yet i love you at the same time

Into You (8/?)

Summary- Where Tom is kind enough to share his new ideas for you little game.

AN- Just gonna try and do one more chapter, who knows it may turn out good and then if it’s alright I might carry this series on, simply because it’s my favourite one I’ve written so far.

ALSO please don’t be scared to talk to me! I love getting random messages and stuff! And please inbox me if you wanna be in the tags for this series OR my permanent tag or I’ll forget to add you.

PART SEVEN  REQUESTS  PROMPTS

You hadn’t heard anything from Tom. Not a text, phone call or some indirect comment to the press. Nothing, and to be honest that’s what made you want his attention yet again. You didn’t like being throw away, whilst he was clearly enjoying his time with his new ‘chick’.

Yet at the same time you didn’t care he was with someone else, because he always came running back to you. Plus, it was brilliant watching him practically burning with jealousy whilst watching you leave with someone else. Of course, you’d much rather be leaving with him too, but for now Darren would do…

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anonymous asked:

I binge watched Doc Martin on Netflix this weekend. Can you suggest any fics (or tags) where dramione is like the relationship between Martin and Louisa?

Hello! I love Doc Martin. It’s a pretty good show with a snarky, inappropriate yet somewhat lovable doctor and his loving yet long suffering girlfriend turned spouse. Most Dramione stories follow the same kind of dynamics with Draco being snarky, pratty self and Hermione loving him but at the same time exasperated.

I can recommend a couple of stories.

Release Me by lexiatel- T+, one shot

After the war, Draco becomes a Healer. His home life stinks. His work life stinks. Pretty much everything just stinks.

Til Death Do Us Part by writerspassion18- T, 15 chapters, complete

Marriage proposal accepted? Check. Marriage license applied for? Check. Divorce from your first husband filed? Not exactly…

A Date by Proxy by AnneM.Oliver- M, 37 chapters, complete

Hermione was bored & wanted something new. She changed jobs, her hair, her clothes, and now she was about to do something completely “UnHermionish” & go on a blind date! She just wondered why her blind date was with her new boss, Draco Malfoy. Romance.

If these stories don’t have what you want let us know!

- Wynken

mystic-astro-trash  asked:

PICKING A BIAS IN ASTRO IS SO HARD OMG 😭💜 but if I had to actually pick one I would say Rocky because he can sing, rap, dance/choreograph, and is masculine yet such a softie at the same time 😍😍

great minds think alike,,, ((’:

I love how passionate and dedicated he is to music/dancing! He’s seriously multitalented to the highest degree (!!!!!!!) and like you said - one second he’s a cute lil bub, and the next he’s a rude lil sh*t smh

Originally posted by hwxngmingi

ily: i love you

ilysm: i love you so much

ilysmichbilysmifligtaliomymmnbyammcrccahgmbcykmcfl: I like you so much, I can hardly breathe. I like you so much, I feel like I got thunder and lightning inside of me. You make me nervous but you also make me calm. Real calm. Calm almost how god must be calm, you know, Mylene? Calm from loving. 

student stereotypes
  • the "general step-mom": very organised, does things ASAP, constantly reminds you of the work you need to do, loves to say i told you so when your stupid ass keeps on postponing said homework until it's almost too late, also checks in to make sure that you managed on time. quote: "have you started on the homework yet?"
  • the "head-in-the-clouds genius": never knows what the fuck is going on, doesn't come to most classes, always has to get reminded about homework and deadlines (repeatedly for the same thing as well), always manages to pass all the exams with pretty high grades in the end. quote: "homework?????? what homework?????"
  • the "duty-bound procrastinator": knows exactly what the fuck is going on, does nothing about the things that need to be done, always finds something else to do instead, feels anxious for postponing all of it, does everything the last second and says it's never going to happen again (a lie). quote: "fuck, homework. i'll, uh, start right after i finish with this movie marathon."

don’t u ever get self conscious about how you sound over the phone? yeah I’m looking at you unknown

I was a mess
with tattered
pieces of me,
scattered all around
my fragile body.
When you came
and stood in front of me,
you gave me a hand
and helped me to stand
with my own feet,
you said I was
a beautiful scar
that needs curing,
a stunning sun that
was crowded with gray clouds,
a moon that was blinded
by little shining stars.
I let you hold me for a while,
until I finally found myself
healing and falling in love.
When you came I realized
one thing that made me
glad and sad at the same time,
that a person can heal you
with their genuine heart,
yet there’s no assurance
that they will catch you
when you fall
for them so hard.
—  ma.c.a // When You Came, I Thought Love Was Meant to Last

the true beauty and the beast ‘gay moment’

  • “who needs her when you’ve got us?”
  • “it’s never going to happen ladies”
  • “I’m not done with you yet” - “me neither”
  • LeFou looking dreamy and biting his bottom lip when Gaston says “picture it LeFou (…) adorable children running around while my love rubs my tired feet”
  • LeFou’s dreamy look turning into a frown the second Gaston adds ‘but what does Belle say?”
  • the whole Gaston song
  • “LeFou you’re the best. How is it no girl has snatched you up yet?” - “I’ve been told I’m clingy, but I really don’t get it” + the Look
  • the nose boop
  • the dance with Stanley at the end

basically pretty much all the lefou scenes were gay because he’s gay af it wasn’t even subtext it was obvious and subtle at the same time goodbye

i love being a katie stan because once in a while you’ll get content like her telling someone to answer “Completely fuckable.” to a tweet asking how to describe her, yet at the same time we know shit about her, not even her birthday

The last three years have been one hell of a ride. A lot can change in three years. When I first started this blog almost every single thing about my life and internet life in general was different. Charlie wasn’t here yet and I wanted to make a big spectacle of it. That was part of a larger complex I was dealing with at the time. Everything had to be a show, even my own name wasn’t real. But despite all the mistakes I have made I think I had one saving grace and that was my love and excitement to be a father. I’m not part of the same family I was back when I started this journey, hell, I don’t think many of you are even aware of half of what has happened. I just wanted to share my thoughts and my experience with being a dad to a group of people that I know have love and care about me and charlie and our story.

In the last three years I lost my fiancee, lost my baby, and a whole lot more. The first year I spent without seeing my daughter was the hardest. I tried my best to be good enough for her, for my fiancee, and for everyone around me and everything sorta came crashing down and I had to reevaluate who I was and who I wanted to be for the future. I’m going to skip a lot of the boring details but here I am, 2016, healthy, both emotionally and physically after dropping a massive 180 pounds and as it stands it looks like I will be holding sole custody of my daughter and nothing in this world makes me happier.

She’s been with me for the past year and a half now, I’ve done my best to refocus my life and my desires into giving her the best life possible and being the best dad possible for her. But hey, pictures are worth a thousand words so I’ll leave you guys with some pictures and just a friendly reminder that just because everything is going bad doesn’t mean everything is going to stay bad forever.

I miss you.

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.

I have this sad, longing want for you. I thought that it was gonna get better as time went by. I thought I would be fine and you would just become a distant memory. Yet again, I was wrong; like how I was wrong for ever letting myself fall for you.

I’ve spent every single day listening to the tiny voices my head, taunting me with the “what if"s. So faint, yet the pain all the same.

I want to hate you. I want you to feel the agony and the sadness you’ve caused, but… I still love you, and I want you to be happy. From what I have seen; I guess you are now, with her.

I hope that one day, I would be able to get over you. What we had was so beautiful, so luminous. Unfortunately, it burned quickly before our very eyes.

—  3 am thoughts; i am still very much in love with you
When the sky
gets dark
and the moon
starts to appear
raise your head
up high
and look
for the lone star
up above
your reach.
We may be
distance apart
yet I’m always
looking for you—
hoping that
you’re searching
for me too.
—  ma.c.a // We look at the same star, At the same time
Promises

This is definitely my favourite moment from episode 12 because both Victor and Yuuri are just so precious in this?

Look at this beautiful boy who declares he’ll win just so Victor could kiss his medal. He just wanted to retire but how could he when Victor says he failed as a coach? He’ll skate one more year and he’ll win this time ok.

But then as much as I love Victor’s ridiculous puppy eyes (same Victor, same) his answer is just so perfect because honestly, Victor’s main goal was to make Yuuri confident in his skills and to help him get the best score and the whole time after Yuuri beats his record he’s so proud and happy and Yuuri saying he wants to stay is everything he wanted to hear and yet he demands more. 

Victor, how long have you been thinking about competing with Yuuri while still coaching him? Because it looks like he already calculated all the risk and despite he doesn’t hesitate for a second? He’s so in love I can’t handle it and I also love how he puts Yuuri’s medal around his neck as if he was stating that it’s still valid but at the same time he says he wants Yuuri to win more times as he deserves.

Victor knows this is ridiculous, he was the only person ever to be able to do something like that and he was much younger when he started and he still totally looks like he thinks Yuuri could do this. Even when he does that super sweet thing with his face when he winks (I can’t find the gif but you know which one lol) it doesn’t look like his just teasing Yuuri he really is able to believe that at that moment even if he knows how it sounds. And then Yuuri doesn’t say it’s stupid or he could never do it, he says “okay”?!

He’s moved to tears because of how much Victor believes in him and how much Victor wants to do for him so they could stay together and so they could compete on the same ice because Yuuri always wanted that and promising Victor he’ll win for him is the least he can do in return?

Like this is the moment where most of their dreams come true and instead of just celebrating they sit there declaring absurd things to each other because they believe so much in the power of their love I’m so done with them, bye.

Inspired by #victuuriweek prompt:
->   Day Seven: Endings
Victor: Promises

I’m scared.
I’m scared to see your face again.
I fear falling even more deeply in love with you, when I’m trying so hard to leave you behind.
I’ve been sober from you for about a year now.
Yet you still linger in my mind.
I’m an addict.
I’m addicted to your cruel love.
I’m addicted to your neglect and your harmful ways.
I want to get you out of my head, but at the same time, you’re all I want to think about.
I’m addicted to your smell,
to your touch, to your crooked smile, and your jealous green eyes.
I’m addicted to the way you crinkle your nose when you laugh, and the way you can’t breathe when I run my fingers down your back.
I’m addicted to the unfocused gaze in your eyes when you listen to music, to the creases on your hands and the lines on your lips.
No matter how many times I go to rehab, my heart is hooked.
I’m addicted.
And it scares me.
Because I know that when I see your face again, I’ll relapse, letting myself fall for you even more.
The doctors can’t help me.
I’m intoxicated by you.
Poisoned by your love.
except this poison, keeps me barely alive, begging for more.
Wanting you to kill me so I can finally be free.
And be an addict no more.
—  E.F,  Addict

“I never meant to hurt you...”

Back at it again with the prompts

  1. I will stay right here until forever, if that’s what it takes, begging for your forgiveness
  2. it was like everything was in slow-motion, and I could do nothing but watch the betrayal wash across your face
  3. I couldn’t fall into sleep last night, images of you pressed onto the inside of my eyelids
  4. these years apart I have never felt as if I were truly living
  5. I didn’t understand you as well as I thought I did
  6. my mother always said that I was the bull in a china shop, unknowing of how delicate something could be
  7. I was trying to forget you, but it never works
  8. I love you, yet hate you at the same time, for ever believing that you could trust me
  9. it had been loud, hot, the air seemed to be vibrating. I didn’t think of the consequences
  10. I will leave a gift for you to wake up to every day until you realise how much I love you
  11. you can’t believe how many times I have replayed that moment again and again, imagining all the things I could have done differently to change the end result
  12. I have a million excuses ready to fall from my tounge but none of them are worthy of you
  13. I’m sorry that this is the way my brain has been taught to react to the things I love
  14. I didn’t think you loved me back
  15. at the time it felt like I had no other choice, but I still should never have done that to you
  16. I feel guilty for hurting this much when I know how uncomparable it is to your agony
  17. every breath I take feels as if it’s full of shattered glass, staring at your body lying engulfed in white, so small, so pale
  18. it was meant to be nothing more than a harmless joke
  19. I should have listened to you
  20. there’s a reason why I’ve always been afraid of how easily my body slips into a fight
  21. You say that it’s fine, but it’s not
  22. I will give you one flower for every single tear that  you shed
  23. I feel like it should be raining, or some dramtic shit like that. Yet the sun continues to shine brightly, out of spite. It reminds me of you
  24. please wake up
  25. I lost myself in the heat of the moment, I lost you
  26. you have every right to leave me right here, all I want you to know is that I never stopped loving you
  27. my life is yours

Thirteen
The number of times I thought about taking everything I said back that night

Thirty four
The number of times I wanted to forgive you because it was too hard to be without you

Three
The number of times I told you I Ioved you the same day you fucking ruined me

Eight
The number of days I spent in my bed after I found out about her

One hundred, one thousand, one million,
Every day for the rest of my life
The number of days I would’ve loved you if you had fucking let me

—  You always said you liked numbers
look, maybe we could start over, maybe
we could love softer, maybe it would hurt
less this time. maybe we could pretend it
never hurt, just like before. i don’t know if
i’m drunk yet or just lonely but i really just
want you back, just want someone to be
here. and yeah, i know it only hurt us both,
i know you don’t want to stay, i know i hate
you and love you, somehow at the same
time. i’m just tired of my bed being empty,
of my heart being tired, of my body wishing
it were something other than a body. i need
something to fill all this goddamn space.
—  THIS IS THE LAST TIME I’M ASKING YOU BACK, I SWEAR  (sarah kate o.)
Nervous (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by claraoswan

Author’s Note: This is a request by @newtscamandersniffler​! “Hello lovely, can you maybe write a Newt x shy reader based on the song Nervous by Gavin James? Thank you! <3″ I loved working on this! I had not heard this song before, and it’s absolutely lovely <3 I imagine that this is the way both Newt and the Reader feel, so that’s the direction I took it. I got a little carried away, and it’s much longer than I expected, but I hope you enjoy! Also! The bold italics are snippets of the song lyrics! Not to be confused with dialogue or thoughts :)

“'Cause every time I saw you I got nervous
Shivering and shaking at the knees”

Stupid, stupid, stupid, you thought to yourself. You had completely bumbled talking to Newt, yet again. You can’t be in the same room with him without completely stumbling over your words and being constantly distracted by his presence. You just couldn’t get the handsome man out of your head ever since you first met him after being introduced by Tina, but you couldn’t get the words out of your mouth either.

“Just go talk to him, honey,” whispered Queenie.

Get out of my head, Queenie you thought angrily. You were lucky to have her as a dear friend, but sometimes you didn’t want her opinion of all of your thoughts. “It’s not as if I have a chance with him anyway.”

You turned to look at the cinnamon-haired man you were hopelessly in love with. He was across the room, talking easily with Tina. Always with Tina. You couldn’t believe how easy it was for her to talk to him, and for him to talk to her. He was usually so shy and reserved, but conversation seemed to flow rather easily between the two. You looked down again, willing the tears to disappear. You had worn your best dress. You bought it specifically for this event. You were so excited when Queenie and Tina invited you with them to their coworker’s holiday party. You thought that maybe this would be the night that Newt finally noticed you, that he would see you as more than just a nervous friend. But maybe not.

“Now that you’re on someone else’s shoulders
The winter winds are colder on my own”


Next thing you knew, you heard laughing. You looked again to see Newt and Tina giggling as he spun her around, dancing with such ease and happiness. They came back together again, and you wished for nothing more than to be the one in his arms, the one being held. Instead, you watched as she laid her head on his shoulder, smiles on both of their faces.

You looked back to see Queenie watching you, a look of concern on her face. You gave her a small smile, “I think I’m going to head out, Queenie. Thank you so much for the invitation. I had a lovely time.”

“Please stay, sweetie. The night is still young! There’s still time. I’m sure he’s gonna ask you next.”

“I’m tired, and I would really rather not wait and hope for something that’s never going to happen. I don’t want to play the fool anymore. I can’t keep loving him if he doesn’t love me back.”

With that, you turned and straight out the doors onto the street. It wasn’t too late yet, and the streets were bustling with New Yorkers who were ready to start their nights, full of hope and promise and happiness. You felt the cold down to your bones, but you accepted the feeling openly. You didn’t bother to put your coat on; the harsh winter chill felt apt for how you were feeling.

You began the walk to your apartment, but a few blocks later, you felt someone grab your hand. You turned, your other hand on your wand and at the ready should you need it.

“I-I’m sorry! It’s just me!” You came face to face with the last person you wanted to see at that moment. He had let go of your hand and put his hands up defensively.

You took your hand off you wand, and began to wring your hands together nervously, looking down at your shoes. “W-What are you d-doing here, Newt?”

“Y-you left.”

“So?”

“I d-didn’t want you to.”

“You were having p-plenty of fun w-without m-me.” You didn’t know whether it was the cold or the fact that you had given up, but you no longer cared about how what you said might be taken.

“B-but I wanted to have fun with you.” You looked up and made eye contact with him, a puzzled look on your face. You weren’t quite sure what to make of what he was saying, and you refused to get your hopes up. Newt continued, “I-I’m sorry. I am absolutely delightful…I MEAN DREADFUL at this. I just…I j-just don’t know how to tell you. W-what I mean to s-say is that, i-if you’ll allow me, that is i-if you want to, w-would you d-dance with me?”

You looked him in the eyes, not saying a word.

Newt looked back down, stammering, “T-that’s okay. I c-completely understand. Right. Of course not. I’ll just-”

“Newt,” you whispered softly. “I w-would love to dance.”

“I promise that I’ll hold you when it’s cold out
When we loose our winter coats in the spring”

You tentatively brought your right hand to meet Newt’s left, smiling at him. He grinned wider than you had ever seen before, and he was blushing, but you were definitely blushing more. You felt his arm gently wrap around your waist, and you laid your other hand around his shoulder. And then you danced.

There was no music except for the sounds of New York at night, and that was all you needed. You didn’t feel the cold anymore; both his body and your own happiness (and your blush) were keeping you more than warm enough. You brought your head to his chest, and you felt him draw you closer into him. He gently kissed the top of your head, and you smiled again, burying your head to hide your flushed face.

As you each began to pull away, Newt’s eyes widened suddenly. He quickly took off his beautiful teal coat and draped it around your shoulders. “I-I’m so sorry, (Y/N)! You must have been freezing!”

You smiled and brought his jacket closer to your body, enjoying its warmth and the smell of Newt. “I’m okay, but thank you for the coat.”

“I-it looks much better on you anyway,” Newt said, blushing again. He gently took your hand in his and began walking towards your apartment. You both stopped once you reached your door, facing each other. Neither of you dared speak, hoping the other would be more bold.

Newt finally did, though he stammered the whole time, “I-I had a loving -er- lovely t-time tonight. W-would it be alright i-if, or rather would you l-like to, no that’s not r-right. I would v-very much like to-”

You cut Newt off. He spoke first, and it was your turn to be bold. You went onto the tips of your toes and kissed him gently. Pulling away, both of you smiled.

Newt spoke again, “M-maybe tomorrow we shall go on a proper date?”

“I would like that very much, Mr. Scamander.”

“Then it is a date, Ms. (Y/L/N).”

“'Cause lately I was thinking I never told you
That every time I see you my heart sings”

And you each laid in bed that night, hearts singing and excited to see each other again.