i love the last sentence

Can you believe that Phyllis used to be that midwife that blended into the background and used to get teased by the other midwifes. She is honestly the purest and kindest person ever - she openly talked about her relationship with a man outside of marriage, she supported trixie through her alcoholics anonymous, she broke sister ursulas rules for the greater good and most importantly she found out that patsy and delia were lesbians and didn’t out them or cause them any problems and helped delia when she was most vulnerable, despite the fact that being gay at that time was a big no-no. Phyllis crane you really are a sort of angel.

anonymous asked:

if you haven't done this yet, top five serves in haikyuu?

I’m….so weak for all the serves tbh 

1. Oikawa. Ah, nobody serves the way you do, baby and I’m so here for people being absolutely dead inside and outside before during and after his serves. He truly is the most beautiful and I think that this particular one from the last Karasuno vs. Aoba Johsai match could really be my favorite. But also, every Oikawa serve is my favorite Oikawa serve so there’s that

2. Yamaguchi. This moment. I cried all the tears I’ve got in my eyes and I wanted to run on the court the same way Noya and Hinata tried to do. It was so epic and it meant so much for our little Yams. A person who always felt behind everyone, the only first year not on the starting line, who’s not so good at anything and yet was able to trick with his killer serve one of the best liberos in Haikyuu. And not only him. That happened with Nishinoya too during practice. I can’t even find the words to describe how endlessly proud I am of him :’)

3. Semi. “I want to show my abilities. This desire is too strong. Although I know that the current Shiratorizawa does not need such a setter, this desire is un-containable. But, when I’m serving, I am free.” Like, damn. Semi is honestly so badass and he reminds me of Suga on so many levels. It doesn’t matter that he’s not the official setter anymore, no one could ever dare take his desire to fight away from him, and he will. He’s untamable and I love him so much

Originally posted by tobjo

Plus that tongue thing he does before serving really makes me feel…things

4. Kageyama. Same as Oikawa (I mean he’s his student, after all), every time Kags serves is just mesmerizing to watch

Originally posted by mintsky-a

Originally posted by mintsky-a

Originally posted by sairenji

Sorry for the spam it’s just that I could really watch him serve on repeat for the rest of my life and be quite happy with that

5. Bokuto & Iwaizumi aka my favorite aces…missing their serves ٩(ఠ益ఠ)۶

Originally posted by kkenma

(You thought I wouldn’t find a way to put Bokuto even in this top 5. Jokes on you.)

- Bonus: BUT there’s just one, true person that deservers the most iconic Haikyuu serve award. And that person is…HINATA SHOUYOU (…mmmh watcha say?)

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I tell people all the time that they should keep a journal, even if it’s just, ‘I had a terrible day today and I don’t want to talk about it, love Stevie,’ or 'I dreamt last night…’ Even if it’s just three sentences because at the end of five or six days, you would have created a habit and you will find that over a month that you have a whole story growing. Whether it’s just for your own memories, so you can go back at any age, or if you are a writer or a singer, or some part of the creative business. You can be creative, anyone can be creative if they want to, you just have to want to.
—  Stevie Nicks, Musicians In Tune, 1992.

I’ve been craving for this to happen, especially since Yona let go of her hairpin. This type of character development, from Hak’s part, was actually quite foreseeable; but I’m even happier because it’s thanks to Yona and her strong determination that Hak begins to seriously question his behavior and is willing to make efforts to free himself, just like Yona did.
So yes, it seems to me that his grudge against Soo-Won is slowly cracking apart. However, don’t get me wrong, I don’t think it necessarily comes with forgiveness–and I believe it’s not the point here anyway. I’m just glad that Hak is progressively getting rid of what was fueling his self-destructive blood lust.

I really love the fact that the last sentence of the Harry Potter series is “All was well.”

The whole series, 7 books, full of problems in Harry’s life and then in the end it’s like: EVERYTHING IS FINE, HAHA LOL

I just think it’s funny.

anonymous asked:

Wonshik. At first, it was just his looks. Boy is gorgeous. Cute, sexy AND handsome. But then I really admire the way he looks out for the other members? I noticed it first with Leo. The younger members were teasing him and Ravi stopped them from crossing the line into ‘too much’. He is good with N. He teases but he also accepts and returns N’s affection. He plays with the ‘maknae line’ as much as keeps them in line (tries to..) and his love for his sister is epic. Anyone that boy loves is lucky.

he’s so cute and his heart is made of fluff and heart shaped glitter ♥♥♥

Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 4 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 5,487

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here! l Read Part 3 here!

And he asked te question he needed to be answered more than anything “There’s no (Y/n) and Dean, they are just friends… aren’t they?

“Baby, what is it?” you frowned, tilting your head to the side “Why are you asking me all these questions now?”

“I just- I figured there were some things I wanted to hear from you, some things getting complicated with Dean… and his role, and Sam so I just… yeah.” he pursed his lips, frowning at himself when he realized that sounded so not convincing.

“Is it about Sam or… Jared?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and his frown only deepened.

“Jared?”

“Baby, if you still are jealous over the scenes we have I- I seriously don’t know what to say, now. I thought I’d done enough to show you how much I love you, I didn’t know you still doubted yourself so much about it.” you whispered “But- but if I have to say this all over again, every single day of my life then I will. Jens, you know he is my best friend, he is like a brother to me and quite honestly there is no man on this Earth that could ever make me feel the way I do about you. There is no man that I could love more than you, baby.”

“He’s… a great guy. He’s literally perfect.” he breathed out, not entirely meaning Jared but rather his own brother “I wouldn’t… really blame you.”

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The Rules: Post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words!

I was tagged by sweetheart supreme, @nikki-66

The last sentence I wrote was: 

This was a monumental act for her, giving the dwarf not only the benefit of the doubt, but the keys to the kingdom. 

(Omg, 23 words… Better get to tagging. O_O)

I now tag/annoy (and feel free to ignore if so): 

@amell-on, @bearly-tolerable, @pazithigallifreya, @cassandrapentayaaaaas, @ellstersmash, @liaragaming, @tel-abelas-mofo, @i-dont-even-like-elves, @ripplesofaqua, @shannaraisles, @redinkofshame, @thebakerstboyskeeper, @aveline-the-dragon-slayer, @ameliadoesaninternet, @queen-among-writers, @danyoftarth, @rawrzimon, @theanimangagirl, @fadedforyou, @into-the-fade, @fadekhat, @ma-sulevin, and of course, @momma-dread-wolf :D

damage || park jimin (i)

Park Jimin x reader

Summary: Subject to harsh judgement and hate from the media and fans, sometimes the comments that come with dating Jimin are too much for one person to handle.

Genre: Angst

Words: 2128

I’m sorry 

part two

Originally posted by mvssmedia



“What are you looking at?” Jimin’s voice from the doorway startled me into slamming my laptop shut, my breath quickening.

“Ah,” I forced a smile onto my face, putting a hand to my chest, “you scared me.” He moved further into the room, his eyes not leaving my face.

“Y/N.” He said, not ignoring how I avoided his question. I sighed, my smile slipping away.

“Nothing, Jimin.” I turned away from him, looking for my phone. The bed dipped as he sat on it, but I didn’t look at him until he said my name again.

Y/N.” His eyes were sad as he took in my face, scanning over my features. I fiddled with my fingers in my lap, not trying to stop him as he reached for laptop and opened it, turning it towards him so he could read what was on the screen. He sighed, his eyes closing in defeat as he saw the comments open on my twitter mentions. He shut the laptop, pushing it away and moving closer to me, his expression pained.

“Baby…” he started, but I stopped him with a wave of my hand.

“No, Jimin, it’s fine.” I gave him a small smile.

“It’s not fine.” He frowned and shifted so he was next to me before putting his arm around me and pulling me into him. I buried my face into his neck gratefully as he rubbed up and down my arm, squeezing me to his side. “You mustn’t listen to anything they say.” He whispered, his lips brushing the top of my head. I nodded into the fabric of his sweater, biting my lip. He held me tightly against him and pressed a kiss to my temple, his voice rough.

“I’ll make sure they stop.”

But they didn’t.

The comments by fans and journalists only seemed to get worse, and countless times Jimin found me upset by them, eventually making me delete my twitter account. It was hardest when he was away on tour, or for some other project, and I was alone. I knew none of it was his fault; he tried his hardest to stop the comments, and to be with me as much as he could, but it was his job.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve this.” He would whisper into my salty skin as he wrapped me up, sheltering me from the rest of the world as best he could. But it wasn’t enough.

Time and time again the words would find me, and slice into my heart and my head, marking the insults on my skin for everyone to see. I didn’t want to let them hurt me but I couldn’t stop them from doing so, hoping their effect would dull over time but feeling every insult as sharply and as keenly as the first one. And no matter how many times I told Jimin that it wasn’t his fault, that I knew what I was getting into when I started dating him, and that I loved him, I could see it was tearing him up. I couldn’t stop him from blaming himself.

It was after a particularly unpleasant encounter with a fan on the street that he finally reached his breaking point, storming away from the scene.

“Jimin! Jimin, calm down!” I cried as he pushed into our apartment, fuming. He tore off his jacket, pacing the room and running his hands through his hair. I moved closer to him, reaching for his hand and rubbing it gently. “Baby, calm down, it’s okay.”

“No it’s not!” He shouted, ripping his arm from mine, his eyes blazing, and I took a step back. “It’s not okay!” He slammed his fist against the wall, creating a loud crash that made me wince, my eyes widening. He leant against the wall, his chest heaving. Just as I began to approach his bent figure, he whipped around and turned to me again.

“How can- how dare they do this to you?” He hissed. I knew he wasn’t angry with me, but it was still terrifying to see him in this state. “I mean, they’re my fans, they’re supposed to love me. But no one who loved me or cared about me would ever behave like that to you, of all people.” His voice lowered from a shout to an unstable mutter, delivered through gritted teeth. “You’re the most important person in my life, I mean, I love you.” He muttered the last sentence, and I was alarmed to see tears in his eyes when he looked at me, though his brows were still furrowed and his jaw set in anger.

“Jimin…” I whispered, moving towards him cautiously, almost in tears myself.

“No.” He stopped me before I could reach him, waving a hand. “I can’t, I-I have to be alone for a while.” He whispered hoarsely, moving quickly to pick up his jacket.

“Wait, no, Jimin wait. We have to talk about this.“ I started, frowning.

“I’m sorry, I love you. I’ll be back tomorrow.” He whispered, reaching forward to hurriedly kiss my forehead, before turning and walking out of the door. I stood, stunned and confused, a tear falling down my cheek as I was left alone.

I stayed up late into the night, huddled on the couch under a blanket, not wanting to go upstairs in case he returned home at any point. I was on edge, picking at my nails and tapping my foot as I itched to call him. I decided against it, trusting him, but my nerves remained constant.

What the fan had said to me hadn’t been horrific, but it was the last straw for Jimin; I had been forced to drag him away by his hand before he did something he would regret. I hated the thought of him beating himself up for what happened. All I wanted was for him to come back to me, so we could find comfort in each other, like we always did.

But like he had said, he didn’t return until the next day.

I was awakened suddenly from my restless sleep on the couch by the front door opening, the soft click of the lock echoing through the silent house. I immediately sat up and stood as Jimin entered. His movements were slow as he kept his eyes down, quietly taking off his shoes.

“Jimin.” I spoke, my voice hoarse. His head whipped up, his eyes meeting mine and taking in my figure before they lowered again. He quietly shut the door and I walked over to him.

“Jimin, are you okay? What- what happened?” I asked my voice shaking, but he still refused to meet my gaze. I reached for his hands and was shocked when he pulled them away from me, out of my reach. He seemed different, his usual aura of comfort absent and his movements closed off, and I immediately felt unsettled.

“Y/N…” He sighed. He looked up, his eyes red-rimmed. “Sit down. I need to talk to you.”

I wondered if I had done something wrong as he sat on a chair opposite me; he was almost unrecognisable without his usual desire to be close to me. My thoughts were running wild, taking in his shaking hands and red eyes, and his inability to look me in the eye. He didn’t speak for a long time, and I eventually grew frustrated.

“Jimin, what is going o-“

“I’m breaking up with you.”

It was barely a whisper, but I heard it sharper and clearer than I thought I had heard anything in my life. My heart immediately dropped to my stomach, all the air leaving my lungs.

My breath caught in my throat as I tried to take a breath, echoing the words he had just said to me over and over in my head. I felt dizzy, running through everything I could have done wrong, and praying it was some sick joke. I struggled to form a coherent thought, my throat closing up.

“W-what?” My voice was so soft I’m surprised he heard me, but as his face creased in pain, I knew he had. I swallowed harshly, my head spinning.

“Did I… do something?” I asked quietly, tears brimming in my eyes, and he immediately shook his head.

“No, no, no. You didn’t do anything, I promise.” He said quietly before looking down at his hands. “This was all me.”

His words caused something to click in my head, despite my disorientated state, and I immediately frowned.

“Jimin, if this is about what happened yesterday, it wasn’t your fau-”

“But it’s not just yesterday is it, Y/N?” He cut me off, his voice raising before he shook his head and returned his gaze to the floor. “The things they say to you,” he started again, his voice much softer, “they say them every day. And no matter how many times I tell you they’re lying, I can see it’s hurting you, so don’t even try and deny it.” A tear fell down my cheek, my lips trembling.

He ran a hand over his face, closing his eyes and taking a painful, shaky breath.

“You experience so much hurt, because of me. I can’t…” he looked up and met my gaze, his eyes shining, “I can’t let that happen anymore.”

I sat in silence, trying to process what he had just said, anger and hurt rising me. I forced down the wave of emotion bubbling up my throat, shaking my head and meeting his eyes.

“You’re breaking up with me… because you want to stop me from hurting?” I asked him bitterly, almost laughing as my eyes brimmed with tears once again. “Do you realise how stupid that sounds?” He sighed, wringing his hands in his lap.

“It’s for the best…” his calm and quiet voice contrasted wildly with my sharp and loud voice. I clenched my jaw, wondering how he could be so blind to my feelings towards him that he could believe that.

“The best for who?” I asked furiously. “You don’t think breaking up with me is going to hurt me?” His pained expression did nothing to halt my words. My lip quivered. “I can tell you, Jimin, you breaking up with me will hurt a hell of a lot more than anything they say ever could.” My voice broke as tears began to slip down my cheeks. He said nothing, but only stood looking at me, his face held in agony.

The reality of what was happening set in and I began to cry harder. I tried to calm my breathing as desperation clawed its way up my throat. I needed him to change his mind. I could live with the hate; I could live with the rumours; I wasn’t sure I could live without him.

“Do you love me?” I asked him determinedly. His face crumpled.

“Of course, of course I do.” He whispered, his eyes shining.

“Then what else is there?” I asked, shouting again, but with tears still slipping down my cheeks. He shook his head.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry… but you’ll get over me.” He said hoarsely, meeting my eyes. He looked down again, to his hands now clenching in his lap. “If we stay together, it will only get worse. You’ll keep getting hate until it breaks you, and I can’t watch that happen.” A tear fell down his cheek. He wiped it away hurriedly, taking a deep breath and nodding. “If we break up, you won’t have to deal with them anymore.”

“It won’t make a difference if I don’t have you!” I cried at him, my throat raw as I heaved in breaths of desperation. He looked away and stood up, refusing to meet my gaze. I grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at me. “Jimin, if you care about me at all, don’t do this.” I sobbed. “I need you.”

But this time his face didn’t fold; he didn’t move closer to me; he didn’t even look at me. He set his jaw, his eyes glistening but his face impassive, and began walking towards the door.

“No, no, please.” I uttered, my chest caving in on itself. I stumbled to the door as he slipped on his shoes, his eyes never leaving the floor. “I love you, please.” I wept, trying to reach for him, but he slipped away, always just out of my reach, and opened the door. He looked back at me, his eyes the only indication of how much it was hurting him to do this. He looked back at the floor and took a deep breath. When he spoke, his voice was low and gravelly.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered.

My knees gave way as he shut the door.


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The Phantom of the Opera at the Royal Albert Hall (1/?)

Lot 665. Ladies and gentlemen, a papier-mâché musical box in the shape of a barrel organ. Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes, playing the cymbals. This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order.

Detective Danno Danny Williams - the different shades of being a badass cop

No.1 – Solo Mission (without Steve)

His focus on the target never falters - it’s raw, precise, laser like and deadly.  His instincts as a detective are on high allert at all times. He acts fast, well organized, and effective. He only cares to protect others, never himself. He jumps infront of bullets, knives and fists. He is in full warrior-don’t-fucking-mess-with-this-cop mode. He gets beaten up badly - he is so damn brave. He never ducks, he never gives in and oh boy…he can take punches, but it seems as if he doesn’t feel the pain. He never flinches, he never caves. He only jokes, he spits and fights even harder – tantalizing his opponent with every word so the beating gets worse and he takes it all.

  • Situation 1: Back in New Jersey checking out some drug dealing point, no back-up. Mission goes south, Danny gets heavily beaten, tortured even, Grace gets shot infront of his eyes. He fights back waiting for the first slip in the enemies attention. It’s violance porn seeing Danny fight the way he does in that scene.It’s an absolute beauty to realize he acts so strong and fearless.
  • Situation 2: Prison of Columbia. Danny knows he enters hell. He doesn’t show fear (meanwhile Steve goes apeship back home to find a way to safe Danny.) Danny faces all the guns, the evil grins, the punches. He knows what is waiting for him in there – rape, torture, beating, excruciating pain every day…and he doesn’t give a fuck. He manages to get a phone call to hear Grace’s voice one last time. He gets this piece of heaven, devours it for eternity and waits for his death afterwards laying on floor being kicked and punched, till he passes out.
  • Situation 3: Hostage situation at Grace’s dance night. Danny fights with every fibre of his body. He crawls in confinded spaces, stands oncoming panic feelings, attacks a guy with bare hands, is ready to deal with a whole bunch of armed perps, does whatever it takes to free Grace and all others. Danny only deflates visibly when he finally spots Steve in the crowed after all bad guys are shot, hurt and booked.

No. 2 – Team McDanno

Danny freaks constantly out because Steve only comes up with the most stupid solutions. Those operations always have the same pattern.

(not my pic, borrowed it from the google search)

Danny: “I DON’T WANNA GO!”

Steve: “DANNY! GO!..I LOVE YOU! NOW JUMP!”

Danny: “I HATE YOU” (he jumps)

Danny: “Can you please stop that? I want to die in peace.”

Steve: “Nobody is going to die today, Danny.”

Danny: “There is no exit, this fucking explosion let the whole building crash. We are trapped.”

Steve: “Relax, I will find us a way out.”

Danny: “Leave me alone, there is no exit. If I hadn’t met you I wouldn’t be down here now.”

Steve: “Take a break, buddy. I’ve got you. I’ll find a way.”

Danny: Thats’ your plan? Do you know how rediculous this is? Great, really great, Steven!

Steve: I will figure it out somehow.

Danny: Oh yeah? When exactly? When someone gets to shoot me first? I can’t believe it!

Steve: Relax Danny, relax. I got this. We will be fine.

Danny: “They will kill us.”

Steve: “We are still alive.”

Danny: “They will kill us…”

Steve: “Relax Danny, there is always a way. I’ve got you, just give me time.”


No.3 – The Most Impressive One: Mission rescue Steve

Steve is on a mission - alone. Danny is worried sick, not showing it though and after 12 hours it is clear, Steve is missing and Danny’s worst fears came true. Danny knows his boy is in great danger and in that very moment Danny’s entire being switches into war mode. I can figuratively see how Danny’s muscles swell, how his shirt gets teared apart, his body gets pumped up with a heavy dose of adrenalin. His view changes into a tunnel vision, every fibre of his body has one aim – to get Steve back, alive!

Danny will get back with Steve or he won’t get back at all. All his ohana is of course with Danny. But Danny is prepared to die. He knows the possibility to never see his Grace again is huge. He goes anyway. He has to save Steve. He fights with the columbian army, he deals with SEALS and snatches Steve out of the Taliban’s hand before they can behead him. Whatever it takes, Danny storms right through any barricade to get his Steve back.

And when Steve is safe Danny always has to fight to keep standing on his feet. He waits at Steve’s side until Steve opens his eyes, ready to see a familiar, a beloved face. Danny needs to know, Steve is safe and home. Danny takes care of a hurt, wounded Steve in the most tender way.

Danny is such a badass warrior when he has to be it. He is a secret Avenger, I am sure!

Conclusion

Danny is fearless. He is an outstanding Detective, he grew up on the streets of New Jersey and had to learn to fight his way through his every day life. He jumps right in the middle of danger and beats everyone until his work is done.

When he is with Steve he wants to give Steve the feeling, that he needs him. So Steve can rescue him every single time. Ranting Danny it is actually a very clever psychological move to make Mcgarrett be the hero. What ever happends on the scene, Danny puts his fate in Steve’s hands and Steve always handles it with utmost care. Danny knows his partner needs this feeling to have the control over the situation and he has Danny’s trust.

Besides Danny loves to behave difficult to see how much Steve cares about him. Steve really never snaps at Danny. The only thing that could happen is Danny gets ingored by Steve, completely. Downright left out. Steve doesn’t answer Danny’s questions, doesn’t react to his ranting. At the end? They always have each other’s back and their everlasting love. (I had to write this last sentence…:-))

Pickup Lines
Sentence Starters

  • ❝ Do you have a name or can I call you mine? ❞
  • ❝ Hey, tie your shoes! I don’t want you falling for anyone else. ❞
  • ❝ Your shirt has to go, but you can stay. ❞
  • ❝ You look like trash, may I take you out? ❞
  • ❝ You know the more I drink, the prettier you get! ❞
  • ❝ You know what material this is? [grab own shirt] Boyfriend material. ❞
  • ❝ You might be asked to leave soon. You are making the other women look bad. ❞
  • ❝ Which is easier? You getting into those tight pants or getting you out of them? ❞
  • ❝ Will you marry me for just one night? ❞
  • ❝ What is a nice girl like you doing in a dirty mind like mine? ❞
  • ❝ On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re a 9. I’m the 1 you need. ❞
  • ❝ Roses are red, violets are black, why is your chest as flat as my back? ❞
  • ❝ Save water, shower with a friend! ❞
  • ❝ See my friend over there? He wants to know if you think I’m cute. ❞
  • ❝ You wanna know what’s big? [Pause] My house, you weirdo! ❞
  • ❝ Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you everyone else disappears. ❞
  • ❝ Sorry, I can’t hold on… I’ve already fallen for you. ❞
  • ❝ You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room. ❞
  • ❝ You know, sweetie, my lips won’t just kiss themselves… ❞
  • ❝ Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel? ❞
  • ❝ What are you doing for the rest of your life? Because I want to spend it with you. ❞
  • ❝ Was your Dad a baker? Because you’ve got a nice set of buns. ❞
  • ❝ Was your Dad in the Air Force? Because you’re da bomb. ❞
  • ❝ There is something wrong with my cell phone. It doesn’t have your number in it. ❞
  • ❝ Oh no, I’m choking! I need mouth to mouth, quick! ❞
  • ❝ My buddies bet me that I wouldn’t be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful girl in the bar. Wanna buy some drinks with their money? ❞
  • ❝ Is it hot in here or is it just you? ❞
  • ❝ If you were a triangle you’d be acute one. ❞
  • ❝ If you were a booger I would pick you first. ❞
  • ❝ If I had to choose between breathing or loving you, I would say “I love you” with my last breath! ❞
4

It was probably one of my favourite scenes. Ken pushed me to… he dared me to go to a place of emotional extremity that I think really sells the scene. He said to me at the beginning of the day, he said : “Tom, I know you can do this. And whatever strengths you have as a man, whatever charisma you have, whatever charm you possess, I want you to literally strip it away. Today I’m interested in your vulnerability. I want to see your soul.” — Tom Hiddleston (scene with Odin and true origin of Loki)

tchalla-bossman  asked:

O K 01, 07 from anSgT prompt liSt pleaSe!! Angst me u p :3 ❤️❤️ I love youuuu!

A/N this is pretty terrible tbh… wrote it really fast cuz I didn’t want to disappoint. Hope you like it though!!

Prompts: 

01 -   “Oh please give me a break the only reason you aren’t fighting for us is because you’re still in love with her”

07 -  “She’s the one I give a rats ass about, not you.”


You gripped onto the two mugs. You set one down in front of him, and you held your mug to your lips. You sipped on the tea as you sat down.

“We need to talk.” You started. You knew that you had to acknowledge the elephant in the room sooner or later. And you decided that the time was now.

“What is there to talk about?” Tom huffed as he picked up his mug. He drank, and proceeded to look into the cup.

“You added too much milk.” He seemed ticked off. “Why can’t you do anything right? What is wrong with you?” He muttered under his breath, as if you wouldn’t hear it. You slammed your mug down on the coffee table, careful not to shatter it.

“I would like to ask you the same.” You folded your arms, and quirked a brow at him. He looked at you for the first time today, anger plastered on his face.

“Me? I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me.” He snapped at you, causing you to squint angrily. That was it. You couldn’t handle his ignorance anymore.

“I think there is. You’ve been acting all angsty and off all the time. You snap at me for no reason. You brush me off all the time. You refuse to talk to me for hours. You’ve been acting like I’ve done something wrong. When I’m pretty sure I haven’t.”

Tom stayed silent. He was giving you the silent treatment. You rolled your eyes as you flopped back onto the couch. For the past few weeks, it’s been extremely difficult to talk to Tom. He would always ignore you, or lash out at you. You sighed and rubbed your temples.

“You know… I see it in the tabloids. I see it online. Rumours of you and her. Rumours that say you’re back together. And you’ve done nothing about it.” You commented.

Being the hidden girlfriend of a famous star wasn’t easy. You and Tom had agreed to keep your relationship a secret until you felt comfortable to be in the spotlight. There were articles. Rumours on who he dated. Rumours on who he is dating. And even articles on who he should date. There used to be articles about him and Zendaya, but he was quick to shut them down because he knew you’d get annoyed. But now, there were newer articles. Articles about him and his ex, how they’ve been spotted going out together. Rumours of them getting back together. And comments on how they should get back together.

“You used to shut those rumours down so quickly. You would always post a video or a picture, telling everyone that you’re taken by someone else. But now, you’re not doing anything.”

Tom groaned when he heard your comment. You could practically hear him rolling his eyes as he turned to face you.

“I’ve been trying to tell everyone that I’m taken by someone else. I’ve tried to get my point across but no one believes me. So please do me a favour and drop this?” He went back to scrolling through his phone.

“Oh please give me a break Tom. The only reason you’re not fighting for us is because you still love her.” You spat bitterly. Every time a new rumour surfaced, he would come home and pepper you with kisses, telling you over and over that you were the one for him, and everything online was false. He would hold you in his arms and tell you how much he loved you. Every time, he would say “You’re the only one for me”. Now, there was nothing. When the rumour about him and his ex sprouted, he did nothing. He didn’t tell you how much he loved you. He didn’t kiss you or cuddle you. All he did was pretend that the news never existed.

“I know Tom. I know you love her. I’ve seen the pictures. I’ve read the articles. You’ve been going out with her, there’s no denying that.” You swallowed as thought about the last time you went on a date with Tom. It was three months ago.

“And I know, you sneak out of the house every other night. I know that you go to her. I know that you take her out on midnight walks. I know that you have sex with her. I know that you love her.” You muttered the last sentence. Hot tears had started to spill out. You felt hurt. You felt unloved. You felt the weight of the situation sitting on your shoulders.

Tom sighed. He held onto your shoulders firmly, and looked into your eyes.

“Don’t believe a word you read. Where did you see this? Who told you such a thing?” He said sternly. You gulped. He was trying to cover it up. He was trying to hide the truth. He was trying to make you believe him again.

“Harrison did.” You looked at him in the eye, challenging him to come up with another excuse. Another reason.

“Harrison… that fucker.” He muttered, and stood up, readying himself to leave.

“It’s not his fault. I deserve to know. I deserve to know that you don’t want me anymore.” You were yelling at him. You were so broken. So vulnerable. You gripped his arm, stopping him from leaving. You had to ask.

“What did I do wrong? Was I not good enough? I never asked for much. I never asked for gifts or expensive holidays. All I wanted was for you to love and care for me. Was that too much to ask for?” You were desperate. You wanted him to stay. You wanted him to hold you in his arms. You wanted him to love you, like he used to.

“She’s the one I give a rats ass about, not you. You’re pathetic. You don’t even do anything. You’re not famous. You’re not rich. You’re insignificant. A nobody.” Tom stared coldly into your eyes, no emotion showed. He wanted to break you. He wanted to shatter you so that you’d let go. Your grip on his arm tightened. You were seething with anger. All this time, they were lies. All the ‘I love yous’ and ‘You’re the one for me’. All lies. How could he be such an inconspicuous asshole?

You pulled him closer to you, you were now inches away from him. He tapped his foot on the ground, as if you were wasting his time. What. A. Prick. You lifted your other arm, and slapped him hard on the cheek. The sound produced at the contact rang in your ears. That was a satisfying slap. You took deep breaths to steady yourself.

“Part of me wants to find the right words to hurt you the way you hurt me. But the larger part of me tells me I shouldn’t. It’s telling me stop wasting my time on a deceitful man. So get out! Get out of my life if you’re that desperate to!” You shoved him as you spoke. You pushed him towards the door. God you wanted him out. You opened the door and sent him out of the house.

“I don’t ever want to see you ever again Tom!” You screamed at the man who now looked a little guilty. You slammed the door shut, bits of paint chipping off the doorway. You didn’t care, for you had just sent the love of your life away. You sat down, leaning on the door. You bit your lip as tears trickled down your cheeks.

“Goodbye Tom. I will always love you.”

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