just going out into the woods

Nightmares (Connor x MC)

 [A little note: Yesterday, I was battling with all sorts of emotions and channelled it through some scattered thoughts. It ended up being pretty okay material for writing a story and it just kept going from there. I decided to tackle on an idea for an ilitw fanfic. It’s really short, and mostly just about the feelings more than anything coherent].

[Summary: It’s been years since Hayden (MC) and her friends had dealt with the circumstances surrounding the dark spirit in the woods. Although her mind has shoved most of it aside; every now and then nightmares reawaken, making it hard for her to keep a tight grip on reality].

[Word Count: 1055 words]

Everyday starts the same.

She wakes up, covered in cold sweats. She can barely breathe; chest heaving in and out from effort and the walls around her feel thin once her eyes scatter in panic; trying to piece together where she is. To remember why she isn’t in any danger.

But something insists she is.

She can never remember the dream – not entirely; there are only bits and pieces to that puzzle and not the entire picture as she rouses from bed. Her hands bury inside her hair and she lets out a frustrated cry as her fingers yank. They serve as a distraction until she’s able to breathe again. In and out. In and out. Until she’s able to push past what she thinks is despair and finally move.

Deep down, she thinks she’s terrified of remembering.

She winces before dropping her hands. Despite her best efforts, her body moves slowly; like a hungover sailor still trying to gather their bearings. She makes her way to the bathroom on unsteady legs.

Her dark eyes are wide in panic. She avoids lingering at skin too long; still clinging with sweat and an edge of despair. She knows she has to push past it. She knows she has to be brave.

By the time her feet lead her into the shower, she hears something. Words that are nearly inaudible. One foot at a time goes inside, before the glass door shuts close behind her. She’s afraid to open them again; body trembling as the words play on repeat. Like a loop they utter – murmurs at first, soft and gentle; small tendrils gripping her mind.

Apprehension makes it difficult for her to focus. She wills her mind to ignore the urge for it to disappear. She wants to know – she wants to remember.

And when she does finally loosen that block – the only block she has ever known, it is only then she realizes that it is not a gentle whisper that speaks to her. Not a coaxing sound that reaches out and grapples with her thoughts. Instead, it is a low and nearly threatening rumble – a hiss that reminds her of skittering insects across her flesh. It makes her skin feel ice-cold despite the hot water descending across taut skin.


She frowns trying to listen closer, trying to determine what the point of the voice was. The only thing she remembers from the dream.

Everyone plays together

She doesn’t realize she’s moving at first.

It’s as though breathing is no longer possible. And no matter how many gulps of fresh air she tries to take, they get her nowhere. A hand grips the side of the shower’s handle – knuckles going starkly pale while the other reaches for her throat. Nails dig into her flesh as she struggles with one arm to slide the shower back open.

When she finally pries it open, her vision blurs. She’s coughing, struggling to make sense of where is and is only dimly of footsteps rushing towards her until the bathroom door suddenly swings open.


Her eyes meet familiar blues that for a second blur into a haze of red. She squints, before – blinking rapidly at the sudden shadow belonging to a silhouette of a man. Her throat aches and it takes her a moment to realize why. She’s been screaming the past minute; both hands still gripping and scratching the sides of her throat in a frenzy.

And in a flash, she feels his arms surrounding her; cocooning her into his warmth. His solid warmth. Relief floods her system, as shallows breaths leave her shaking all over. “Ssh, it’s okay.” His voice breaks through the panic. His voice is home. “Stay with me. You’re safe. Stay with me. You’re home.”

His whispers soothe her; like waves crashing against a shore – they wash over her. He’s real. She feels his hands touching hers, and cautiously removes them from the sudden stinging left behind across her skin. He’s real. And whatever that was – isn’t.

“Stay with me.”

She listens to the deep rumble in his voice, nodding as her eyes drift over his face. His concern, his love for her – it’s all there keeping her afloat - but barelt. She latches onto it desperately; allowing it to be the only important thing to fill her mind. And with every reassuring word he speaks, breathing becomes easier. As his fingers touches her lips, speaking becomes easier. “Connor, I –” She buries her head into his shoulder and the rest of her sentence becomes muffled, a gasp that she presses into his shoulder. She forces her eyes close.

She doesn’t feel her world shift, but she realizes very quickly she isn’t grounded anymore. The world has shifted. His arms are underneath her, bringing her closely to his chest. She feels the weight of his stare but doesn’t return it as she snuggles closer into his chest.

It isn’t until she feels the familiar texture of cotton sheets that her eyes slide open again. They watch as he undoes his tie and gets inside the bed with her. He drapes the sheet around them, bringing her back into the center of his chest before running his fingers inside her hair. He rocks her back and forth.

“You should go,” she says feebly; but every part of her wants him to stay. Every part of her wants him to never leave again. She shouldn’t be so afraid; years ago she had never allowed herself to be. But she was a different person then and if she had known - she crushes the rest of her thoughts.

She feels the ghost of lips by her brow. “No, I’m not leaving.”

Guilt pricks her like a needle seeking her softest spot. Sometimes ,she hates knowing that she can’t stop it – hates understanding that whatever stalks her subconscious never has to wait long before finding its way back to her. To the life she left behind.

She grips the folds of his dress-shirt, closing her eyes again to listen to the sound of his heart again. “Thank you,” she mumbles softly and she exhales slowly as her mind drifts again.

Everyday starts the same. But they only finish when he’s around to make a different ending.

The Viking and The Star Part 14 (Ivar x OC)

Pairings: Ivar x OC

Warnings: mild smut, choking, angst

Summary: Hettie asks Ivar to join him on the battlefield against King Ecbert, but Ivar refuses.  Ivar shows Hettie who is in charge.  Sigurd makes a pass at Hettie and it doesn’t look good to Ivar.  

The following afternoon Ivar came back to camp, excitedly telling you his plan he came up with.  He told Bjorn who in turn agreed to the idea. Ivar explained how the army was going to use the woods, use the lands to their advantage against King Ecbert and his army.  

Your eyes became wide as he spoke with eagerness and you could tell how excited he was that he had masterminded this whole plan.  You were beyond proud of him even though you knew he could do it all along, he was a strategist, that was one of his greatest strengths.  

“Let me go with you,” you blurted out without even realizing what you had just said.  Ivar became rigid as your words sunk into his mind. Ever so slowly he turned his head to face you, his eyes screaming disappointment as they narrowed.  

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Jealous much?

request: Could you do an imagine where you were the only girl in neverland until another girl arrives and she’s a total bitch who flirt with pan and stuff so you are jealous and sad and pan finds out and confess his love for you making the other girl jealous

warnings: explicit.

It was one of those days in fall, nature was slowly letting go of all freshness and was preparing for another cold winter to come in Neverland. Peter and I had spent all afternoon in the woods together enjoying the last warm rays of sun. All day he tried to improve my knife-throwing skills but I just couldn’t get the hang of it so after hours we decided to make our way back to the camp. While walking down abandoned paths, listening to the birds chirping and singing their last songs for the upcoming night Peter suddenly stopped and reached out for my wrist. I immediately stopped my movement and looked back at him. His directly looking into my eyes used to make me nervous, but now I was used to it, his dark green eyes had a soothing impact on me.
“Is something wrong?” I asked him, a frown flashing over my face.
He made a long pause before answering my question. I could see a million thoughts crossing his mind, still he remained silent. I couldn’t quite grasp the looks he was directing my way, but they seemed like they involved some kind of softness. Maybe softness in his twisted and barely comprehensible way but I could sense that he cared for me. And it was confusing me, big time.
“No nothing wrong.” He claimed.
“You don’t have to lie to me, Pan.” I teased him, I knew he wanted to say something, but he just chuckled and directed his view straight ahead.
“We should get moving, it will be dark soon. And we wouldn’t wanna miss the bonfire the boys are making in honor of your three years stay on the island right?” He pinched my ribs and carefully shoved me forward.
“Of course not.” I said ironically, rolling my eyes at him for distracting from his thoughts on the situation. It would be far more interesting to tickle the words out of him, than watching a bonfire I could see every day. But we moved forward and remained pretty much silent the rest of the way.
If somebody asked me to determine my relationship with Peter I wouldn’t know what to say. Ever since I arrived on this island three years ago, Peter and I would fight with each other. I would never listen to his stupid orders (they were really stupid) and he would always go after me finding a way to punish me (like letting me rot in a cage for two full days, I’m still not over that) , but somehow we both enjoyed this game and we always found our way back to each other. But I guess this fire and willpower I showed towards him ever since and also the fact that no matter what he did I have never shown fear of him, I guess this is what he truly likes and desires about me. He never wanted an obedient minion, running after his orders, he needs a girl to challenge him. And here I am, always confronting and mocking him and his reign. But we also had pretty intimate moments, where we just listened to each other or not talk at all, where we didn’t even have to talk for us to understand what the other wanted to say. We’ve spent hours sitting side by side at night by the glowing bonfire or at our place in the woods just listening to nature. Sometimes he would also put his arm around me and stroke my hair until I fell asleep. So yes I felt a deep connection to him, but it never turned out to be more than friendship. At the beginning, when he brought me to the island, he stole my breath every time walking by. I could not take a breath without having to think about him. He made me nervous with his good looks and badboy attitude. But after all these years I gave up the hope of him falling for me. I’ve gotten over it and used to the situation, accustomed myself and earned his respect as a good friend.
About half an hour later we finally arrived at the camp, I could already hear the cheering and laughter and music from far away. Felix was the first one to walk up to me.
“y/n! Feels just like yesterday I welcomed you to Neverland. Gotta say, hoped Peter would banish you after a couple of months. But you’re still here.” He said cynically, giving me a tight hug. “Well what can I say? I hoped to slaughter you right away, but hey! Here you are still alive, making jokes.” I teased back and we both started laughing. Just then I caught a glimpse of Peter’s expression. Felix was still hugging me and he seemed to disapprove. “Well anyway…” I started and let go of Felix. “Why don’t we go see the other boys.” I said, sending him ahead. I looked Peter straight in the eyes but he immediately looked away. I pushed away the upcoming thoughts and acted like nothing happened.

I was so confused by his reaction the other day, it left me sleepless at night. Was he really starting to fall for me? Hopes kept coming up but I decided to forcefully push them down, which didn’t really work out so well. Anyway, so what? What if he really fell for me it would never work out, he had to keep his cold-hearted image up and there was no place for me by his side when he had to rule a kingdom. Days later the last bit of my hope was crushed when a newbie arrived at the island.  
She introduced herself as Wendy. Her name had a certain ring to it, as sweet as candy. And so was the girl. Blonde, long, curly hair was falling down her shoulders and she came across as innocent and helpless as a bird stuck in a tree branch. Let’s say quite the opposite of me. And she flung herself at Peter like there was no tomorrow. Whenever she could she called for help. Or even better, she screwed up and pushed all the blame on me. Once she was shooting an arrow like right at a Lost Boy’s face, I was the one to jump at her and redirect the arrow, which was hitting the tree trunk right next to the boys head. She then would scream out that I had leaped at her deliberately, trying to kill her. Because no one has seen us and because (how else could it be) I had my hunting knife in hand Peter and the Lost Boys didn’t believe me.
But that’s not close to everything she tried to make me look like the bad one: she accomplished to intrigue most of our missions to conquer the fairy’s camp on the other side of the island, because she twisted her ankle and couldn’t walk, so Peter (of course him) had to carry her. The killer was she stated I had pushed her. Poor fragile thing, she was really not made for the life in Neverland. But she managed to keep Peter busy all day by her side and he didn’t even seem to disapprove. He seemed to enjoy her foolishness and her servility, he felt acknowledged and admired and he really seemed to enjoy it. He also seemed to enjoy to blame every bad thing that happened on me. Over the time I became redundant. I seemed to have no purpose in Peter’s life anymore. He stopped training me and we stopped our walks into the woods. I felt like he had forgotten about me completely, so I started distancing myself from him. I couldn’t bare the thought of the two together, couldn’t watch how he would look at her and how she would adore him and take his hand. I skipped dinners with the Lost Boys, couldn’t find any sleep at night anymore and I spent more time outside the camp borders than inside of them. I started to feel abandoned and even Felix couldn’t change that, he tried several times to talk to me, to understand me, but there was no quite feeling that could compare with the one Peter gave me when he listened, so I shut myself out.
One day I arrived at camp after hiding in the woods for three days and spending the nights crying over my cruel fate. I sneaked into my tent as quietly as possible, trying not to wake anyone. Just as I entered I noticed a dark figure lurking on my bed. I immediately drew my knife and directed it towards the stranger.
“Are you out of your mind?” Peter asked in a low but still threatening tone of voice. As soon as I recognised his voice I lowered my knife.
“I could ask you the same question! What the hell are you doing here?” I asked angrily.
“I was waiting for you to choose to finally return to my camp.” He said condescendingly.
“What do you even care? Isn’t your head all filled up with fluffy thoughts about miss Wonderland?”
“I care because I care about you! Don’t you get it y/n?! I was scared that something had happened to you! I had all lost boys scan the woods for your stupid ass! I haven’t had a minute of proper sleep these couple of days, I was terrified to lose you and you have nothing better to say to me than what I think about Wendy? I hope this is a damn joke! ”
Peter was furious, he wouldn’t stop shouting at me.
“Well what the hell was I supposed to think?! You spent every free second with that stupid bitch and stopped caring about me and now that you decide you suddenly want me back in your life I’m supposed to fall to my knees and thank you for it? I’m not gonna embarrass myself in front of you Peter! I’ve been running around the last years, heart on my sleeve and you never even showed me a glimpse of affection. You’ve done enough to prove to me that you have found your significant other in someone else, so cut the crap and tell me right in my face how you feel about her.”
“You know how I feel about her? I feel so lucky to have her and I care about her so much that I just locked her into the cage where we hold our fugitives. And I locked her away so safely that she can never escape.”
“Wait, hold on! You did what?!”
“I brought her to the island and made her feel safe by my side so I could eventually lock her away. You have no idea why I brought her here in the first place. She is precious prey for the Storybooke gang to come get her and deliver me the heart of the truest believer right into my territory. You have no idea what the hell is going on! This bitch is dangerous she could have us all killed so I decided to invest all my energy in trying to make her fall for me.”
“Then why the hell didn’t you tell me? I could have helped you going through with this plan, instead you shut me out of your life like I’m nothing? You might have not loved her but you still didn’t seem to disapprove so much of having to spend time with her. I don’t get it Peter, you say you care about me but all you do is giving me the cold shoulder. So tell me now what’s going on?”
“Are you really asking that question right now? I told you nothing to keep you safe! I was protecting you from getting hurt, and you’re seriously asking me what the hell is going on? I care about you more than I ever cared about anyone in my whole life y/n! You are the only person I can talk to and everything I did was to make sure that you’d be safe! Don’t you notice my reactions when you talk to Felix? It’s because you are mine and mine alone, nobody should be holding you in his arms except for me. I knew you would get hurt when I went through with this plan, but it was better than letting you die in a war with Wendy and the fairies by her side. I wanted to protect you because you’re everything that counts for me.”
I said nothing, I was so overwhelmed by the words Peter was throwing my way. Was it really possible that he felt the same as I did all this time? I just couldn’t say anything anymore and I was even more speechless when moments later Peter grabbed my face and pulled me into a passionate and tender kiss.
“I love you y/n , that is what’s going on.”

this is a very long one, but I haven’t written anything in a long time and this request just boosted my creativity. Hope you like it just leave a comment or message behind if you like! and special thanks to anonymous who left this incredible request behind for me, hope you like the way it turned out! xx BlueSuitStrawberry 

Starry Night

Originally posted by stanvelvet

Joy x Reader

Request: Hi there, Can I request a stargazing scenario with Joy and Girl(reader)? Where they are both stressed out by work and stuff, so Joy decides to take her and her girlfriend to go stargazing.

“How much farther, Sooyoung?” Out of breath, you continued hiking up the rather tall hill. When you had arrived home from work, you had expected to relax on the couch, not walk around for hours in the woods outside the city.

Before you’d even had a chance to take off your coat, Joy had said she had a surprise planned for tonight and then proceeded to walk out the door.

“Just a little farther. We’re almost there.” You were surprised your girlfriend wasn’t as out of breath as you were. Then again, she was an idol; she was in great shape.

“I think it’s a bit unfair that I’m the one suffering the most, since this was your idea.” You huffed. “Where are we even going? It’s dark out, we can’t even see anything.”

Joy gave you a mischievous side-glance. “You’ll see.”

“I just hope you’re not taking me out into the middle of nowhere to kill me.” You joked. “I said I was sorry about your vase.”

Joy snorted. “Don’t worry, Y/N. That’ll come later.”

You laughed nervously. You knew she was kidding, but you wouldn’t put it past her to get her revenge some other way. That vase you had broken had been very expensive and very dear to her, and you knew she wouldn’t forget it any time soon.

You continued to follow Joy, stumbling a couple of times along the way. After about 10 minutes, you both reached the top of the grassy hill.

About time, you thought to yourself. Looking around you could see the top of the hill was rather wide. Surrounding the hill, there wasn’t anything but woods. The lights of the city twinkled in the distance.

“Joy, what are we doing here?” You turned to face her, expecting her to be standing right behind you, but instead there she was, carefully laying out a blanket on the grass. Once she was finished, she sat down on said blanket, patting the empty space next to her with her hand. You sighed, but obliged.

“So, we came here to sleep? Is that it?” You grunted as you plopped down, leaning back to lay on the blanket. “We walked for hours to sleep on the ground? Sooyoung, you know I’m really busy these days! As a matter of fact so are you! I have things to do, you have things to do. If I wanted to sleep, I could have slept in my bed, which happens to be at home!”

Beside you, your girlfriend was silent, simply listening to your outburst. Once you were finished, she slowly slipped her hand into yours.


“Sooyoung, I’m seriou-“

“Y/N, just look up.” Her soft but stern voice broke through your state of frustration, snapping you out of your worried thoughts. You looked at her and she looked back, eyes calm despite your earlier words. Sighing, you did as told and turned your gaze upwards, into the night sky.

Away from the bright city lights, the sky was littered with stars that were usually not visible. They twinkled brightly, and right then, away from civilization, it seemed as if they were shining only for the two of you.

You let out a breath.


“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Joy’s hand squeezed yours tightly. “My dad used to bring me to this place when I was younger. I figured I’d bring us here, help us relax you know? We’ve both been working so much lately.”

“Sooyoung…I’m sorry for before.” You said softly. “I’ve just…been under a lot of pressure at work.”

“It’s okay. I understand.” You brought your intertwined hands up to your lips, pressing them lightly against the back of her hand in apology.

You both stared up at the sky, enjoying the view in comfortable silence.



“I love you.”

“I know.” She stated matter-of-factly. You chuckled.



“I love you too.”

MAYEM: Just Like Me - Pt. 12


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He was glad they didn’t both end up splattered against the wall first thing.

Snowdin’s forest was peaceful. Dark. The town’s lights glowed in the distance as Gaster followed the others outside, looking around.

…he looked towards his double, a little terrified, and signed, I’m going to die.

He was being melodramatic, maybe, but it felt very, very appropriate a reaction to have at that moment.

Sans wasn’t in the forest at the moment, he was out at Grillby’s, finishing up his second dinner for the night and heading out to begin the trek home when he noticed the disturbance.

He looked up at the woods, frowning a bit.

It was time to head home. Papyrus would want his bedtime story, soon. But–

Fuck. He couldn’t just leave things uninvestigated.

He took a shortcut into the woods, walking behind Grillby’s and walking out the other end at his sentry station.

He didn’t like shortcutting too close to… weird things. He’d walk the rest of the way.

Gaster tried to give his double a reassuring smile and squeezed his shoulder again before signing to all of them, ‘Stay here. I’ll go try and find Sans to explain.’

He opened his prompt and scanned for a moment, finding a decent enough distance away from the other Sans before closing it again and turning to teleport as well. He stepped one way, vanishing only to step out from behind a tree not too far away from his son’s double.

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“I didn’t mean to…” (Closed RP)

It had been a long time since they had been able to just go out and explore. Kat was constantly going and playing in the woods, pouncing off trees as she ran. But, why go alone when you could bring your best friend instead. Plus, they could both just run in the forms they loved - Katherine in herr panther form and Anti in his true, wolf form.

‘C'mon bro-bro! This way!’ she exclaimed, attempting to lead him to a beautiful clearing she found. He probably had seen it before seeing as he was much older, but it would still be a pretty sight nonetheless.

She noticed a few closed bear traps as she ran through and assumed they were older, thinking nothing of it since she was too caught up in the excitement. What she failed to realize was one very important thing for them.

It was hunting season.

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Motel Sprites: Part 6

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“Dean!” Sam called out, diving to grab the hook anchored to the top of the table. With all the movement going on, all he could see was the hook slipping from where it rested in a crack in the worn wood grain.

With one tiny person swinging on a thread and brandishing a knife at him and another one appearing on the table and diving towards the edge, Jacob balked. His hands remained under the one who was climbing, but only just, as he focused for a moment on the other. Tiny hands, perfect imitations of the much larger hands of a human, gripped the little fish hook so it wouldn’t lose its purchase on the edge of the table. A fish hook.

“No way,” Jacob muttered, watching the little person for a moment before turning his gaze back to the other one. This guy had a glare on his face that couldn’t be mistaken no matter how small it was.

The little knife glinted in the light as the man swung back and forth on his thread, and Jacob realized they didn’t look much like the sprites he knew. Aside from the climbing, they both had bags hanging on their shoulders, and their jackets looked closer to human design than wood sprite. He did a double take between them, lingering on the hook to make sure the little guy on the table wasn’t about to drop it or go tipping over the side.

Finally, Jacob tilted his head to get a better look at the one who determinedly held a knife out while clinging to the thread with only one hand. That by itself took the kind of strength that most wood sprites simply didn’t have. Jacob eyed the little hand, but then noticed the texture of the jacket the little guy wore.

“Is that leather? ” he asked, one hand moving up from where it hovered a few inches under the little guy. He kept it out of range of the tiny knife, like he was guarding a candle. When he thought he had an opening, he brushed a fingertip over the back of the jacket before backing off again. He didn’t want to upset his balance.

Jacob was baffled and fascinated all at once. “Well, you’re not wood sprites, that’s for sure.”

“What are you–” Dean didn’t know what to react to first. He swung his arm defensively backwards, where he’d felt a large finger graze his jacket. “Do I look like Tinkerbell?!”

The action of trying to strike at the offending hand sent his thread swinging in a new direction. Up above, Sam’s grip tightened on the hook as it threatened to slip from its spot. “Dean, stop moving!” he called down in warning. If the hook fell, Dean might not get hurt, but he would definitely get a one-way trip into the human’s hand. That… would end badly for one of them. Maybe Dean, maybe the human if his hand got sliced to ribbons by Dean’s silver knife.

Dean returned his hand to the thread to anchor himself, his boots pinching the thread for stability. He’d given up on any hope of progress while under such scrutiny. “Unless I’ve got a set of wings I never noticed, wrong friggin’ guess, Godzilla!” he snapped in annoyance.

Dean is just… in the worst place for an argument here XD

Let us know what you think is going to happen! More to come soon!

ok but like? griffin mcelroy’s style of DMing has taken so much pressure off the thought of DMing. i mean i could have npc’s just being like ‘yo dude, sup’ and it will be totally fine. players totally fuck up the a to b of a quest and get lost in some woods? just make up some random shit monsters and call it good. bs the fuck out of these games yo, don’t worry about npc’s talking all fancy. just fuckin go for it

Unhealthy Moons

Aries: The Aries moon has a lot of conditioning to do. Aries is like a child that needs to be constantly reassured and nurtured. Unhealthy Aries moon lacks emotionally maturity. They tend to be agitated, confrontational and also very vulnerable. They have an “angry” cry. Unhealthy Aries moon doesn’t see the importance of active listening, they completely disregard the other person’s feelings. They can also make themselves seem like a victim—again going back to that “child” complex. Struggles with identity are also highlighted

Taurus: Unhealthy Taurus moons have very BAD coping mechanisms. Keyword is indulgence but over indulgence. You tend to have an abundance of what’s not good for you. This can be alcohol, food, sex, compulsive buying, drugs, etc. They also are pessimistic. They can’t see a good and does absolutely nothing to change it. They just sit and let the fire just burn them. Unmotivated to do anything but also can get heavily attached to their “values” whether it’s people or again, their mechanisms etc. The biggest indication of an unhealthy Taurus moon is their lack of wanting to create or curate art. This sign is very in touch with expressing and spreading creativity. When that is hindered, they feel less of value. They tend to demonstrate poor budgeting skills and will become unresponsive to their environment

Gemini: Unhealthy Gemini moon is a bit tricky. Again mutable moons are usually very adjustable. But an unhealthy Gemini moon is one that is too sporadic that it’s hard to comprehend their needs. They can be very isolated which causes even further agitation. Also, they are constantly stressed. Unhealthy Gemini moons are very insecure when it comes to their worth and the validity of their ideas. On the other extreme, a Gemini moon may be too “happy” (happy isn’t the best word but close enough) that they just do things without thinking. Spending way too much money or just being out of touch with reality. This can hinder their rationality skills. 

Cancer: Unhealthy cancer moon lacks balance. They can almost be “stuck” in the past and refuse to push forward. They constantly victimize themselves and has a poor ability to communicate with their partner or those around them. Hindrance in creativity is also noted.  They find too much refuge in the home so they can be a “failure to launch.” Overabundance in comfort can be manifested into lethargic behavior. Unbalanced emotions also can lead to outbursts and saying things they don’t mean. 

Leo: Unhealthy leo moon lacks the intuition and drive to create. They are unsure of their talents, can be very needy and latch onto people. Constantly needs reassurance that it can drive them into a state of inactivity and lack of worth.They can make things about themselves than those around them. There is a sense of disregarding other people’s needs and all around being unrealistic and having unrealistic expectations. There is also an “obsession” with how you look. You want to please people TOO MUCH that you lose who you are in the long scheme of things.

Virgo: Mercury dignities in the moon placement is always a call for self destruction. Unhealthy Virgo moon lacks the ability to comprehend their emotions which manifests into anxiety and frustration. Also, poor structure and low self esteem. You will rely too much on organization that it only stresses you out further. Unhealthy Virgo moons don’t know how to phrase how they feel to others and will feel that it is a lost cause. Poor self care methods = bad health. Can have constant stomach aches. 

Libra:  An unhealthy libra moon really struggles forming authentic and proper partnerships. They can be really self deprecating, they may even do this to get sympathy from others. They thrive on pleasing their mothers specifically despite a strained relationship. They can get very stress induced when the ppl they try to please dont reciprocate. by return, they can act shallow and disregard others. on another flip, they can be very stagnant and use ppl for their own gain, their own pleasure, their own need for having ppl around them (libra moons NEED partnerships). They can lament about relationships when tbh half the time they are ones at fault–almost like a self sabotage.

Scorpio: Unhealthy Scorpio moons can be a bit selfish. They need others to comfort them but will simultaneously push them away. They might be too paranoid to open up to others bc of the fear of being incriminated or manipulated. They, too, lack emotional maturity. Their wounds may be too deep for others to understand so they just sit, mope around and wait for death. Sounds over dramatic but that’s exactly what an unhealthy Scorpio tends to operate or act. Again, they disregard people’s needs and may victimize themselves too much. Worst thing of all, they may not even realize it. They can be repulsive, pessimistic and lonely. 

Sagittarius: Unhealthy Sagittarius moon can be very resistant and almost stubborn to understanding other people’s perspectives. they feel they are the most correct and like other people said, unhealthy sag moons can be TOO dogmatic. They like to be “free” and this idealization of freedom can get in the way of reality and being practical. they always fight for their own cause without being realistic about it. unhealthy sag moon can evolve into extremist behavior. Since they are fire, they may use “force” to voice their beliefs and make them become widely accepted. too much independence and self centrism can make it difficult for connections to flourish.

Capricorn: Unhealthy Capricorn moons are scared. they can be really isolated but on the lowest of keys, thrive for some emotional comfort and security. believe or not they can have outbursts and show anger/frustration. i mean how can they not when they feel “lost” in the world. They may not be in control and that can terrify a cap moon. Not being in control means no framework holding them together. “just going with it” scares a cap moon and this can turn into bad behavior, reliance on substances etc. Like we will see in an aqua moon, unhealthy cap moons may despise and get frustrated by feeling “small” in the world. They can be heavily pessimistic and do nothing to change it. Capricorn is the architect–when they no longer want to build or create, they have hit rock bottom. They may feel like they have nothing left to “fight” or strive towards. They can ruin their connections with others bc of frustration. Again, very self deprecating and rather be left alone despite NEEDING guidance

Aquarius: Unhealthy Aquarius moons are said to be “very detached” but that is not entirely true. They actually become too chaotic. They can become too extreme, completely disregard ppl’s feelings, and may even act out to get ppl to care about them and what they stand for–to see how integral they are in the world. When air moons get going they REALLY get going. Again, aqua is air so there is nothing keeping them stable. their emotions can be so consuming that eventually it makes them NUMB. They can get lost easily, lose sense of purpose and destroy all their connections. Unhealthy aqua moon will drop everything and just immerse themselves in the fucking woods tbh. They will lack worth, lose common sense and completely shut down. there is no longer clarity. 

Pisces: Unhealthy Pisces moon lose their agency. They can get too raveled by how other people feel. they will feel like a lost cause; extreme loneliness and they will lose all sense of wanting to create and heal others. Unhealthy pisces moon might get attached to substances or anything that can take them to a different realm. they will lack clarity which can get them or others hurt. also, they can get very tensed, easily strung up and may not even be able to make sense of it. As a last resort, unhealthy pisces moon will look for some type of salvation; look for some type of spirituality that can be offered by people who have bad intentions. The unhealthy pisces moon can eat their souls away. 

Jack’s really released some fantastic content on his channel this year, hasn’t he?  Here are just some examples:

- He made the Bro Average video, which was not only a clever tribute but also introduced a great character with his own story arc.

-  He played A Normal Lost phone, where he said some really important things about sexual entitlement, as well as taking a serious look at some of the issues trans people can face.

-  He gave us his first drum cover, which was just freaking awesome.

-  He orchestrated last summer’s Antipocalypse, a fun event carried out over multiple platforms that engaged the community.

-  He’s demonstrated his incredible voice acting skills in playthroughs like Night in the Woods, Dream Daddy, and Kindergarten, not to mention even making voice guest appearances in games themselves.

-  He’s done several livestreams where he’s interacted directly with the community, sharing his personal thoughts on a lot of different subjects.


And there are just of ton of other specific videos and series I could mention here, but if you go back and look through his uploads, you’ll see a lot of really fantastic content.  In fact, I’d encourage you to do just that!  Let me know what some of your favorite videos/series are that have come out of Jack’s channel in 2017, or feel free to comment/expand on any of the things I’ve mentioned above.  :)

Witchcraft Does Not Have To Be Pretty

We’re 21st century practitioners. We mix the craft with our lives. I love going out into the woods and making things in nature, or lighting candles and putting together spells, but I’ll be the first to say, 95% of my witchcraft isn’t pretty.

I blast Imagine Dragons when I talk to my deities.

I’m usually making spell sachets while watching The Office.

I do EVERYTHING in my yoga pants and college sweater, because who wears real clothes at home?

And idc if Practical Magic is just a movie, I will quote that shit until the day I die.


he said it made him feel the most special he’d ever felt, that we were the last people on earth, cause it was just us. they’re together, in that moment. i still wanna feel that one day.

It's not murder if they're dead

I’m DMing a oneshot in a spooky village. At night the village is vibrant and alive, but during the day the townspeople become terrifying undead. A dracolich rules and flies around by day, but at night masquerades as one of the townsfolk. It’s basically a whodunnit, but the murderer is a terrifying draconic beast. 

Paladin: So we should probably just kill all the townsfolk, right?

Rogue: Oh yes absolutely.

Warlock: That seems like the most logical way to flush the creature out

Barbarian: Makes sense to me 

Ranger: I mean if you guys are down with it, I am.

Me: …..alright, I’m sure at least ONE OF YOU is good aligned! 

The whole party: THEYRE ALREADY DEAD!!!


Later, in the woods…

Rogue OOC: So wait… If everything on this island is technically dead… does that include the wildlife?

Me: Well yeah, but as long as the sun is down they’re regular squirrels and birds and stuff

Rogue: Then I’m going to stab EVERYTHING. Finally, a murder spree without consequences!

Seaside Sabbatical (M)

Summary: After an accountant in your firm is sent to prison, you are assigned to clean up the mess he left behind. Sorting out your clients’ disastrous business records proves beneficial when you meet the fisherman who teaches you the value of taking a break.

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 11,145

Warning: Fisherman!Jin, Accountant!Reader, sexual themes, oral sex, profanity, discussion of taxes, terrible fishing jokes, unnaturally high levels of wish-fulfillment

Series: Working Man Bangtan

A/N: This has enough wholesome fluff to give me a cavity, but it just felt right. Pardon the cheesiness, as there was no way to avoid it in this type of fic. Hope you enjoy!

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Je T’aime, Mon Cher Eddie

For @time-for-tozier who came up with this idea, I hope you like it!!

Eddie watched as the clock’s minute hand moved towards the number 12, making a ticking noise as it wet round. He was so fixated that he jumped when the bell rang, the cue for people around him to pack up and leave the room.

He slammed his yellow note book shut and shoved it, and his pencil, into his backpack, before running out of the classroom to meet up with the other losers.

He sprinted down the hallways, bumping into several people and nearly tripping twice, before he reached the door. He swung the door open and walked to the bike rack around the side of the school.

“Hey Eddie,” Ben called to him as he walked over.

“Hey guys,” Eddie took in the positions of his friends. Mike was sat on the ground, fiddling with his bike, it kept breaking. Ben was sat on a bench about a meter away from the bike rack, a book resting open on his lap. Beverly was sitting on her bike seat, hands already gripping the handlebars as if she was in a hurry to go. Bill and Stan were stood next to each other, however, Eddie noticed, much too close to be considered normal. And Richie, well, he was being his usual self. He was hung upside down on one the metal bannister of a nearby stair case, dark hair brushing the ground.

“Eds! You finally arrived!” Richie near shouted bouncing his way back over to the group. “Can we go now?”

The losers collectively rolled their eyes and grabbed their bikes, climbing on and cycling towards the woods.

Their was a field there that they had claimed as their new hangout. It was completely secluded and surrounded by trees. In the spring, the ground was covered in daisies, Richie loved it, and prided himself on making “the best daisy chains in Derry”. In the Summer and Autumn, the grass was green and soft. And in the Winter, the Loser’s decided to just hand out at each other’s houses instead, with the careful avoidance of the Tozier, Marsh and Kaspbrak residences.

They were all laying on the grass. Beverly had her head resting on Ben’s lap as he sat cross legged playing with her hair. Stan and Bill were laying shoulder to shoulder, Mike was spread out like a starfish, and Richie was resting his head on Eddie’s stomach.

They were peaceful.

“Richie, I couldn’t help but to notice that you were in my French class this morning.” Bev spoke up, breaking the silence.

She knew there had to be a reason behind his sudden appearance in the class. She knew that she took it so that one day, when she was old enough, she could move to France and never look back. She knew that Stan’s parents wanted him to focus more on his religion. She knew that Ben was already fluent in the language and didn’t need to take a class. She knew that Bill found it too hard because of his stutter. She knew that Mike and Eddie simply didn’t want to take the subject, seeing no reason for it.

So what was Richie’s reason?

“You take French?” Eddie chuckled, sitting up. “Since when?”

“Well, obviously since this morning dipshit. I already know how to say some stuff. Such as,” Richie cleared his throat. “Ta mère aime ça dans le cul.”

Bev’s head shot up. “Beep Beep Richie.”

“W-what did he say?” Bill asked.

“Do you really want me to tell you?” Bev whined. The rest of the group, bar Richie and Ben, nodded. She sighed. “He said “your mother likes it up the ass.”

Groans of “Richie”, and “really?” We passed around as Richie smirked.

“Hey Rich? Do you know anything that’s not rude?” Eddie asked.

“Umm yeah,” Richie replied. “Eddie, tu as de beaux yeux.” (You have beautiful eyes)

“What does that mean?”

“Ahh, my dear Eddie Spaghetti, that is a secret.”

“Don’t call me that. Bev? Can you tell me what he said?” Eddie asked Beverly, who was staring at Richie with a strange look on her face. She stared for a few more moments before turning to Eddie.

“Sorry Eddie, I don’t know what he said.”


The next morning Richie bounced into school with too much energy for 7am on a Tuesday.

“Good morning, mes petits choux.” He smiled, leaning his chin on Eddie’s head.

“Richie, if I may ask, why did you just call us ‘your little cabbages’?” Ben questioned.

“I did it because I felt like it.” Just then the bell rang for class.

“Um, Richie? Can I talk you you for a sec? In private?” Beverly asked. Richie nodded, he loved the girl like family, they both dealt with similar issues in their home lives. “Do you like Eddie? You know, as in like him?”

Richie blushed. “No, where did you get that idea?”

“You’re always hugging him, you never stop staring at him, and yesterday you told him, in French, that he had beautiful eyes.”

“You said you didn’t understand what I said!”

“Well I lied, I guessed that you didn’t really want me to tell him, otherwise you would have simply said it in English.” She sighed. “Richie, what’s the real reason you started taking French class? You know I’m not going to judge you.”

Richie sighed. “I’ve been dealing with so much at home and then I come to school and he,” Richie leant back against the wall. “He makes me feel safe, and, I dunno, loved I guess? I just wanted a way to tell him how I feel and explain what’s happening at home. But it was way too painful to say it all in English, so I thought it’d be easier to tell him in another language.”

“Oh, Richie.” Beverly wrapped him in a hug. “That’s so sweet.” Richie gave her a half smile, and they began walking to their first class, which happened to be French.


Eddie was just dozing off when he hears the taps at his window. At first he was scared that it was a leper, or a murderer, but he was assured it wasn’t when someone spoke up from behind the glass and curtains.

“Eddie? You awake?” Eddie pushed he covers off and got out of bed, he walked over to the window and opened the curtains.

The person at his window was Richie.

“C-can I come in?” Eddie could see the tears making their way steadily down Richie’s cheeks. He pushed the window open as quietly as he could and Richie clambered in.

“Rich, are you okay? What happened?” Instead of the answer Eddie knew he wasn’t going to get, Richie clutched him in a hug, openly sobbing.

Eddie guided Richie over to his bed and lates him down so that Richie’s head was resting above his heart. He never got answers, but he knew how to calm his best friend down. He liked listening to Eddie’s heartbeat, to confirm he wasn’t alone, and he like it when Eddie ran his fingers through his hair.

That’s exactly what Eddie was doing when Richie stopped crying and mumbled something.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t catch that.”

“Je t'aime. S’il te plaît, ne me quitte jamais.” (I love you. Please never leave me.)

Richie fell asleep soon after that, Eddie had no idea what the sleeping boy had said to him.

Over the next few months, Richie refused to stop talking in French whilst around Eddie. Beverly noticed he would constantly be blushing whenever Richie spoke the foreign words, in a thick accent. All of the Losers agreed that it was The only good impression Richie Tozier had ever done. During these months, Bev had to put up with Richie’s constant pining for Eddie.

She would always catch him calling Eddie a ‘magnifique petit tournesol’ (gorgeous little sunflower) or telling Eddie that he ‘avait l'air si mignon dans ce pull’ (looked so cute in that sweater’. He even said ‘Mon Amour.’ (My love) a few times

She was fed up of it. She knew without a doubt that Eddie had the same feelings towards Richie. So, during their 5th period geography class, Bev gave Richie a stern talking to.

“You need to tell him.”


“Eddie! You need to tell him how you feel! I’m like 99% sure he reciprocates your feelings.”

“Yes Bev, but what about the 1% hmm?” Beverly rolled her eyes, they spent the rest of the lesson in silence.

A few weeks passed and Richie and Eddie found themselves alone at Loser’s Meadow, as the gang had dubbed it, watching the sun set.

“Eddie, I’m about to ramble in French and you just need to listen, you don’t need to understand.”

Eddie furrowed his brow. “Oh, okay.” He secretly loved it when Richie spoke French, however, he’d never admit it.

“Vous ne comprenez pas un mot que je dis en ce moment, et honnêtement? Je pense que c'est une bonne chose.

(You don’t understand a word im saying right now, and honestly? I think thats a good thing.)

J'avais besoin d'un moyen de pouvoir te dire ce que je ressens sans que tu me détestes.

(I needed a way to be able to tell you how i feel without you hating me.)

Parce que je sais que tu ne m'aimes pas en retour. Qui pourrait m'aimer de retour? Je suis un morceau de merde sans valeur.

(Because I know you don’t love me back. Who could love me back? I’m a worthless piece of shit.)

Vous voyez, vous n'avez absolument aucune idée de ce que je dis. En ce moment, tes joues sont d'un rouge vif avec combien tu rougis, et ton sourire n'a jamais été aussi beau.

(See, you have absolutely no idea what I’m saying. Right now, your cheeks are bright red with how much you’re blushing, and your smile has never been more beautiful.)

Tant que je continue à sourire et à parler, ce regard restera sur votre visage. Je ne veux jamais que tu arrêtes de sourire.

(As long as I keep smiling and talking, that look will stay on your face. I never want you to stop smiling.)

Ok, maintenant pour la vraie merde.

(Okay, now for the real shit.)

Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime depuis que nous avons neuf ans. Vous avez toujours été mon refuge, pour les nuits où il n'est pas sûr de rentrer à la maison, ou j'en ai fini avec le monde.

(Eddie Kaspbrak, I have loved you since we were 9 years old. You have always been my safe haven, for nights when it isn’t safe to go home, or I’m just done with the world.)

Vous êtes la seule personne à qui je fais confiance. Sauf ça. C'est la seule chose que vous ne saurez jamais, parce que je sais que vous ne ressentirez jamais la même chose.

(You are the one person I trust everything to. Except this. This is the one thing that you’ll never know, because I know you’ll never feel the same.)

Je t'aime Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime.

(I love you Eddie Kaspbrak, I love you.)”

Eddie giggled. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Oh, um, just a very detailed description of your mom’s vagina. I can retell it in English if you’d like?”

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie said whilst laughing, as Richie sat admiring him, a wistful expression on his face.

A few days later saw Richie climbing into Eddie’s window at 3am with a bust lip and a black eye and tears streaming down his cheeks.

Without having to ask, Eddie pulled him into his bed and wrapped his arms around the crying boy. Richie wouldn’t stop muttering something in French until he fell asleep.

“Je t'aime.” Eddie made himself a promise that he’d look those words up as soon as the library was open tomorrow.

As soon as Richie left the next morning, Eddie pulled on a Red sweatshirt, one of Richie’s that he’d left behind years ago, and some shorts. He ran out of the house, making sure to kiss his mother goodbye before he left, and raced to the library.

He walked in and asked the receptionist to point him towards the ‘languages’ section.

He grabbed himself the first French dictionary he could find and flipped straight to the ‘T’ chapter, he already knew that ‘Je’ mean ‘I’.

Eddie gasped when he read the meaning. He dropped the book, causing a loud thud, and ran straight for the exit. He clambered back onto his bike and sped down the streets. He knew where Richie would be. The out of use highway bridge. He would always go there on a Saturday to smoke, listen to The Smiths and get away from his Parents.

Eddie threw his bike down as soon as he arrived, taking a puff from his asthma inhaler. “Richie?” He called out.

“Eddie?” He looked up to see Richie sat on the bridge’s ledge, feet swinging backwards and forwards. Eddie began to run up the hill towards the dark haired boy, whilst said boy stumbled down towards him. They met halfway.

“Eds, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting your mother or something.”

“Je t'aime aussi.” Eddie stated, not even bothering to tell Richie off for calling him Eds.

“What?” Richie looked unsure of what he’d just heard.

“Je t’aime aussi.” Eddie took a breath. “I love you too.”

Richie wasted no time in pulling Eddie in by his waist, connecting their lips. Eddie fisted his hands in the collar of Richie’s shirt. They pulled away a few moments later, in need of air, and rested their foreheads together.

This felt right. This felt like home.

Our group currently consists of a half-orc fighter, a wood elf ranger, a genasi wizard, and a gnome barbarian.  we’re also known for bumbling into high-level boss fights and generally causing a ruckus.  in our last session, they wound up in a room full of treasure with a centaur mummy laid out on a slab

DM: as you touch the door, the mummy begins to rise.  He says, “You may not–”

Ranger: Can I get his headpiece after we kill him?

DM: “Oh…I was just going to tell you not to touch the door.  But sure, let’s get right to fighting”

Us: Uhhh

Barbarian: Wait! -offers him a sugar cube from her hand-

DM: Well, he takes it but he’s still going to fight you

Barbarian: I offer another sugar cube

DM: you’ll have to roll persuasion for that.  What’s your modifier?

Barbarian (OOC): literally zero but okay -rolls 16-

DM: Okay, so he starts to–wait, where did you even GET sugar cubes?

Barbarian: uhh…the town

Everyone: -completely losing it-

DM: you know, what, I’m going to allow it because you managed to bluff not only the boss but also me

You’re MY Girl Pt.1

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Request from @jyttoaudios: I was wondering if u could make a smut where you and tom are friends with benefits and he gets all sensitive over the fact that your starting to see someone and it leads to to a lil angst and a lil sum sum us know what I’m saying hmmmmm

A/N: hopefully you enjoy Pt.1 xx- Mikayla

[Reader’s POV]

    Rolling over you get out of the bed quietly. Picking up your phone and unplugging it off the charger. Bending down you pick up a shirt slipping the article of clothing on. Looking back at the bed, your longing gaze breaking as you exit the bedroom. Your feet padded against the flooring slightly as you headed towards the stairs. Memories of last night flashed through your head sending a throbbing sensation down to your core.

   Yawning and stretching your arms as you made it down each step slowly. Your body exhausted from the night before. Tessa’s tags jingled made you look over. She was standing on the couch now looking at you. A happy smile on her sweet face. Walking over you press a kiss to her head and rub her ears. Seeing a happy Tess when you woke up always made your day.

   Tessa jumps off the couch and follows you towards the kitchen. Clicking the power button on your phone to see it’s twelve thirty. Turning on the coffee pot you lean against the counter. Your hip slightly digging into the counter which you regretted quickly. A twinge of pain makes you stop leaning against the counter and lift your shirt up.

   Your skin was tinted purple with long bruises from where Tom’s fingers were last night. The skin sensitive and dark in some areas. A loud sound comes from the coffee machine indicating the coffee was ready. Moving your coffee mug you grasp the handle and pull it out of its home. Pouring the hot liquid in the cup your phone starts ringing loudly.

   Putting the coffee away you reach to grab your ringing phone. You were afraid the sound would rise upstairs and wake Tom. Almost dropping it out of quickly grabbing it you let out a sigh of relief when it doesn’t fall. Hitting the green button you raise the phone to your ear. A smile on your face after you saw who was calling.

“Good morning, you still on for today?” He asks as you reach for the dog food. Placing it on the counter you grab Tessa’s bowl.

“Yeah, I’m at a friends house so I’ll have to go home and get ready for tonight” Filling up the bowl you see her waiting by her water bowl. Tail wagging happily as she awaits her food. Setting it down you pat her head and she starts munching away.

“I bet you’ll look gorgeous no matter what” his voice was deep from him probably just waking up. He’s the one you’ve been calling when you couldn’t talk to Tom. It was hard just being friends with benefits with Tom. You wanted a relationship aspect.

“Oh stop it Leo, you’re such a charmer” you giggle taking a sip of your coffee. The caffeine rushing through your system to wake you up. The two of you had plans to meet at a coffee shop to just have a relaxing date. Coffee was perfect because you had to work on a term paper that night anyways. If you had tea you would want to wind down and procrastinate longer on your assignment.

“I can’t help it you’re absolutely stunning, I don’t know how anyone can pass you up” he chuckles making you smile. You couldn’t help but blush at what he says.

“Alright well I’ll see you soon okay?”

“Later love, see you soon” the line ends with a beep as you set your phone down on the counter. Tessa barks loudly making you turn around to see Tom walking over shirtless and in sweatpants. Your eyes traveling down his body admiring his abs.

“Good morning love, you’re up early” Tom grins sleepily walking towards you. Reaching up he runs his fingers through his tousled curls. His bicep flexing as he did that motion. Tom is irresistible with that body of his. Placing your mug by the sink it clinks against the countertop.

“I have plans today, I needed coffee to wake myself up even more” you explain as he gets closer to you. Backing you against the counter with nowhere to go. The feeling of your heart beating faster and faster started making you uneasy.

“I thought we were going to spend the day together since I’m back in town?” the warmth of his hand against your cheek was soothing. Leaning your face into the skin of his palm you let out a sigh.

“Well I made plans before you came back, I’ll be home for you tonight isn’t that fair enough?” it was unfair that you had to revolve your plans around him. You were the one always having to wait for him to come home. With this friends with benefits situation and adding that he’s a celebrity made it feel like a one way street.

“You always spend the time I’m here with me an-”

“I have to go get my stuff so I can leave” Brushing past Tom you head back towards the stairs. He smelled heavenly and you needed to leave as soon as you could. He was too damn tempting for your own good. That’s probably why you go back to him all the time. You just couldn’t stay away.

  Walking into Tom’s room you see your clothes littered across the floor. Your heels were on separate sides of the room. Not even remembering how they got there. Taking off Tom’s t-shirt you pick up your dress off of the floor. Slipping it on you then pick up both of your heels. Putting them you groan realizing this looks like a walk of shame.

   Rolling your eyes because of how it looks you grab your purse that was at the foot of the bed on the ground. Grabbing it you take a cursory glance of his room. Just to see if you left anything. Leaving the room you make your way down the stairs. Your heels clicked once they made contact with the wood flooring when you reached the bottom.

“Have fun on your date” Tom’s voice comes from around the corner. Turning the corner you see him holding your phone. The screen lighting up with notifications on the screen.

“You didn’t go through my phone did you?” snatching it out of his grasp you see Leo’s name on the messages. Your eyes scanning the messages quickly checking he didn’t say anything. You were pretty sure Tom didn’t know your password.

“That you two are meeting at our spot? No I didn’t go through your phone but I did answer it” your eyes widening at what he just said. He could have said something to Leo and you have no clue what it could have been.

“Fuck you Holland..” you grit pushing him away from you. His bare chest firm under your palm.

“Well you did last night.. Might I add you weren’t complaining either” his cocky smirk plastered on his face. You wanted to slap it off so hard, your hand was trembling by your side.

“I can’t believe you’re acting like this.. It’s like you’re envious Tom” the tone that voice had was flat as you glared at him. He rolled his eyes crossing his arms, biceps bulging when he did that.

“I’m am not.. Who is this guy anyways?”

“I don’t have to tell you anything Tom.. I’ll see you tonight” taking your car keys off the hook you leave his house. Closing the door a little harder than normal you take a deep breath. Making your way across the street you walk down the sidewalk towards your car.

   Pulling your glasses out you put them on. Unlocking your car you get in and take off towards your home. Your phone was ringing but you just ignored it. At the moment you didn’t want to talk to anyone because of how frustrated Tom made you feel. All the time it was an array of emotions.

“I can’t believe he answered the goddamn phone” you mutter to yourself as you turn the corner and proceed down the road. Your phones loud ringing makes you emit an annoyed growl. Reaching over you pick up your phone off of the seat.

“What is it Tom, I’m not going back to your house for a -”

“Uh love.. It’s Leo is everything okay? So you really were at a guys house?” his question making your heart drop. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid.

“I just crashed at his place is all, I got too drunk to drive home” you lie gritting your teeth after cause lying was the thing you hated the most.

“I’ll see you at the coffee shop later, just wanted to check on you after what he sa-”

“What did he say?” the sound of your voice rose a bit from your nerves. You hated every second of what’s happening at the moment.

“That you stayed the night with him in his bed”

“Of course he would say that” you huff out resting your phone on your shoulder as your cheek was pressed against your phone. The position keeping it in place as you made your way home. You normally had to drive around for a while before going home. Paparazzi loved to follow you around and it was fucking obnoxious. Sadly that’s what you get for being in any proximity of Tom.

“I’m sorry what he said Leo, we just go way back and Tom’s a little asshole alright?” quoting Mackie as you get out of your car once it’s in park. Leo says his goodbyes before you hang up the phone holding it in your left hand.The gravel next to your driveway crunched under your heels as you walked towards your front door. Fishing out your keys from your purse you put the key in the lock.

   Turning the key you twist the handle opening the door. It creaked as the door moved with you walking inside. The heater doing it’s job welcoming you into warmth. Today was a chilly day in London and you were glad your heater wasn’t broken. It had a tendency to break when you desperately needed it the most.

    Your dog comes walking up to you with a happy bark. Kneeling down you ruffle her ears. Her spotted tongue sticking out from the side of her mouth. Pressing a kiss to her head you stand up and walk to the kitchen. Pictures of you and Tom from when you first became friends were around your house. Especially the ones of the events you went to. Along with your family you had photos with Tom’s family.

    Picking up Kayley’s water bowl you hold it under the sink as you fill it up. Her tags jingle making you look over. She was jumping up and down, her long tail wagging in excitement. She was a year older than Tessa but bigger due to being a Rottweiler mix Lab. The two of them were best buds whenever you would have Tessa over to watch her if Nikki couldn’t.

“C’mon love let’s go to the closet and pick out an outfit for tonight yeah?” after you set her bowl down she follows you upstairs. Kayley of course made it up the stairs first as always. She sat at the top waiting for you to make it up the stairs.

   The lighting of the coffee shop was dim thankfully. Your migraine had grown over the span of time that you were home. Tom was trying to lure you back to his place. All he wanted was a hookup and today you just wanted to be with Leo. Locking your door you one more time you turn and head towards the doorway.

   Opening the door you head inside the cozy warm building. Shrugging off your coat and slinging it over your arm. Looking around your eyes scan the room for Leo. His dark hair was the first thing you saw. Leo’s eyes met yours and a smile raising to his face. His smile infectious as one rose to your face. He truly is a handsome man with his ocean blue eyes. Those eyes that made you feel as if you were drifting out to see the longer you looked into them.

“Hey love, can you believe the weather outside?” his accent thicker in person than on the phone. Setting your coat down on the chair at your table you give him a peck on the cheek.

“I’m honestly glad I brought a jacket” realizing it’s a jacket Tom bought you instantly making you mentally face palm yourself. The barista keeps looking over at you making you uncomfortable. She knew you came here with Tom often.

   As time went by the more and more you found out about Leo. Sure you two have been talking for two months but now you seemed to find out even more. He told you about the adventures he went on when he traveled last summer. That was one of your favorite things, traveling. You wish you could’ve traveled with Tom but his manager didn’t want people getting the wrong Idea.

   Which made it harder for you because you fell for Tom. Feelings took over and destroyed your thoughts on being friends with benefits. You never truly knew how Tom felt about you so you just kept letting that arrangement continue. The longer Tom was away the more you felt alone. That’s a big reason why you started trying to find someone. When you finally met Leo you thought things could change. After today you knew it was going to end badly.

“Now what was it that you really wanted to talk about, you said you needed to be honest with me about something” Leo hands you your coffee that he ordered for you. Earlier you sent him a text of what you wanted.

“I wanted to explain more about earlier and why I was really at Tom’s house”sweat started to form on your palms. Nerves were kicking in on how you were going to explain this. Praying to God he would understand everything.

“So you took him to our place and in our spot?” the familiar voice making you freeze in your spot. Your eyes wide seeing Leo’s facial expression turn into confusion. Looking back you see Tom in a black coat and his curls slightly messy from the wind. His fingers run through them smoothing down a bit.

“What do you mean by our?” Leo questions raising an eyebrow looking between the two of you. Before you could say anything Tom has a smirk on his face. That damn fucking smirk.

“As in her and I come here, this is our spot and you coincidently choose our spot before she came here?”

“Tom stop it now, go home I said I’d see you later and now is not later” you huff standing up so you’re now looking up at him. Some people looked over and some had their phones out. The last thing Tom needed was drama being started.

“So this is the famous Tom Holland” Leo says bluntly standing up from his seat. You looked over at him questioningly because you never mentioned Tom’s last name.

“Yeah I am.. Oh darling.. You forgot these in my bed last night” Tom reaches into his pocket pulling out your red lace thong. A gasp leaves your mouth as you snatch them out of his hand. Reaching for your purse you put them in there. Your cheeks were flaming from embarrassment.

“Is that what you wanted to tell me about? That you’re sleeping with him?” Leo’s tone was flat as he looked down at you. His figure was a bit taller than Tom’s so you felt like he was towering over you.

“Are you mad she was calling my name out last night and not yours?” Tom sounded so smug as he brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek. Tom’s lips press against yours in a quick kiss. Your hands naturally going to his face , his jawline against your palm. Tom pulls away from the kiss , his fingers still holding your chin. Looking over you see Leo looking pissed off at the two of you.

“ Why you lil-” Leo lunges at Tom making your fight or flight instincts kick in. The name that comes out of your lips surprises you. Stepping in front of Tom, Leo’s fist ends up hitting you instead. A whimper of pain escaping your lips as Tom pulls you into his arms.

“I-I’m so sorry” Leo looks panicked as he sees you rubbing the sore spot on your shoulder. Tom’s arm rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. All that was happening you were shaking like a chihuahua.

“Ever come near her again and you won’t like what I will do, got it?” Tom grits out at Leo, his body tense as you leaned against him.

“If I would have known you were whoring around with him I would have never considered dating y-”

“Get the fuck out of here before I beat the fuck out of you for hitting my girl” his voice lashed out at Leo making the coffee shop go silent. Leo mumbled something before taking off towards the entrance.

    Looking around there were people with their phones out. The barista comes over telling people to please put their phones away. She sticks her arms out standing in the way blocking people. Tom’s finger lifted your chin so you’d look up at him. His eyes looked concerned as he gazed down at you. A bit of your heart shattered as you looked at him. Your chance of a normal relationship just went out the door.

“C’mon darling, let’s go home.. We need to talk about things”

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smut for pt. 2 

Originally posted by dynode