you felt your body slide off the ferry completely. “No!”

Your hands caught the railing, and you looked under you to see bright blue water that you couldn’t see the bottom of. You breathed heavily, your arms not able to hold yourself up for long. “Help!” You screamed, and although you knew you shouldn’t have been wasting your energy, you didn’t have any choice. 

You heard the sound of metal clinking against metal, and you closed your eyes tightly, waiting for the piece of metal that put you in this situation to fall on your head. But that wasn’t what the noise was as you felt your tilted position become slightly more straightened. You opened your eyes and frantically looked around you, seeing multiple Iron Man suits around the border of the ferry, pushing both pieces back together.

You would’ve sighed in relief if you hadn’t still been dangling over the ocean that was awaiting your presence.

“Help!” You screamed, hoping for one of the suits to come and catch you, but none of them did. You stayed dangling there, watching as the metal contraptions only kept their focus on pushing the ferry back together.

You could feel your cheeks were wet with tears, and you began to sob again as you felt the strength in your arms begin to give out. “Someone, help! Please,” you yelled and sobbed, willing your hands to stay clasped on the railing.

The Iron Men still ignored you, and you wondered, out of all the people those suits had saved, why you couldn’t be one of them. So you called to a different superhero, hoping it would work.

“Spiderman! Help! Please, help,” but you didn’t see anyone coming for you, and your fingers were slowly unraveling from the railing, and you let out a blood-curdling scream.

You didn’t want to die. You didn’t want to die.

Your hands slipped from the railing, and you closed your eyes as you waited to be met with ice cold water. But instead, you felt a soft hand catch yours. You opened your eyes to see a flash of red before you were yanked upwards. You felt your feet land on the ground of the ferry, and you were about to let go of your savior’s hand when your knees gave out.

“Woah, woah,” you heard a voice say and an arm wrap around your waist, and you looked up to stare into the mask of Spiderman. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked frantically, and you thought you could recognize his voice, but everything was much too overwhelming to be able to pinpoint it. 

When you didn’t reply, he asked again, more urgently. “Are you hurt?

You startled, shaking your head rapidly and blinking repeatedly. You wondered why he sounded like he cared so much, but couldn’t find the energy to think much of it. “I’m fine,” you choked out, voice raspy from your sobbing and screaming.

You saw him give you a once-over and you knew he noticed your arm. “Your arm,” he lifted it gently, inspecting the cut that was starting to throb painfully.

“I’m fine,” you said, shaking your head again. You felt his arm tighten around your waist, and he dropped your arm with his other hand to gently press it to your cheek.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” you heard him whisper, but it sounded like he was trying to reassure himself more than you. You quietly looked at him, and you heard him let out a heavy breath before moving his hand from your face to lift his mask up to his nose and then press his hand back to your cheek.

You didn’t get a chance to look at his face before you felt his lips press against yours. You gasped into the kiss, not knowing what to do with yourself. His thumb was stroking your cheek softly, and you almost didn’t notice he was doing it before he stopped.

You kissed him back, and you weren’t quite sure why. But this man didn’t have an identity, and you didn’t know who you were kissing, so in some twisted way, you pretended it was Peter whose lips were pressed to yours.

He pulled away and slid his mask back over his face before you could open your eyes again, and he set you down lightly on the ferry floor to make sure you wouldn’t collapse on your knees again.

“Goodbye, (Y/N),” he whispered before turning around and swinging away, and you watched him leave.

You didn’t even question how he knew your name.

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So I wasn’t intending for this to be so angsty, or this long, but here we are. Obviously I’m gonna make a part two to finish up the request, but I would like to know if you guys would actually want a part two. So let me know!! Requests are open :)

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Pisces - Losing her in other realms

Pisces illustrates two drenched figures guarding her curved gate, signifying her constant entrance and re-entrance into the spiritual ocean. The Pisces symbol illustrates these winding gates, the entrance is of course obscured, and once she leaves there’s a possibility she will never fully return. When reality becomes static and threatening, she plunges headfirst into the sea to burry her ears with water and tune into another world. You see Pisces do this frequently with books, television, daydream, sleep, their creative work, sex, or substances. There are angels and devils that reveal themselves in Pisces, they are such a porous and diluted essence that any entity - immortal or not can energise from them. They have energy that vibrates well on the spiritual plane and poorly on the material plane. It creates an agitating conflict in the individual, she often feels alien in her own body and form. This is also why people suffering spiritual crises are unconsciously drawn to Pisces, they drink her nectar like they are drowning, but they so often leave her too exhausted to save herself. In her darker moments she submits to devils, luring her into false or fanatic belief systems, becoming hostage to delusion and escapism. There’s a valid reason that Dane Rudhyar refers to the Piscean temperament as a battlefield. But the angel also rides the energetic light of Pisces, and she frequently whispers cosmic messages in some form, tapping into her psychic functions and protecting her from a distance. She wrote a severe contract for earth before incarnating as Pisces. And God knows this, so her support system is rich and active. It’s ensured there are angels, guides, ancestors, and spiritual mentors always on call, this is why so many Pisces make natural spiritualists, healers, witches, and clairvoyants. The 6th sense is how she perceives, feels, knows, and understands the world. The ocean is vast and largely undiscovered, in a spiritual sense it symbolises everything. This is the experience for Pisces. The intensity of containing such spiritual mass is too harsh for a physical body. So the Pisces has many bodies she can swim into. She glides into new states of consciousness and adapts her form with the ease of her changing mood. In all of this mayhem, there is a very peaceful, silent space inside Pisces where she is held by her guides and cocooned in a dreamy coma. Her enlightenments are small but frequent, there are miracles waiting to reveal themselves to her eyes only. Pisces is ruled by Jupiter and symbolises the higher mind. The ancients taught us that imagination is the conduit to entering the higher mind realms. The Pisces imagination is her ticket to the cerebral spiritual kingdom, in her moments of daydream and escape she typically undertakes tremendous, internal spiritual voyages. Along the way lost devils and angels find her light and flicker by her side, energised like moths to a flame, and there are times when she fools us that she is one of each.

-C.

[art: Natalie Shau]

DTR

DTR= Determining the Relationship. (It’s an inside joke and I’m the only one who’ll understand it lol). 

Requested by @mikimiska113 and @flyinposts and a bunch of anons. 

The boat rocked on the waves, the soft ebb and flow washing against the exterior. It was choppier than normal and she knew that some of the crew members would be up on the top deck being sick over the side of the boat, but Dany never was. She was just at home on the water as she was on land. She liked to think it was because something in her remembered her flight to Dragonstone when she was nothing more than a spark of possibility; remembered her family being torn apart. 

It reminded her of all the time she spent on ships as a child, fleeing from one place to another but never settling down long enough anywhere to truly call it her home. It reminded her of nights when she’d played quietly in the corner with her dolls, or read by candlelight, or sat and stared out at the waves praying that Viserys wouldn’t look at her in that way he so often had. 

But she’d never expected this. Not even in her wildest daydreams, the ones she’d laughingly confessed to Missandei during her nightly baths. 

Their lovemaking had lost its feverished pace a long time ago; now the sex was soft and exploratory, the passion quiet and restrained as the events of the day caught up with them and they lost the initial frenzied desire to make each other theirs. 

He had a beautiful body. She didn’t know why she’d never noticed it before; she’d noticed, certainly, how the hard lines of his muscles stood out on his chest and how soft and silky his hair was-but now that she could see it in its entirety, the hard lines and smooth planes, the scars on his chest that did nothing to mar his beauty but added to his intrigue…all she could do was kiss him again and again, feeling her mouth meld into his…

She let out a little moan in the back of her throat and Jon’s lips traced along her collarbone. She couldn’t remember ever being loved like this, ever even imagining a love like this was even possible…

Just then the door opened. “Your grace, I was hoping that we could discuss-”

They quickly disentangled themselves. Dany looked around somewhat desperately, casting about for her clothes-which had somehow ended up on the other side of the room. Jon looked just as abashed, and eventually she compromised by pulling the blanket over both of them. “Yes Lord Tyrion?”

Tyrion didn’t look fazed-or at least, if he was surprised to see them both naked in her chambers he didn’t say anything about it. “I can see the two of you are busy. I’ll come back in the morning.” He turned and left abruptly, making sure he closed the door behind him on his way out. 

There was a long silence between them. It was one thing to make love when you were sure you weren’t being watched and no one knew, where you could forget about it in the morning if something went wrong. It was quite another to know that you’d been discovered and found out. It added another level of realism to the entire encounter, like a dream they could wake up from. 

And she didn’t want Jon to leave. Not now. Not like this. 

He laughed softly and she couldn’t help laughing either-though her heart beat nervously, wondering if this was the moment when they would both come to their senses and realize that they shouldn’t be doing this. “I suppose we could have been quieter…”

“I don’t want to be quiet,” she replied. “He should have knocked.” 

He lay on his back and for a moment they were silent, listening to the water lap against the boat’s hull. She was tempted to say something, to break the silence that had somehow sprung up between them…but she stayed quiet, sensing Jon was just gathering his thoughts as he so often did. He was never one to speak his mind, without thinking it through first. 

Finally he sat up abruptly, the sheet falling down and making the candlelight dance across his chest. “If I was too forward-”

She had to kiss him to keep him quiet, to convey all of her love for him and all of the happiness he gave her, simply be being who he was. “You were wonderful.” 

“We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“I know.” But neither of them made any move to get out of bed; it might have been the wrong time, the wrong place, but there was something that pulled them together-some kind of thread that kept them from straying too far from each other. “Do you always wear your hair that way?”

He touched the top of his bun, looking hurt (Tyrion sometimes said that his hair was almost as pretty as hers). “What’s wrong with it?” 

“It just doesn’t seem comfortable to sleep in.” She raised a hand to touch it and he didn’t tell her to stop, even as she took out a handful of pins. His hair cascaded down around his shoulders, smooth and silky, and it fell through her fingers like water when she touched it. It nearly made her wet again. “You should wear your hair down more often, Lord Snow.”

His smile was abashed but his touch was firm as he touched her own hair, the intricate braids that criscrossed the back of her head. “And how long does it take you to do your hair in the mornings?”

Without taking her eyes off of him (she loved his eyes; she could get lost in his eyes) she started to undo the braids that Missandei had done up so carefully that morning. She felt strangely exposed when she let her hair down, feeling its weight touch the back of her neck. It felt as if she was showing him part of herself, something that she hadn’t shown anyone in a very long time-especially not a man. 

Braids were strong and powerful; another part of a mask she almost never dropped.

She turned on her side to face him; he ran a hand down her shoulder and along her arm, eventually taking her hand. They were so close; she could have reached out and touched the scar over his heart, the scar she had kissed earlier in the night. When she spoke again her voice was low; there was something about the moment that felt sacred and she didn’t want to disturb it. 

“What do we tell him?”

“What can we tell him? It’s a bit hard to explain away…all of this.” Or mistake it for anything other than what it was.

“He’s too smart,” she replied. “Whatever we say he’d see through.”

“Is he going to lecture us?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what he can tell us that we don’t already know.” She knew this wasn’t a good idea-they both did. In another lifetime, maybe-maybe the King in the North and the Queen in the South could have married for political strength and personal happiness. But they were fighting wars on multiple fronts and it seemed wrong, sacrilege almost, to think about love in a time like this. 

And now that she’d met Jon, she didn’t want to think about her life when they inevitably parted. 

He sighed, moving a bit closer as if he wanted to embrace her again. “It’s always been dangerous before. We know that.” 

“And this can’t change our goals. It doesn’t change who we fight for.” 

“We’re fighting for the same thing. We’re fighting to survive. Anything besides that…it’s a distraction. We can’t afford distractions right now. When the war’s over we’ll figure out the rest of it.” Gods, he looked like an angel-and he looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. 

She didn’t know that anyone had looked at her like that before. “We might not survive the wars to come.” 

“I know. But we’ll fight, to the very last.” 

“We can’t afford to be divided, not now. We’re stronger together.” She fingered the scar on his chest, feeling his heart beating underneath it. His pulse was a bit erratic, probably from their lovemaking, but still strong and steady. Alive. 

Unlike Viserion’s heart, that would never beat again. We’ll fight and survive. We have to. Otherwise he died for nothing. “ I said we would destroy the Night King and his army together, and we will. We have to make something good come out of all of this suffering.” 

Their feet touched beneath the sheets. She wondered if this had always been meant to happen, the two of them on this boat, from the moment they’d first met. Had there been some inevitability to it? Had she known, the first time she’d seen him walk into her throne room, that there was something about him that was different from any man she’d ever met?

“I’m afraid.”

He didn’t look phased. He didn’t even look surprised. “I’m afraid too. I would be surprised if you weren’t.” 

The dragons flew over the boat; their roars shook it to its foundation. Only two…Viserion’s was strangely absent. She hadn’t realized that she could pick them apart individually, until his was gone. For the first time she felt unsteady, unsure. Maybe even afraid. 

It felt like they stood on the edge of a precipice; if they stepped too far in any one direction, they would fall. 

But then again, perhaps they’d made that decision as soon as her bedroom door had closed behind them. 

“Will you stay here? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 

“Neither do I.” 

They shared a few last kisses, slow and deep and probing, as if trying to make up for the fact that they didn’t have all the time in the world left to them. Jon dropped off first; she could hear his breath even out, see his eyelids slip closed and stay that way. 

She fell asleep a bit later, twining her hand in his. 

This is going to be a two-shot of sorts because I’ll be writing the morning after oneshot tomorrow. 

Restless Nights

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Neither of you meant for it to happen, but now Bucky can’t sleep without you, and you can’t sleep without him.

Warnings: fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, third-person, very little plot (just something fun, idk), unedited, more trash writing (but like, trashier than usual because I’m trapped in an angst-ridden hole with my other fics)

A/N: Forgot this was stuck in my drafts. I kinda rushed to finish this because there was one huge section that was incomplete and I didn’t want to leave it untouched for another month. So, here it is. I’ll find another day to edit it. Think of this as a rough copy. It might be choppy. Whoops. This is more like four drabbles put together. 

Word Count: 2,102

“RESTLESS NIGHTS” MASTERLIST

WHEN BUCKY’S ATTITUDE necessitated a slap to the wrist, Tony, with all the subtlety of a Times Square billboard, decided to scour the Tri-State Area for the best therapist that the Stark’s money could afford. It was a warning. No words were said out loud, but the message was pretty damn clear: don’t taint the newest member of the team, or the good Stark Avenger name.

Bucky liked to think he’d come a long way since Siberia. Well, that wasn’t entirely true because he hadn’t exactly changed for the better, seeing as how he’d become something of a brooding little asshole, lately. Gone was the silent man that kept to himself. Bucky cemented his spot on the team as the sardonic bastard. It wasn’t his fault, per se—the nightmares had taken a toll on both his body and his mood. He’d expected this. What he didn’t, though, was that this recently acquired snark would be contagious. (The amount of foul language that had been slung around was annoying Steve to no end.)

He wasn’t going to be holding hands while singing “Kumbaya” with the other Avengers anytime soon; Bucky had tried to kill most of them back in his Winter Soldier days, which was still a sore subject for everybody involved, even though they were pretending it was A-okay. But it was one particular person whom he didn’t get along with. What was more disconcerting was that hey, Bucky didn’t try to gut her with a knife or pull a gun on her so he couldn’t put a finger on why they were at each others’ throats. 

It was just his luck that they’d be stuck together for an entire week.

He threw back his bed covers—then hastily fixed them because God forbid they be undone—and left his room at three in the morning. This was what Bucky’s life had boiled down to: a series of restless nights where he couldn’t catch a fucking break. Suffice to say, he wasn’t enjoying it very much.

Despite his heightened auditory senses, they’d dull somewhat depending on what he was listening to. Bucky could make the noises from the common room fade to background noise, but maybe he was just wanting to pick a fight at this hour. He shuffled down the hall, very un-assassin-like of him and with a disgruntled expression on his face. “You’ve got the TV on too loud.”

She didn’t bother turning around. Bucky’s presence was just a momentary lapse in her pay-per-view experience, and she bet that if she pissed him off enough, he’d go away. Her feet were propped up on the coffee table, ankles crossed. “I could hear your knees creaking the second you stepped out, and you’re giving me shit for having the TV on too loud?”

“I’m not that old,” he grumbled.

“You really want me to point out your age?”

“Are you getting smart with me?”

“I’ve always been smart. You’ve just been too much of an idiot to notice.”

Bucky muttered something under his breath, probably a good comeback that he didn’t wholeheartedly feel like vocalizing.

“Look, I’m sorry.” She figured he was going to return to bed, so she invited him—it was only a peace offering—to watch a program that she couldn’t place the name of. “You know as well as I do that you’ll be up the rest of the night. Might as well sit your ass on this couch and stay here,” she said, patting the spot next to her. Okay, it wasn’t so much of an invitation as it was a demand, but whatever. She had to admit that under all that doom and gloom, Bucky had some manners up his sleeve. Even if he came to the common room to bother her, she knew that he’d eventually leave her be.

And as one of the two people in such a gigantic space, she decided that she didn’t want to drive him away anymore. Loneliness didn’t suit her. 

Bucky took a seat. “When’s the last time you slept?” he asked, stretching an arm over the back of the couch to make himself comfortable. 

“Took a twenty-minute nap like, two hours ago.”

“Hardly think that counts.”

“What about you, then? Oh—” She bent forward to grab the bowl of fruits on the table. “You’re a plum guy.”

He took one up in his hand. “Full four hours.”

“Progress.”

“Yeah,” he answered with a yawn. 

She felt something heavy on her shoulder. Her eyes found their way to Bucky, who’d apparently fallen asleep. She wasn’t sure if she should call him beautiful—Tony and Sam insisted that she not use that word around grown ass men—but Bucky fit the bill, and there was nothing better to describe the sharp angle of his jaw, the intensity of his eyes. His lips were slightly parted. His chest rose and fell in even breaths. Peaceful, handsome when he didn’t look like he was seconds away from killing somebody. Well, he was still attractive when he was doing that too. But she’d never tell him that if her life fucking depended on it. 

She didn’t understand how he’d gotten to that point so fast, but as her eyelids began to drift close, she found out how easy it was. 


BUCKY WOKE UP first. Something was missing. It was that feeling that accompanied him so often, of being ready at a moment’s notice, high-strung. His muscles were relaxed. He didn’t know how he ended up with his head in her lap. His eyes cut to the clock on the wall.

9:30 a.m

That was the most sleep he’d had since he could remember. Bucky detached himself from her. He got up to search for a blanket, but when he came back with one in his hands, she was already awake. “We slept on the couch,” he said.

She rolled her shoulders back. “Must be why I feel so good.”

He looked anywhere but at her. “I fell asleep on you.”

“Really? Thought it was a bear of some sorts.”

Was that an insult? Was he soft and cuddly? There was a quizzical expression on his face. 

“You were snoring. It was kind of cute.”

“Can you blame me?” He tried to ignore the fact that she called him cute. Not directly, but still. “It was nice.”

“I think we—Bucky,” she said abruptly. 

“What?”

She spun him around, because there were gear-clad figures propelling down the window with guns. 

Yeah, they didn’t seem very friendly.  

“Shit.”


THAT HAD BEEN bad—we’re talking DEFCON 1, bad. They’d basically fumigated the tower (thank God for the Tony’s suits) to corral the HYDRA pests with smoke bombs and a hail of bullets. Bucky and her took a couple of hours to help the ‘janitors’ relocate the bodies. They informed Tony of what went down, and might have left out the fact that his white leather couches were now painted red.

But it was a job well done, so, grabbing milkshakes at the diner down the street was the only plausible kind of celebration.

They’d kicked ass, but they kicked ass while functioning at fifty percent. She was glaring at him from across the booth’s table, a mirror image of him with tired eyes, tattered clothes, and fresh scrapes on her face. With the back of her hand, she wiped the smeared blood from the corner of her mouth. “Let me use your body for my own selfish purposes, Buck. Look at me. I’m barely hanging on.”

“Right, because what more could I want from such a dysfunctional relationship?” he deadpanned. Bucky scrawled a provisional contract on the back of their receipt in that infamous chicken-scratch of his. Once he deemed it worthy, he slid it over to her. There must’ve been a number of spelling errors and loopholes, thanks to his fatigue, but he didn’t want to waste another second hashing out meaningless bullshit just for the heck of it. They could save that for later. Bucky rested his elbows on the table, warily gauging her reaction. “As long as we’re sleeping together, consider this a mutual agreement.”

“At least I’ll finally get some rest,” she said with a yawn. Her eyes barely skimmed over the paper. There was a little detail in there that didn’t agree with her, but they’d straighten that out, no problem. She stuffed the contract into her pocket, satisfied that the crinkling sound signaled the end of a hassle-free negotiation. “Okay.” She clapped her hands together and had a dopy smile eased onto her face as she rose abruptly from the booth. “Off to my bed.”

A spoon clattered against the table, wrenching her from her daydream. “Like hell we are,” he growled.

“Excuse me?”

Bucky, ever the neat-freak, couldn’t resist tampering with shit around the tower and scrubbing the goddamn life out surfaces with disinfectant wipes. He harbored a certain hatred—make that a relatively substantial disgust—towards clutter and Bucky wasn’t indisposed to being called a die-hard stickler for cleaning. “I’ve been in your room. It’s a fucking pig-sty in there.”

She wasn’t usually messy. In fact, she kept everything tidy for the most part. It all began with a departure from her usual routine. After the first mission she told herself she’d grab the vacuum the next day, but the more missions she went on, the more excuses that had kept piling up like the mountains of crap (figuratively, to be clear) that was littering her floor. It’d been downhill from there since. “Listen up, Goldilocks. I know you’d love to organize my closet by color and unclog the faucet to your heart’s content. So don’t deny that this is a win-win situation for the both of us.”

He would’ve. Goddamn it, he would’ve arranged her furniture perpendicularly in ninety-degree angles and put her everyday tax receipts chronologically too, but he’d rather not admit that. Fuck no, Bucky Barnes didn’t just give in. He liked to have his affairs in order, and she was not upending his entire system—sleep be damned. He was starting to think that this arrangement of theirs had more cons than pros. “You said you agreed!”

“Yeah, but what’s a verbal confirmation against a written one?” she said with a shrug. “Semantics, really. Null and void.”

“That’s how you want to play this?”

Her voice was sweet. “Legally? Sure.”

“I read up on American government while I was in Bucharest. You know, in case I ever decided to come back here. Wanted to be a law-abiding citizen and all that considering how many I’ve broken with Steve.” He smirked when her face blanched. “Saying yes is just as binding as a signature. And if I recall, you said ‘okay.’”

“Bucky—”

He couldn’t hide the shit-eating grin on his face. “You tried to lie to me. Rookie mistake, babe.”


“WHAT THE HELL are you wearing?”

There was nothing wrong with the Avengers long-sleeve she had on. “Clothes. You should try it,” she said, referring to a shirtless Bucky as she stepped out of his bathroom. 

“Skin-to-skin contact might increase the chances of us falling asleep by twenty percent,” he said, rattling off the statistic like he wasn’t totally crock full of shit. 

And if she thought she was getting toasty, it ended as soon as it started. Her blood went cold—cold enough to kick global warming’s ass and save the melting ice caps. “You expect to tough it out the rest of the night? Not all of us are blessed with acclimation to sub-zero temperatures, Bucky!”

“I want to feel you, not some mummified version of you swaddled in blankets and clothes,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her. “See this?” He gestured to his torso. “We’d be sharing body heat. So either find somebody else to sleep with or show me some skin, dollface.”

She scoffed, pulling the sweater over her head and slipping under the sheets. “Shut up before I strangle you.”

“Look, if that’s what you’re into…” he trailed off. “No complaints here.”  Bucky should’ve asked permission—he really should've—but he didn’t think twice before his hand traveled to her midriff. “Oh, fuck me. Skin’s so soft,” he mumbled, tracing circles into her waist. He was too far gone at this point.

And sure, she should’ve asked permission too—she really should've—but with the way he was touching her, she didn’t think there was any harm in pressing her lips against his neck briefly. It just felt right.

He moaned, and it was quiet and desperate. “This wasn’t part of the contract.”

“Really?” she asked, feigning innocence, “because it said that we’d be sleeping together and I think that’s open to interpretation.”

How the paladins react to you going missing.

I thought I’d try something different because I’m edgy. Enjoy!


Shiro:

      • All of a sudden, he completely loses his chill.

      • Like, to the point where even Coran is shocked.

      • He spends most of his time ordering the others around, telling them where to stand and what to do to make your rescue quicker.

      • Really turns into a leader. He just wants you found.

      • “They’ll be fine. They’re a fighter.”

      • “I should have been protecting them. I should have been there.

      • Plenty of guilt.

      • Short temper.

      • Crying when he’s on his own.

        Keith:

      • When he initially finds out, he doesn’t really believe it.

      • He’s so used to you coming home from missions and greeting him with that big kiss, that you not coming home just seems a little … surreal.

      • He waits for you for a little while. The others are trying to tell him that you’re not coming back and that they need to start a rescue plan.

      • Once the denial is gone, the anger takes it place.

      • Like Shiro, he just loses control.

      • Keith’s anger is more aimed at himself, though, and he shows it through silence.

      • He literally just sits and plans the rescue, and don’t dare think for a minute that he didn’t try and leave the castle in the middle of the night because he thought the planning was useless.

      • He just wants you home. Hunk had to stop him before he could leave the ship.

      • “I’ve lost everyone. I can’t lose them. I won’t.

      • Not believing the promises the others give him when they assure him you’ll be coming home.

      • Punching random things.

        Lance:

      • For once, Lance is silent.

      • He doesn’t really know what to do with himself. Like ???? How can theu just be gone???

      • He’s surprisingly calm, although on the inside he is fReAkInG oUt.

      • He basically agrees to any suggestion anybody gives because he just wants to get out there and rescue you.

      • “You don’t look okay, man.”

      • “I’m fine!”

      • Him truly believing it was his fault. Like, with Shiro and Keith that’s just kind of expected because of their past, but Lance genuinelywalks around for days thinking he has killed the love of his life.

      • He tries to make people believe he is okay and still cracks jokes, but there’s a dullness to them that everybody picks up on.

      • Far away glances.

      • His smile fading when he thinks nobody is looking.

      • Promising to find you every night as if you can hear him.

      • He cries once when it gets too much for him.

        Hunk:

      • He gets energetic. Not in a good way.

      • Like, it’s all adrenaline. As soon as the news is given to him that you were captured, he just gets jumpy.

      • “Let’s go! Y/N doesn’t have all day! Come on, come on, come on!”

      • He gets confused when people tell him that there’s a strong chance you won’t make it out alive.

      • “What do you mean? They’ll be fine. They’re always fine.”

      • Laughing and joking, suddenly growing very loud. Everybody notices the slight waver in his laugh.

      • He truly believes you’re okay until the days start to pass and nobody has a clue where you are.

      • He gradually gets quieter and quieter until it’s a difficult task getting him to speak at all.

      • He refuses to sleep in the bed you two shared.

      • Instead, he sleeps beside Lance.

      • “I hope you don’t mind. I need to hug something.”

      • Lip quivers.

      • Glossy eyes.

      • Late nights spent thinking about the state you must be in.

        Pidge:

      • She isolates herself like no other.

      • After she is told that you were captured, she simply nods, turns around and walks into her room, locking the door behind her.

      • Looks for anything to distract herself with. She hates feeling empty.

      • Tries to hack into every piece of technology you have on you.

      • When it doesn’t work, she gets angry and starts to destroy things.

      • “Pidge! Pidge, stop!”

      • “I told them not to turn their head set off! I told them!”

      • Getting frustrated at little things.

      • Stammering over her own words.

      • Daydreaming.

      • Fiddling with her finger nails. She just wants something to hold onto.

      • Suddenly not knowing how to dress or how to style her hair. You used to help her pick out her outfits and cut her hair for her when it got too long.

      • Now that you’re gone, she’s a little oblivious to what style is.

      • Writing and drawing out detailed plans for your rescue.

      • Swearing on graves that she will find you and she will kill whoever hurt you.

[New Sides] Draco x Reader

A/N: My first published fic on Tumblr! It is currently 2:49 AM haha,,, I desperately wanted something to start my blog off so it’s not as good as it could’ve been, but still!

Word Cound: 1,742

Warnings: I think there is like one curse word? Hufflepuff Reader. Female pronouns. Has not been proof-read.

Summary: (Name) has a small clothing accident which leads to a flustered Draco and a sweet ending! (Will probably do a part two.)

Masterlist




There she was.

‘Bloody hell, how could someone be that perfect?’

 

Draco studied her, taking in her features from afar.

He had almost memorized her and the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she would get so lost in her own thoughts in class.

She would walk to the side closest to a wall alongside Neville Longbottom and her Hufflepuff friend Lynne. She would make small conversation and express small emotions. Very rarely would she draw attention to herself, her smiles being short and sweet and her laughs as delicate as a daisy petal.

She had a nervous twitch where she would play with her hair in some shape or form, twiddling it between her index finger and her thumb or curling it around a few times before brushing it out again.

She didn’t like rough flirting. He had figured that out immediately when Cormac approached (Name) and shot out some weird pick up lines, did the thing where he trapped her between two of his arms and backed her against a wall, and basically told her she had to go out on a date with him.

Her answer was obvious when all he received was a hard slap to the face and hard shove backwards.

They were partners in Potions once and Draco found himself staring at her constantly. She was so gentle, yet she knew how to stand up for herself.

He had learned so much about her just by studying her and seeing how she reacted to certain scenarios.

Draco, on the other hand, didn’t even try to approach her. He knew all it would end in was a rejection, and honestly he didn’t want his reputation damaged… No matter how infatuated he was with her.

Draco turned his attention from the Hufflepuff girl scurrying to catch up with her friends.


“… Did you hear me?” Blaise snapped his fingers in front of him, causing him to jump slightly.

“What?”

“I asked what you were staring at.” Blaise stated, eyes narrowed. “A chick?”


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Padfoot’s patronus

Sirius x reader

For the anon who wanted patronus fluff, hope you enjoy!

Requested

“You’re late, (Y/N).” Mcgonagall commented, taking in my flushed cheeks and windblown hair as I arrived at the classroom door.

I blushed, shifting the strap of the bag on my shoulder. “Sorry Professor.”

She looked at me for a moment as if trying to work out why I looked so disgruntled before brushing away my apology, deciding it wasn’t worth her time. “It’s alright. Take a seat.”

I did as she said and made my way to the back of the classroom where the Marauders, Lily and Marlene sat. Lily frowned as she saw the blush on my cheeks; it wasn’t often I got embarrassed. “You alright?” she asked as I took a seat at the desk behind her, besides Sirius.

“Yeah. Just got stopped by Greenwood. He said my essay on the lunar cycle of Jupiter was ‘unsatisfactory’.”

They all groaned; everyone hated the new astronomy teacher, but for some reason he always appeared to have it out for me in particular.

“He’s just a greasy-haired git, (Y/N). I bet he’ll be gone soon- even old  McGonny can’t stand him.” James stated. “Besides, I bet your essay was better than all of ours.”

I rolled my eyes, but his comment had made me smile. “You know that’s not true James.”

“Well, barr Remus, maybe.” Peter replied with a grin. “He knows all about the lunar cycles.”

I could have throttled him, but settled with throwing him a death glare, seeing out of the corner of my eye that Sirius was doing the same. When the two of us had officially become a couple at the start of last year, he’d enlightened me to Remus’s ‘furry little problem’. Not that I hadn’t had my suspicions before- the boys were far more conspicuous than they thought they were.

McGonagall snapped at us to focus, and the others turned back around to face the front. She was taking over our DADA classes after the most recent teacher had taken a leave of absence- this one had only lasted two months, six months less than the teacher before that.

“James is right, you know.” Sirius muttered lowly, taking my hand under the desk. His breath brushed my ear and I felt my heart rate pick up, sending tingles down my spine. “He’s a right nob, that Greenwood.” His eyes didn’t leave my face; how was it he always knew when something had got to me?

“I know.” I replied with a sigh. “I just hate how he gets under my skin. I always end up feeling mad or stupid after a five minute conversation with him.”

Sirius squeezed my hand. “You are far from stupid.” he promised, before his face spread into a smirk. “Besides, plans are already being put in place to stop the prick’s reign of terror.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Sirius…”

“Shh, (Y/N)!” Mcgonagall snapped. I tore my eyes away from my conniving boyfriend and back to the front.

McGonagall trained her beady eyes on me. “As I was saying… today we will be practicing patronus charms. Now after all the fuss with Mrs Peter’s swift departure, I thought it was about time you got a practical lesson.” She looked deliberately at Sirius and James. “Don’t make me regret it.”

The two boys smirked. “Cross my heart, Professor.” James replied, gracing her with his boyish grin. “We’ll be on our best behaviour.”

“I should hope so.” Her expression was stern, but her eyes twinkled; everyone knew she had a soft spot for the troublemaking boys. “Now, stand up and move the tables to the sides of the room, and we shall begin.”


Twenty minutes later, we were well underway. James was the only one to have summoned a corporeal patronus, much to Lily’s irritation; on his fifth try, Prongs, (surprise, surprise), had exploded from the tip of his wand and galloped around the room, causing students to gasp at the beauty of the creature. James had simply smirked and patted the head of the stag, not in the least surprised by his patronus, whilst McGonagall congratulated him; to produce a patronus so quickly was remarkable for a sixth year student. Sirius, Remus and I had all produced wisps of smoke, but we were nowhere near James’s level, and Marlene and Lily were struggling to make anything appear.

“Patience, Lily.” McGonagall said, as the red-head angrily cursed herself after trying or the upteenth time. “A patronus requires patience. The more frustrated you get, the harder it will be to summon a clear, happy memory. James, don’t just loiter. Come and help Miss Evans.”

James flashed a grin from where he was perched on one of the tables, chatting to Marlene with his shirt untucked and his wand hanging loosely in his hand.  “Certainly, Professor.”

Lily glared at him. “Professor, I can assure you that having that doofus around will definitely not help my mood.”

McGonagall’s eyes twinkled. “You might be surprised, Lily.”

I glanced at Marlene, who was smirking, and bit back my own smile. You had to admire McGonagall- she knew exactly what she was doing.

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my waist, making me jump, and I turned in Sirius arms so I was facing him. “How’s it going, (Y/N)?”

“Alright.” I entwined my hands around his neck, breathing him in. In this close proximity, I could admire the laughter lines sprinkled around his deep grey eyes, the light stubble that dusted his jaw, and the softness of those lips. If I hadn’t been in the middle of the classroom, I might have kissed him. I wished I could.

“Mhmm.” he nuzzled into my neck and I curled into him, closing my eyes and listening to the beat of our heartbeats thumping against each other. I couldn’t put into words what I felt for this boy- but it was bigger than anything I’d ever felt before.

“PDA, guys, PDA.” A smiling Remus had his eyebrows raised accusatively as I swivelled around, pulling away from Sirius. My arms ached for his warmth already.

“Har-har, Remus.” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“Well I don’t see you casting your patronus, (Y/N).”

I grinned. “So you’ve cast yours then?” As soon as I said it, I regretted it.  An emotion flashed in Remus’s eyes, and then it was gone- hidden behind some wall. His patronus would be a wolf- a werewolf maybe. Of course he’d be terrified that someone would see.

“Remus, I’m sorry.” I muttered. “I didn’t think.”

“It’s okay.” he waved away my apology, but I still felt like I’d been punched in the gut. “I’m just gonna speak to Miss about the homework assignment.” He turned away and I groaned, spinning back around to face Sirius.

He lounged against one of the desks, watching me. “It doesn’t matter, (Y/N).”

“It does. I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not.” He pulled me towards him, tugging my gaze away from where Remus was talking with McGonagall. “And Remus doesn’t mind. He’s used to his condition after living with it for so many years.”

I looked into his eyes. “You really believe that?”

He sighed. “No. But he won’t mind, really. He adores you.”

I smiled. “Now you’re lying.”

“I’m not.” he grinned. “Who wouldn’t adore you?”

“You two make me sick.” commented Marlene, her nose wrinkled and her arms folded across her chest, but I could see the flicker of amusement in her eyes. “Now do some work, lovebirds.”


“I can’t do it.” I complained, twenty five minutes later. It was nearing the end of the lesson, and only I was yet to produce a patronus of some sort- most of the class, including Lily, had been able to produce some form incorporeal patronus, but I had nothing, I felt hot, bothered and frustrated at myself.

“Keep your back straighter and elongate your arm.” James said. He was looking pleased with himself- which probably had to do with the fact that he’d managed to talk to Lily for ten minutes without her biting his head off, and was actually able to help her produce an incorporeal patronus.

‘Expecto Patronum!” I called, but it was no use. Only a white puff came out my wand; was it possible I was getting worse?

“What are you thinking of?” asked Lily with a frown.

I blushed. “The first time I ate strawberry ice cream.” It had been summer of second year, and I’d never tried the stuff before. Heavenly.

“No wonder you’re not producing anything.” Remus commented, his eyebrows raised. “That’s not strong enough. You underestimate yourself”

“And you underestimate my love for strawberry ice cream.”

He grinned at that. “Come on, you can do it. Think of something really, truly happy.”

“Like me.” Peter piped up. “I’m happy.”

Marlene rolled her yes.”Not like Peter. Like… the first time you rode a broom.” She looked wistful.

“I hate quidditch.” I reminded her, tugging her from the daydream.

“Oh. Right.” She looked thoughtful for a moment before an idea struck and she grinned. I had reason to be suspicious of that look. “The first time you rode a boy?”

I blushed scarlet. “Marlene!”

She cackled, as Sirius snuck up on me again. “I can help with that.” he muttered, winking at me.

Still Scarlet, I rolled my eyes at him as he covered his hand over own, holding the wand. “Close your eyes”. he muttered.

“I can do it myself.” I grumbled, but did as he said, aware of his body pressed against mine, the smell of his musky scent in my nose. “Now take a deep breath.” He nudged closer to me, and my heart skipped a beat. “Remember that day by the black lake?” he whispered. “Where I dared you to go in and then swam out to save you when you nearly drowned?”

“I pretended to drown.” I reminded, him, smiling at the memory. “I wanted to get you back.”

“Remember how it felt when we were nose to nose in the water? You were soaking wet, your hair all plastered to your head and mascara running down your cheeks, but you’d never looked more beautiful to me.” He paused. “I think that was the day I fell in love with you.”

My eyes flew open to find him grinning. My throat felt dry. “You did? You are?”

“Of course I am.” he whispered back, keeping his hand on my extended wrist. “How could I not be?”

I swallowed. “Sirius…”

“Ssh. Don’t say anything.” He guided my hand out just a little bit further. “Close your eyes and just remember that day.”

I thought of it all- the water, the sun, the sight of him in front of me- all soaked hair and sparkling grey eyes, his hair dripping soppily. He’d looked so handsome. I thought of how I’d felt- laughing and splashing him in the water, and then the way he’d held me- as if I was the most precious thing in the world.

“Expecto Patronum.” I said gently.

And we both watched as Padfoot leaped from my wand and raced across the floor- an overexcited puppy waggling his tail. James and Peter stared open mouthed, whilst Remus smiled knowingly and Lily and Marlene admired what a nice patrous it was- not knowing just how much it meant.

I turned to Sirius, whose eyes were wide open with disbelief, happiness, and boundless, heart-felt love.

I laughed, filled with euphoria. “I guess this means I love you too.” I whispered, before pressing my lips to his, and melting into him.

Pisces - Losing her in other realms

Pisces illustrates two drenched figures guarding her curved gate, signifying her constant entrance and re-entrance into the spiritual ocean. The Pisces symbol illustrates these winding gates, the entrance is of course obscured, and once she leaves there’s a possibility she will never fully return. When reality becomes static and threatening, she plunges headfirst into the sea to burry her ears with water and tune into another world. You see Pisces do this frequently with books, television, daydream, sleep, their creative work, sex, or substances. There are angels and devils that reveal themselves in Pisces, they are such a porous and diluted essence that any entity - immortal or not can energise from them. They have energy that vibrates well on the spiritual plane and poorly on the material plane. It creates an agitating conflict in the individual, she often feels alien in her own body and form. This is also why people suffering spiritual crises are unconsciously drawn to Pisces, they drink her nectar like they are drowning, but they so often leave her too exhausted to save herself. In her darker moments she submits to devils, luring her into false or fanatic belief systems, becoming hostage to delusion and escapism. There’s a valid reason that Dane Rudhyar refers to the Piscean temperament as a battlefield. But the angel also rides the energetic light of Pisces, and she frequently whispers cosmic messages in some form, tapping into her psychic functions and protecting her from a distance. She wrote a severe contract for earth before incarnating as Pisces. And God knows this, so her support system is rich and active. It’s ensured there are angels, guides, ancestors, and spiritual mentors always on call, this is why so many Pisces make natural spiritualists, healers, witches, and clairvoyants. The 6th sense is how she perceives, feels, knows, and understands the world. The ocean is vast and largely undiscovered, in a spiritual sense it symbolises everything. This is the experience for Pisces. The intensity of containing such spiritual mass is too harsh for a physical body. So the Pisces has many bodies she can swim into. She glides into new states of consciousness and adapts her form with the ease of her changing mood. In all of this mayhem, there is a very peaceful, silent space inside Pisces where she is held by her guides and cocooned in a dreamy coma. Her enlightenments are small but frequent, there are miracles waiting to reveal themselves to her eyes only. Pisces is ruled by Jupiter and symbolises the higher mind. The ancients taught us that imagination is the conduit to entering the higher mind realms. The Pisces imagination is her ticket to the cerebral spiritual kingdom, in her moments of daydream and escape she typically undertakes tremendous, internal spiritual voyages. Along the way lost devils and angels find her light and flicker by her side, energised like moths to a flame, and there are times when she fools us that she is one of each.

-C. 

(art: Yang Na)

On Jakku, she’d etched marks into her home, etched marks into the wreckages she had raided and claimed, and now, she’d etched a mark into the Monster’s face that haunted her nightmares, her daydreams. Mine, mine, mine. Always a scavenger of broken things.

I love/hate TFA because I ended up with three new ships, one of which apparently is Problematic™ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Anyways, here’s my contribution to the amazing Reylo fandom!

Your Girl

Hi babes! I know that it’s been a long time since I posted a writing, and for that, I’m sorry! But, to make it up to you, here’s a supa long oneshot that I really hope you enjoy! Anyways, this is about Tom and a very shy reader, who suffers from slight social anxiety. Tom keeps an eye on her because he knows how uncomfortable she gets in unfamiliar social settings with new people, and the pair begin to fall for each other! They go out to dinner with friends one night, and the reader ends up attracting some very unwanted attention and Tom gets very protective and then feelings happen and ??? I hope you like it!

Your Girl

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and then promptly fixing it back to it’s place directly over her eyes, she fussed about with slightly quaking hands. Gnawing on the inside of her lip, she rocked up and down on the balls of her feet, various unsettling scenarios bouncing through the expanse of her mind. The outlines of all the possibilities at hand were making her head spin. She’d been worried about them since she awoke that morning with the intent of traveling down to her local bookstore, allowing her anxiety to conjure up every alarming response that had the slightest half a chance of occurring.

    In the pit of her stomach, fear had poked it’s piercing talons through her skin, dragging up and down and forcing her tummy into knots. All she intended to do was ask a question about a book’s location in the store, but the reaction of the employee she’d be asking was filling her with a sense of dread. The girl understood that it was very likely the storekeeper would even bat an eye, too uninterested into their work to really do anything other than offer their assistance, seeing as she was a paying customer, but she was oh-so very nervous that they’d scoff in her face or roll their eyes. She even wondered if they were allowed to flat-out dismiss her.

    Logically, she understood that all of the rudeness she had created in her mind on the bookkeeper’s behalf were very unlikely reactions. But, the fact that they existed and could happen were enough to keep her inside, curled up in bed, staring longingly her shelf of finished novels.

    Now, she stood by the guidance desk, busying herself with glancing over the classic book corner of the store after she had forced herself up and out of her front door. Each time she psyched herself up to finally speak to the woman manning the desk, her courage evaporated as soon as someone else sauntered up to the counter to ask their question. The girl was so locked in her feelings of utter hopeless that she barely noticed the boy who wandered over to the opposing side of the bookshelf.

    Scrunching up her nose and groaning, she rounded the corner of the shelf to once again glance over the books whose author’s last names began with the letters A-L. She was so focused on forcing herself to speak that she walked straight into the young man’s surprisingly solid chest.

    “Shit, fuck, I mean shoot-” with her cheek pressed against his chest, she could feel the british accent rumbling past his lips, “‘’M sorry that I ran into you, and I’m sorry for swearing. Are you alright, love?”

    She pried herself away from him and glanced up at him with strawberry-red flushed cheeks, and a bashful gaze, “yeah, no problem, totally on me, not you. Sorry I crashed into you, just wasn’t looking where I was going.” Her eyes flickered across the room, she didn’t want to appear psychotic for staring at him too long or anything like that. So far, she’d observed that the boy was very british, and very cute, which was making her stumble over her words more than she already was.

    The boy stared down at the girl in front of him, his brows puckered. She was lovely, and truth be told, he’d seen her circle the shelf about three or four times, and she was biting down on her lip so hard that he was beginning to fret that she’d draw blood. She seemed lost, or scared, either way, something was off with her, he could tell.

    “You’re sure?” He questioned, steadying her in place before him, “you look a bit frazzled.” The girl dropped her eyes to floor once more, her cheeks coloring growing darker than before, and he quickly opened his mouth to retract his previous statement, “no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! You’re still  disarmingly cute, it’s just that you seem a bit adrift. Do you need anything?”

    She opened and shut her mouth, cocked her head to the side and regarded him with the softest voice he’d ever heard, “Just trying to find a book is all, did you really n-,” she started before she cut herself off. She was working herself into a tizzy, first she nearly took a cute boy down, and then he’s complimenting her and asking if she needs anything. The girl was convinced that she could float up into the summer sky’s barely existent clouds and melt into the blue sky forever. Everything felt stupendously surreal.

    “Can I help you look or anything?” He offered, snapping her out of her daydream of evaporating into a mist and flitting around town as she pleased, “my name’s Tom.”

    Now, she was thoroughly convinced that the entire day was a massively wild reverie. Her mind pieced two and two together, and she became very aware that the boy who stood in front of her was no other than Tom Holland.

    “Wow,” she uttered, reaching out to tentatively poke him in the chest, “you’re you.”

    Tom shoved his hands into his pockets and giggled, a soft smile stretching across his cheeks. “Yes, that I am. And may I ask who you are?”

    She rolled her bottom lip into her mouth and stated her name. If it turned out that she was dreaming, she was prepared to accept it wholeheartedly. If Tom Holland decided that he wanted to speak to her, and furthermore assist her in finding her book, than so be it. She was not going to allow herself to muck it all up by saying no, especially when his brown eyes looked so sparkly and kind.

    “Now, what is it that we’re looking for?” Tom questioned, placing a hand on the small of her back to guide her away from the corner and up to the guest’s assistance desk.

    Ever since that afternoon, she and Tom were together, not romantically they claimed, but truly, all that was necessary for the pair’s connection to be deemed romantic was the pair’s confession to one another that they each desired more from their friendship. Tom paid extra attention to her, quickly figuring out that she was painfully shy and teetered away from social situations that frightened her. Tom had made it his mission to check up on her to make sure she was alright  and wasn’t being coerced into activities she didn’t wish to partake in.

    Tom had fell into the habit of ordering her food for her, asking questions for her at the store and keeping a watchful eye on anyone he felt could cause her harm. He was more than happy to help her, and it fueled his self-esteem when she would smile up at him and thank him for easing her anxiety. That was all Tom ever wanted to do.

    In return, she spent a fair amount of time looking after him in less obvious ways. When she felt as though he’d been eating too much takeout and deserved a nice home-cooked meal, she took it upon herself to prepare him one. She learned exactly how he liked his cups of tea, what kind of books he liked to nurture his mind with, and she even knitted Tom a beanie for when he would be away filming somewhere cold. Often times, the girl and Tom stayed up all night talking on the phone, or snuggled up together on the couch in her living room.

    “Darling,” Tom called out to her, “are you nearly ready?” He plopped down on the couch and began leafing through one of the novels that she had currently stacked on her coffee table. Tom hadn’t had as much time to read books, seeing as he was going through so many scripts, but he’d always found that her books enthralled him and would gently coax him back into the bookstore. The book he was currently turning over in his hands was a bright, proud, sunshine yellow. It’s title was printed across the page in red, block letters. “‘Sex and Rage?’” Tom smirked, already preparing to tease the girl he was waiting for.

    They’d been invited out to dinner with some of his castmates and a few other mutual friends, and the girl was presently rushing around her apartment in search of her favorite lipgloss and her purse.

    “I’m almost done, I promise!” Tom heard her muffled response, and then a second later he heard her utter a few choice curse words, prompting him to settle back against the couch because she was clearly not anywhere near being done. He kicked his legs up to balance on her coffee table and opened the novel by Eve Babitz and allowed her to take him all the way back to 1970s Los Angeles.

    After about fifteen more minutes, Tom looked up to find her stood in front of him, blushing profusely when she took note of the book in his hands. Raising his brows and grinning boyishly at her, Tom waved the novel her way. “Interesting choice of reading material, innit?”

    “I-,” she started, and then proceeded to open and shut her mouth, she chose to mumble, “shut up, Tom. It’s a classic.”

    “Yes, yes, love,” Tom said, “sex and rage are quite classic in LA.”  Tossing the book back into it’s proper place, Tom skimmed her frame up and down. “You look,” he almost lost his breath. She was clothed in a silky, sheer, polka-dotted dress, the ruffles dipping low and offering him ample view of the expanse of her chest. The dress’s hem was short and her legs looked just as silky soft as the fabric of her dress. Tom longed to press kisses all the way up from her ankles to above where her skirt ended. “Fucking amazing,” he finished, taking one her hands within his own to press a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. He had half a mind to propose they skipped the dinner all together. Tom didn’t want to share the vision of loveliness that she was with anyone else.

    She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you,” she broke away to look directly into his eyes, “you look like every teen’s dream.” She laughed as Tom let out a chuckle underneath his breath. “Are you ready to go?”

    Tom stepped closer to her, winding a hand around her waist, “been ready, love. It’s you that I’ve been waiting for.” Which Tom thought was true, to be fair. The only reason that he hadn’t showered her in love and adoration was because he wasn’t absolutely positive that she’d want him too.

Although, she’d allowed him to kiss the back of her hand, and she kissed him on the cheek, what would be so different about Tom leaning down and angling her chin up towards him so he could press his lips against her own? But still, Tom waited. He needed to know that she felt the same for him. Tom refused to allow his feelings for her taint their friendship. He’d done everything he could to try and get her to pick up on his emotions, but he’d observed that they went right over her head. Unluckily for him, everyone else had been made well aware of the love Tom had for her. He prayed up to the high heavens that they’d go easy on them tonight.

After locking up her apartment with his own set of keys, and driving to the restaurant, Tom rushed around the side of the car of yank her door open and help her out. “Careful, m’love,” Tom muttered, taking both her hand and her waist in his hands, “don’t want you to slip.”

“Tom, I’m wearing heels, I’m not injured.” She giggled.

It was Tom’s turn to turn the same shade of red the ripe strawberries she’d given him for breakfast were, “I know, just don’t want you to slip is all.”

Together, they walked into the restaurant, Tom heading over to the hostess’s station to inquire about the whereabouts of their table while she strayed a little behind, choosing to stare at a painting that was hung in the foyer.

“Intricate, isn’t it?” An American male’s voice stated from behind her. When she whipped around to face him, she found that the man in front of her was a bit too close for her liking. So close to her that she felt as though the overbearing cologne the man had covered himself in had sprouted arms and was choking it’s way into her system.

“Yes,” she said, smiling as politely as she could. She peered around the man, trying to spot Tom to no avail.

The girl understood that under no circumstances did she owe this man anything, even a conversation, but she’d grown quickly timid of the way in which he leered over her.

“Waiting for anyone?” The man asked, stepping closer to her and turning his head to the side. When he smiled at her, she didn’t like it. This man’s smile wasn’t warm the same way Tom’s was when he directed it at her, and she could already tell that it wasn’t going to be followed up by a laugh. She knew it was wrong to compare every man that she came into contact with to Tom, but she couldn’t help it. He was everything she wanted and more.

“Uh, yeah, actually. I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” she lied, pink spreading across her cheeks. “He’s just making sure our table is ready.”

The man didn’t seem put off at all when she claimed to be there with her boyfriend, in fact, the smile he wore on his lips curled into a smirk, almost as if to say, “challenge accepted.”

“There you are darling!” Tom called, his brows nearly joining together when he saw the man stood in front of his girl. As he made his way over to them, Tom could practically hear the sigh of relief escape her lungs. Curling a protective arm around her waist, Tom came to a halt behind her and leaned down to pepper her neck with kisses. “Who’s this?”

Before she could even think of a response, the man introduced himself, “Luc. Nice to meet your girl.”

Tom narrowed his eyes, “yeah, my girl is very nice.” He tucked her beneath his arm and began leading her towards the door, offering a hasty, “our table is ready,” the man’s way, not bothering to listen for a response.

“What an absolute wanker,” Tom said loudly, unable to stop himself from saying that he thought so before they walked out of Luc’s hearing range, “alright now, love?” He shook his head and glanced back towards where the man stood, “didn’t like how he was looking at you. What right does he think he has? Fuckhead.”

She merely pressed a kiss to Tom’s jaw, “s’alright now. Don’t worry about it. Thank you for pretending to be my boyfriend, I think he’ll go away now.”

“I’ll be your boyfriend anytime you want.” Tom said, guiding her into the room in which their friends occupied.

After greeting their table, smiling and laughing and talking, the pair barely made it through the appetizers without the man, Luc, quickly becoming an issue once more. They’d learned that he too was apart of a rather large dinner party, so their tables were right smack next to each other. When she spotted Luc coming her way, she shrunk so noticeably back into Tom’s chest that Harrison, who was sat across the table from her, took notice too.

Tom scoffed, “for fuck’s sake. He’ll leave you alone darling, and if not, he and I shall be exchanging words outside.” Tom smoothed her hair down and kissed her temple.

“Well, that’s new.” Harrison stated, eyes blown wide open. “Are you two finally together now?” He asked, his comment quickly peaking the interest of the entire table.

“See,” she heard Laura chime in next to her, “told you they’d be official by now.”  

Jacob broke into a grin, “yeah, man! Knew your balls would drop sometime soon!”

She leaned back against Tom’s chest and whispered as quietly as she could, “should we go along with it?” She blinked up at Tom, who’s arm dropped from being wrapped around the back of her chair to securing her further into his side.

“Whatever you-,” his voice trailed off, “you’re joking?” She turned her head and was met with a waiter handing her a drink and pointing Luc’s direction, claiming that he’d bought it for her, and that there was more to come.

Tom pushed his chair out and angled his body towards Luc, “she’s not here with you, mate!”

“Unlikely that she’s here with you either, considering the fact that none of you friends seem to be aware of your relationship.” Luc smirked, tipping his own drink up towards his lips.

“What a tosser,” Harrison proclaimed loudly, already prepared to jump in on his friend’s behalf.

Tom was pulled away from the escalating conversation by an earnest tug on his shirt. “Tom, don’t! It’s not worth it, just ignore it and maybe he’ll go away. He’s trying to start something with you.” She advised, attempting to guide his gaze back to her.

“Bullshit,” Tom mumbled, “like fuck you aren’t worth it! You’re my girl and I’m not going to let him treat you like this.” Anger was seeping into his words and fogging up his mind, so Tom didn’t notice that he’d just uttered a very unfriendly statement her way.

“Tom,” she tried again, “it’s all pretend! It’s fine, just focus on me.”

“No, love. I don’t think you understand,” Tom sighed, focusing his gaze on hers once more. “It’s more than just pretend to me. I want you to be my girl and I feel like I’ve made it all painfully obvious, and you haven’t picked up on it, or reciprocated, or maybe you flat out ignored it. Which is fine, everything about that is fine. It’s just that I care about you and I’m not going to let some fucking dirtbag make you feel uncomfortable.” Tom raked a hand roughly through his hair, “shit,” he mumbled, shutting his eyes, “m’sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable too.”

“Kiss me.” She ordered, ushering Tom closer to her. Taking in his puzzled expression, she added, “kiss me, Tom. For real, please. Kiss me and I’m your girl. For real, not for pretend.”

Tom could hear Luc talking, Harrison retorting and Laura hailing a waiter to ask if there was anything to be done about the seating arrangements, but none of it was clicking in his mind. “What are you saying?”

“Look at me, Tom Holland,” he heard her say sternly. “Don’t let male ego get in the way of this. Don’t look at him, look at me. I wasn’t sure if you were telling me you wanted me, I thought that you were just being nice and you’re too important to me to lose, so I never questioned your intentions. I’m sorry for making you think that I was ignoring you, but I’m not anymore. Please, please kiss me.”

Tom’s head was spinning all across the room. He felt like he was upside down, underwater, sideways and more, but when she finished speaking, his head clicked back into place.

“Please,” she asked softly, tipping her head up towards Tom, who then surged forward, softly stroking over her cheeks and taking the time to carefully align her head with his to create the most perfect of first kisses he would swear anyone in the world had ever had.

A collective gasp fell across the table, and even Luc grumbled a distant, “what the fuck ever, bro. She’s not that cute anyways.”

When the pair broke apart, the first thing Tom could gasp out was, “now you’re my girl,” before quickly swooping down to conjoin their lips once again.