#im listening to dua lipa as i make this post n i love her so much how talented can one person be

[what-if-doctor-who-was-yuri]

💭 ⛪️✨️

For ask game!

💭 Some character headcanons

ok so rufus is like 100% gay like ik hes mlm thats canon bc vincent but i dont think his sexuality is ever mentioned lmaoo so like + he would be a fan of like dua lipa n shit but like hide it so much and act like he listens to acdc and like clive is the only one who doesnt realise his music taste tbh

farah is defos like omni/pan romantic and greysexual + she defos checked ao3 n tumblr to see if there was rpf about her. she definitley wasnt going to read it. why do u ask

gary is transfem bc i said so rn (im bsing these hcs on the spot based on vibes ima be real) and defos experimented w dudes in like pallamistus equivelent to collage/uni and still fucks em sometimes so hes like hetroromantic/bisexual w preference for women also he learnt how to make coloured metal and then made pride flag swords (i dont think pallamistus would have many pride flags but i think there would maybe be a rainbow pride one + jason showed ppl pride flags from earth and started making it a bit of a thing by accident

⛪ Favorite deity

knowledge or healer r my faves bc like knowledge as a deity their domain speaks to me like yesssss facts n shit and then healer as a fuckin person is so cool like they use i belive its he/they or he/it since jason refers to them w they/them or it/its at some point idk which but like i just find em v v interesting i love em also death is such a cool goddess bc like theyre not a bad deity like other similar ones like pain and trickery n stuff which i just like symbolically like "death is not unnatural it is a force of good just like life"

i do have a bit of beef w the whole evil gods being purged out bc like mortals doing that like sure ig (but also like yall r piss scared of a god but u wanna kill em and yall have the balls to do that damn) but like the fact that ALL OTHER GODS ACTIVLEY HUNT THEM is a bit like why? yall r litteralyl forces of nature personified why are these ones bad dumbass why is pain exterminated why is trickery frowned upon WHY IS DISGUISE A BAD GOD????? and then FUCKING PURITY WHO IS TRYING TO DESTORY THE WHOLE WORLD TO BE TAKEN OVER JUST IS NEVER FLAGGED AS AN EVIL GOD??? like yes the gods know its decipt and cant say shit but like surley theres a god who that is within their purview to speak about??? like truth or some shit can reveal lies or smthn

damn thats another rant abt some worldbuildy thinks (im working up the post rn idk y)

✨ Coolest power (essence or otherwise)

ok so i think skill books r super super cool and also masivley underused like wdym theres fucking skill books and noone uses them like sure u need a whole new power to use em but like just make a ritual like cmon theres prolly a ritual for every cool ass essence ability and like jasons power that absorbs essences n awakening stones also gives him the skill book one like they r absolutley linked JUST FUCKIN RITUAL THIS SHIT UP

FREE KNOWLEDGE

HOW HAS NOONE MADE A RITUAL FOR THIS YET

oh also on the topic: knowledge prolly has a shit ton of skill books on like everything why dont they make skill books for basic skills like reading and writing and simple maths and do free rituals for kids to bypass the whole years long education system that fucks up kids mental states later on (the mental health but is more high school but still) like yes theres prolly a min age like essences n shit but like. just wait?? cmon its like fifteen years CMON oh also speaking of the min age is that like a last minute puberty thing or is it like a second magic puberty also surley it would be like "ur defos gettin fucked up" -> "prolly gettin fucked up" -> "maybe gettin fucked up" -> "no fuckedupedness now :3" (like normal)

soz that last one was a worldbuilding rant abt skill books goddamn i didnt know i had that in me wow

[samingtonwilson]

Return - Part 8 - Jim Kirk

Part 7

Summary: series following the events of loot– takes place during events of star trek beyond. in this chapter, you’re reunited with a friend and it feels so good.

Warnings: language, 

A/N: parts of this i love, parts of it i don’t. that’s life, though, i guess

It took more effort than you thought necessary to climb the extensive ladder in Jaylah’s “home” seeing as you were short a healthy arm and plagued with pre-existing exhaustion. But once you made it up to the dingy, dust-covered bridge that resembled models you’d seen in the San Francisco Starfleet Museum, you let yourself fall into a chair facing one of the many consoles.

You swiveled in your seat as Jim came aboard, Scotty walking ahead of him and gesturing to the ship exaggeratedly. You swung your legs over one of the armrests as your back rested against the other, you tipped your head back and shut your eyes.

“This is the USS Franklin, sir. Can you believe it? First Earth ship capable of warp four.”

You snorted to yourself, opening your eyes and mumbling under your breath, “Scotty would find that to be the most interesting factoid.”

“Went missing in the Gagarin Radiation Belt in the early 2160’s.”

Jim hummed, approaching the view screen and helmsmen chairs. “I remember that from the Academy. Captain Balthazar Edison, one of the first heroes of Starfleet. How the hell did his ship end up here?”

You looked at Jaylah as she stepped beside you, righting your head as the strain on your sore neck became too much. “So you live here?”

She glanced at you and nodded. Her arms were crossed over her chest, rumpling the grey shirt she wore. There wasn’t any malice in her eyes, just a general apathy— you found it amusing. “Yes.”

“It’s nice— I like what you've done with the place.”

“— but Jaylah has done a marvelous job of gettin’ the ship’s systems back online,” Scotty finished, gesturing to the tall woman beside you.

When Chekov managed to activate the bridge’s lights, you squinted at the sudden brightness, watching as Jaylah nodded once in appreciation and took the captain’s seat before Jim could plant himself down in it.

She ignored his “pardon me” seamlessly. “Thank you, Montgomery Scotty.”

Jim looked at you and tried not to smile at the amusement brightening your features, walking to you and pausing there.  

“I think I’m in love with her,” you said, smiling up at him as he rolled his eyes.

“Mr. Chekov,” he called, still a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. “Plug in the coordinates. See if you can track the crew’s location from the ship’s sensors.”

Chekov took a seat at one of the larger consoles, nodding. “Aye, Captain.”

Jim nodded back. “Mr. Scott, tour.”

“Yes, the mess hall,” Scotty said, motioning towards the doorway behind you. “Jaylah, if you will.”

Jim nodded at you to follow, laughing silently as you groaned dramatically and rose from your seat. You walked beside him, pushing his shoulder when he stopped to pat the top of the captain’s chair.

“You’re such a child.”

He only laughed in response.

The corridors of the ship were dark. Each wall was a deep grey that didn’t seem to have the overhead lights the Enterprise was almost overly equipped with. The ceilings were lower and a faint damp smell tickled your nose as you followed Scotty and Jaylah, staggering a bit behind Jim to make sure he didn’t accidentally bump into your arm.

The mess hall was small— much, much smaller than that of the Enterprise— and was furnished with one large table surrounded by several chairs, a large black couch, and a few smaller tables covered in metallic tools on the other end.

Tucked into the side, though, only visible as you brushed past Jim, was an old-school motorcycle. It seemed out of place, but nicely so.

You smiled at it, looking around the rest of the room as Jim toyed with a fuzzy-screened console, pulling up a video showing the Franklin crew occupying the space in its hay-day.

“No clue what happened to the crew, huh?” he asked, still staring at the screen with a slight green tint.

Scotty made a noise from deep in his throat. “No, sir. They’d be dead a hundred years by now.”

Jim looked at you and you shrugged, his eyes leaving yours to spot the motorbike you were previously taken by. A sudden flash of recognition crossed his features and he smiled as he walked toward it. “Is that a— That’s a PX70.”

He chuckled, crouching down beside it. “Wow. My dad used to have one of these when he was a kid. My mom said he’d put her on the back of it, drive her nuts.”

Scotty cleared his throat when Jim reached up to touch the faded leather seat. “Sir?”

Jim nodded and stood up, wiped clean of his smile. He cleared his throat and squared his shoulders. “So you’re telling me this thing’s been here this whole time and no one’s ever noticed it?”

When Jaylah and Scotty exchanged a look and beckoned Jim to follow them, you stayed put on the couch. You shook your head when Jim motioned for you to follow.

You unzipped your jacket once the three of them left the dusty commissary and tossed it aside. You placed your injured wrist atop your healthy hand and turned it gently, staring down at the aching appendage with a scowl.

With a sigh, you pulled the sleeve of your dirty red uniform over the makeshift bandage and stood up, tucking your phaser into your boot.  

Before you could vacate the mess hall, you stopped at the screen. Pressing the play button, you watched the cheerful crew members have indistinct conversations and laugh as they shared meals or played games.

Something pinched at the edge of your throat when you thought of their fate, of their intentions to explore the universe only to plummet down on some unknown planet.

Shaking your head at the thought, you walked through the corridor from which you entered, made a pit-stop in a room you found to be a bathroom to wash your face, and headed for the bridge.

You greeted Chekov as you stepped through the door. “Find anything?”

He was smiling brightly— the sight made you smile, too. “I think so. It’s a Starfleet frequency!”

You motioned towards the door with sweeping hand gestures. “Then go! Go tell Jim.”

He left you on the bridge for a few minutes, your hip leant against the console with one of your arms hugging your torso as the team of four walked through the entryway. You smiled at Chekov as he excitedly took the same seat as before, toying with the static-prone console.

“Can you lock onto the signal?” Jim asked, his arms resting on the console from the other end, his voice as tired as his posture.

“Yes, but how do we get to them?”

Scotty raised his hand from beside you. He looked uncertain. “I have an idea, sir. But I’m gonna need your permission.”

Jim’s eyes narrowed. “Why would you need my permission?”

“Because if I mess it up, I don’t want it to be just my fault.”

You frowned and nodded. It seemed reasonable to you.

Minutes later, as you watched Scotty tinker with the grimy and rusted transporter pad several decks below the bridge, you stood beside Jim and cleared your throat. “That was a cute story.”

He hummed in confusion, staring straight ahead at the engineer that would hiss after every pop of electricity.

You watched as said engineer jumped up with a scowl twisting his features, his hands covered in black soot. “About your mom and dad, and that bike.”

Jim glanced at you for a short moment and you felt his eyes run over your profile. He hummed again. “Frank got rid of it as soon as he could. Haven’t seen it since I was a kid. Just got a little excited, I guess.”

“There’s an old car lot on Shellmound Street in Emeryville,” you told him, running your fingers through your finally-combed hair. “It’s over the Bay Bridge and, like, five minutes out of San Francisco. I’ve seen plenty of bikes like that there before— red, black, blue, you name it.”

He stared at you then. Though he’d intended to only glance once more, something kept his eyes there, something prevented him from feigning nonchalance. “You think they’d still have ‘em?”

“Obviously I haven’t been on Earth for a while, but before I left for the artifact, the same ones stood there as from when I was in high school.”

You let yourself meet Jim’s gaze. You regretted it instantly when you saw the way he looked at you, you felt so undeserving of such a gaze, too small to be given so much. You had to clear your throat again. “It’s doubtful they would’ve gotten rid of them so soon.”

“And you just casually hung out at an old car lot in high school?”

“One of my aunt’s exes owns the place. He was one of the better ones— hid my every mistake from her, made sure I was out of sight when her temper acted up, really just protected me whenever he could. Bones reminds me of him sometimes— just, you know, somehow older.”

Jim laughed through his nose at that, still unable to shift his focus back to Scotty.  

“After they ended, I still spent time with his sons and that meant being on the car lot often. It’s where I learned to drive stick.”

“You can drive stick?” he asked, raising his eyebrows with a frown of consideration. “You’ll have to teach me some time.”

“You can’t drive stick?”

“I can, I just think you’d be an awful teacher. Impatient, rude, overly concerned about the car.”

You elbowed his side and snorted. “I’ll have you know I’m a great teacher.”

“Yeah?”

You hummed. “You’d be lucky to learn from me.”

“I’ll pencil it in.” Jim’s smile was small as he finally looked away and gave you a chance to breathe. He cleared his throat. “So you can get me a discount? Since you know the owner.”

“You’re paid enough to not need a discount. And, I mean, I could just steal it for you as a birthday present,” you offered playfully, laughing when he looked at you incredulously. “What are you going to do with a bike on a starship anyway? Don’t you wreak havoc on that poor crew enough?”

He opened his mouth to tell you of his plans to stay on Yorktown, to ground himself indefinitely— but he’d gotten sleep last night.

He was able to sleep on the insect-infested, dirt-covered, twig and leafy ground— and he wasn’t tired. There was a renewed resolve in him, something that propelled him forward rather than keeping him on the carousel he’d likened the last two years to.

He thought it was funny that a good night’s sleep was all it took, but he reconsidered that notion the moment he glanced at you again to follow the slight curve of your smiling lips. It wasn’t the sleep.

“Wait,” he said after a few moments. “How’d you know my birthday’s coming up?”

“Bones,” you shrugged. “He said you aren’t looking forward to it.”

“He tell you why?”

You nodded. “He did, s’why I offered to steal the bike for you— give you a piece of your father before you move on to a chapter of your life he never got to experience in his.”

You looked over at Jim when he remained silent, nodding upwards with a small smile when you caught his gape. “What?”

There was a loud whirring as Scotty flipped a final switch and he made a noise of victory before planting himself in the seat behind the large, almost intimidating console. “We’re all set!”

Jim looked away and nodded. “Right, yes. Great.”

Scotty pressed a few more buttons that let out almost embarrassing beeps and, before you and Jim could react, a burst of white, silver, and blue static flashed about the pad and created the half-Vulcan you could never recall being so happy to see.

He staggered as he climbed off the pad, though. His skin was paler than usual and his uniform was stained.

Despite that, as he neared the three of you, Jim smiled at him. “Good to see you, Spock.”

Spock only nodded, placing his hand below his ribs.

“Commander, are you—”

You weren’t able to get another word out as another flash of static materialized a scowling Leonard in a defensive stance, fists raised before his nose.

He visibly jumped at the change in scenery, placing his hands against his stomach and widening his scowl to a confused one. He stared around him in horrified wonderment.  

“Good to see you in one piece, Doctor,” Scotty said, now standing at the doorway.

“Oh, am I?” he asked, making you snort a laugh. He met Scotty’s amused eyes. “I feel like my innards have been to a barn dance.”

Scotty placed his hand atop Leonard’s shoulder. “Aye, well, these old transporters were only ever used for cargo, but a few modifications seemed to do the trick. I thought it was best to beam you one at a time, though. You know, in case you got spliced.”

Leonard spotted you and Jim, and relief washed over his features— it seemed to sober him up as he took steady steps. “Oh. I couldn’t imagine a worse scenario.”

“Not fooling anyone, Bones,” you sang as he pulled you into a tight hug. 

He eyed you warily when you hissed at the contact between his body and your wrist. But, before he could ask you about it, Jim took his attention from you. “Good to have you back. You all right?”

The doctor waved his hand. “Yeah, I’m fine. He’s hurt— and, by the looks of it, so are you, sweetheart,” he looked at you once more.

You shook your head. “Commander Spock looks like a higher priority.”

“I am functioning adequately, Captain,” Spock said in a strained voice, his hand clutching Jim’s shoulder.

Leonard snorted. “In a pig’s eye you are.”

“Captain, we discovered that the stolen artifact appears to have come from this planet,” Spock added, grunting and teetering forward until the two men flanking him caught his shoulders and tried to hold him up.

“Damn it, Spock. Are there any medical supplies on this thing?”

Jaylah nodded and asked the trio to follow her as she rushed from the room down another dark corridor.

With a half nod, Leonard beckoned you to follow them and smirked a little at your protesting squeak and subsequent defeated sigh when he told you he could only sit in peace after checking you over.

When you entered the mess hall, Jim was speaking to Spock softly as the latter was laying on the couch and Leonard was handed a bag of medical supplies.

You traced the deep green blood stain darkening Spock’s blue uniform and chewed on your bottom lip as Leonard emptied the bag of supplies, toying with what looked like an ancient tricorder.

“Let’s get you patched up first, okay?” Jim told Spock, kneeling beside the couch and using as gentle of a tone as possible.

“No, Captain,” Spock pushed. “You must focus your efforts on helping the crew.”

“Well, that’s why I need you around, Spock.”

The glances Leonard and Spock exchanged didn’t go unnoticed by you.

Your eyebrows came together and you knelt beside Leonard, pretending to dig through the numerous supplies with him. “You want to tell me what that look was about?”

“What look?”

You clicked your tongue and Leonard sighed in resignation. “You let me deal with that arm you’re absolutely terrible at hidin’ and I’ll tell you anythin’ you want. Deal?”

You nodded and sat back against your heels. “Deal.”

Jim turned to look at the two of you questioningly and Leonard shrugged. “These things are from the Dark Ages.”

As he knelt beside Spock and revved up whatever tool he held, he sighed heavily. “I’m pretty sure this is a protoplaser. Should stop the internal hemorrhaging— ‘least that’s my hope.”

Spock, amidst his heavy breathing and grunts of pain, remarked, “‘The miserable have no other medicine but only hope.’”

As you snorted, Leonard replied dryly, “Death’s door and he’s quotin’ Shakespeare.”

The handheld machine whirred as Leonard ran it over Spock’s injury site, Spock’s torso not ceasing in its subtle writhing.

It was minutes before Leonard was satisfied with his work, bandaging Spock’s torso with what was available and sighing once more. He turned to Scotty. “You got any spare clothes? He’s bled right through these.”

Scotty nodded. “Aye, there are spare uniforms on board.”

“Jim, take him and help him— I don’t want him movin’ too much. I’ll see what I can do about (Y/N)’s arm.”

Jim nodded and assisted Spock off the couch, hobbling alongside him as they exited the mess hall with Scotty and Jaylah on their heels.

“Hop on, sugar.”

Complying easily, you sat on the couch and leant forward a bit to place your elbows atop your knees. You held your wrapped arm to Leonard and tried miserably to hide winces as he unbound the filthy yellow fabric. “Talk to me.”

“‘Bout what?”

“We had a deal and this—” you let out a loud hiss as your wrist shifted. “This hurts a lot. Distract me with gossip.”

“Spock’s thinkin’ about leavin’ Starfleet.”

You blinked, nearly choking on your breath. “I’m sorry, he’s what?”

Leonard looked up at you and snorted. “Yeah, s’why he and Uhura ended. He wants to help build and populate New Vulcan.”

“Populate.” You gasped a laugh. “Spock wants to get it in with a Vulcan?”

“Uhura’s frustrations make sense now, don’t they?” he asked, scowling at your wrist. “Darlin’, what the fuck happened?”

“You know the man I was deathly afraid of? The one I was supposed to steal the artifact for?” When Leonard nodded, you couldn’t help the rueful smile on your lips. “Yeah, he led the attack on the Enterprise and he might harbor some resentment.”

“Some?” he scoffed. “Speakin’ of that nuisance artifact, where’s it now?”

“Jim hid it on one of the shuttles.”

Leonard looked up at you to gauge your expression. When he determined that you were serious, he sighed. “So we’re fucked, ain't we?”

PART 9

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[tomhsparker]

new rules - tom holland imagine #5

about : tom hates your ex boyfriend. like really hates your ex boyfriend. 

warning : very cheesy dialogue, angry/sad tom, a lotta swearing!

notes : so dua lipa’s new song, new rules, really got me feeling like i miss an ex i never had. hence, i decided to write this. it’s really cheesy and im not v proud of it, but im gonna post it anyways. enjoy!

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“Talkin' in my sleep at night, makin' myself crazy.”

You gasped, sitting up in your bed. Sweat rolled down your forehead, your back, everywhere. Images of your dream came running through your mind and your heart dropped.

It had been about five weeks since your breakup with your ex boyfriend. Back then, he seemed like the perfect man to you. He was charming and funny. His chocolate brown eyes and his radiant smile practically drew you in. If someone told you six months ago that he would break your heart, you would’ve refused to believe them. In your mind, he was a perfect angel.

An angel just for you, and not anyone else.

Or so you thought.

On the day of your six months anniversary, you had planned a wonderful home-made dinner at home. A bowl of spaghetti sat on your dinner table, which eventually grew colder as the hours passed. You told Eric to come over at 7, but it was already nearing midnight and he was nowhere to be seen.

Exasperated, you poured the remainder of the red wine bottle in your cup and downed it in ten seconds. You couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t going to come. Tossing your phone aside, you gave up on texting and calling him. It wasn’t like he was going to reply anyways. You stood up from the dinner table and grabbed the spaghetti bowl. Stomping over towards your trashcan, you threw it into the bin furiously. Your head was at a disarray and anger bubbled in your heart.

You were livid. What was he doing that was more important than you?

Grabbing your smartphone and a coat, you walked out of your tiny apartment and into your car. If he wasn’t going to come to you, you were going to him. This wasn’t the first time he had ditched either, so you were even more pissed off by the fact that he did this to you.

You reached his house in a matter of minutes, but what you saw made your heart shatter into a trillion pieces.

There he was, standing outside his apartment building, with a beautiful blonde girl in his arms. His lips were hungrily attacking hers, along with his hands intertwined in her hair. You soon recognized the girl as your best mate, Alice.

You weren’t sure what you were feeling, but you knew you had to get out of there as quick as possible. Reversing, you sped away from the heart-wrenching scene.

Somehow, you weren’t very surprised by the sight. You knew deep down, he was going to find someone new.

“My love, he makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else

But my love, he doesn't love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself.”

After that night, you broke off all ties with Eric. Although you knew better, a small part of you still missed him. And it seemed like Eric did too, since he kept trying to call and text you. You almost caved in several times, but you were grateful that you had someone to always stop you from doing so.

Picking up your phone from the nightstand, you unlocked it and scrolled through your contacts. You put the phone against your ear after clicking the ‘call’ icon.

“Hello?” A groggy voice came after three rings.

“Tom, can I come over? I don’t think I can sleep,” you asked, slipping out of your bed.

“Y/N? Yeah sure, come over. But you do realise it’s literally 3 am in the morning?” Tom groaned, some shuffling from his own duvet filled your ears.

“I know, I’m sorry. But I need a nice Holland hug right now,” you chuckled.

Tom merely hummed and told you to stay safe before you hung up. Throwing on a hoodie, you wore your trainers and in a few minutes, you were out the door. The cold London air made the hair on your arms stand even though you were wearing a hoodie. Jogging over to your car, you unlocked it quickly and drove off.

One, don't pick up the phone

You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone

When Tom opened the door, the first thing he did was envelop you in a hug. The cold winter weather made you shiver, so the Holland hug was super helpful. You melted into his arms, sighing in relief. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you snuggled your head into his chest. His head rested on top of yours and the both of you stood outside his house, in complete but comfortable silence.

You broke out of the hug first, enjoying the welcoming yet tiring smile on his face. Tom took your arm and led you into the house, letting you walk in first before locking the door. You slipped off your shoes, making sure to be extremely quiet. The Holland household was so eerily silent since everyone was asleep.

“Want a cup of tea?” Tom sleepily asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Nah, I’m good. Let’s just go to bed,” you said, already walking towards Tom’s room.

“G-go to bed?” Tom stuttered, jogging after you.

Turning the knob to his door, you nodded.

“I can’t sleep so I wanted to sleep with you.”

You froze and cringed, realising how awkward that sounded. Turning around slowly, you were greeted by a blushing Tom.

“T-That’s not what I meant. I meant,” now you were stumbling on your words too. Tom hid his face behind his hands and you could feel your own cheeks turn pink. You started to feel dumb as you entered his room, falling face first onto  his bed.

A soft giggle sounded beside you and you groaned, using Tom’s pillow to cover the back of your head. Soon, the both of you were laughing a bit too hardly and too long for a joke like that. The bed sunk in beside you as you simmered down, finally stopping your laughter. You were about to ask him to scoot over when you felt the phone in your pocket vibrate. Flipping over, you took the phone out from your pocket and looked at the screen. The smile on your face instantly vanished and you could feel your heart palpitating.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You showed him your phone and a glare replaced Tom’s worried look. Snatching your phone from your hands, he pressed the decline button. Almost a few seconds after Tom hung up, Eric’s name flashed through the screen again.

“Tom, I’ll just - “ you were trying to take back your phone but Tom held his other arm out, blocking you from taking it back. He stood up and pressed the answer function. You gasped and hobbled over the bed, whispering for Tom to hang up.

‘Hey, asshole. Listen to me, you piece of shit. I’m saying this once and once only. Call Y/N one more time and I promise, you’ll never see daylight ever again. You didn’t deserve her, and you never will. So stop calling,” Tom spat, his voice dripping with venom. He didn’t even give a chance for Eric to answer as he hung up.

For a moment, Tom stood beside his bed with the phone clutched tightly in his hand. His chest heaved with heavy breaths and his jaw was clenched. The muscles on his arms protruded and you could see the veins on his neck popping. He was pissed.

You kept quiet, not knowing what to say. Without thinking, you spoke softly.

“You didn’t have to do that. I was handling him well enough.”

Tom laughed humorously, “what did you even see in him?”

Staring at your hands, you shrugged.

“He was nice,” you answered pathetically, refusing to look at Tom. You could feel his stare piercing through your skin.

“So was I.”

“Two, don't let him in

You'll have to kick him out again.”

“What does that mean?” you questioned, finally looking up.

Tom let out another humourless laugh, putting down your phone on his desk while pacing up and down his room.

“How do you not know? God, I dropped so many hints,” Tom said, his voice quivering slightly, “and you don’t have a clue.”

You watched him walk about in his room, feeling your heart thumping in your chest.

“I don’t understand,” you mumbled.

Tom stopped and let his hands fall onto his sides, a defeated look on his face.

“I’m fucking in love with you, Y/N. Always have been. And it hurt watching you fall in love with someone who clearly didn’t love you back. Do you know how it feels to see you cry over some dick that never loved you? When all along it was me who loved you?”

By this time, he was panting. His soft brown eyes that you had grown to love were filled with unshed tears, threatening to spill. You stayed silent, completely stunned.

“Do you have any idea how much it fucking hurt to hear you talk about Eric and how much you want him back even though you knew you shouldn’t? Every day I have to tell you that you deserve better than him and it stings. I have to control myself whenever I’m around you, because I know you will never love me back.  I can’t,” he stopped and wiped a tear rolling down his cheek, “I can’t believe that even after three years of knowing you, I’m still in love with you. When you clearly don’t feel the same.”

“And it doesn’t matter anymore because you love Eric. I don’t even - I don’t even know why I try. I guess I’m just not good enough for you.”

You rose from the bed, walking over towards Tom. His eyes were trained on the ground as he cried silently, more and more tears falling. Your heart was sinking at the sight of the usually bubbly and happy boy crying. Holding his face, you whispered for him to look up.

When you looked into his eyes, it finally hit you like a tidal wave.

It made sense now.

The hugs that would last too long, the ditzy smiles, the frequent flowers he got you, the lingering stares and the constant compliments.

You always thought he did it because he was your best friend. It was his duty to love you. You didn’t know he loved you like that.

And you were fucking glad for that. You always felt the same way.

You hid your feelings for Tom because you knew you weren’t good enough for him. Tom was an actor, on his way to becoming a well-known celebrity. Thousands of girls were also in pursuit for his love, so you tried to get over your feelings for him by going out with Eric. You were so scared of loving Tom, in fear of rejection.

He needed someone who was as successful as him, so he won’t be dragged down. He needed someone as beautiful as he was, inside and out.

You were none of that.

But after hearing his own confession, a weight finally lifted off your shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, your voice above a whisper.

Tom smiled sadly, “because I couldn’t. You loved someone else.”

“Tom,” you breathed out, “it was always you.”

He frowned, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“What?”

“Why do you think I dated Eric? Look at him. He looks like you. I only went out with him because I was trying to get over you,” you admitted, “I thought I was only a friend to you. So I started dating Eric to get you off my mind.”

“And for some reason, you still popped up in my head everyday. It’s you, Tom.”

You wiped a tear with your thumb, slowly caressing his cheek. He leaned into your hand, shutting his eyes. Closing your eyes, you leaned in and collided his lips with yours. Tom made a noise but quickly recovered, holding your neck gently as he kissed back.

This kiss felt different from any other kiss you ever had. It was sweet, gentle yet full of passion and love. All of your repressed feelings were flowing, making the kiss more meaningful.

Tom pulled away, his hand still on your neck. He opened his eyes slowly and peered at you with his doe-like eyes.

“This isn’t some rebound thing, right?”

Shaking your head, you smiled sweetly and pecked him on his lips.

His lips tasted salty, probably from the tears that he cried. Yet they were extremely soft and you knew you were gonna get addicted to kissing him.

“I’ve been waiting years to do that,” Tom grinned, his smile widening by the second.

“Ditto, Holland.”

He let his lips touch your forehead and kissed it, before leading you over to his bed. The both of you laid down as Tom tossed the duvet over the both of you. You cuddled into his larger figure, letting him wrap his arms around you.

“I’m sorry I made you wait three years,” you joked, feeling his chest rumble from his laughter.

“For you, I would’ve waited more.”

You couldn’t help but snort at his reply, “that was cheesy.”

He rolled his eyes, “you love it.”  

“As much as I hate to admit it, I do.”

[zooeydeschanel]

here’s some old ask games that I never got around to and some new ones that reminded me to do all of these in the first place :) x 

30 Questions

Rules: Answer thirty questions, then tag twenty blogs you would like to know better.

tagged by @anysantiago  thanks for tagging me!xxx

1. Nicknames? n/a 2. Gender? female 3. Star sign? libra 4. Height? 168cm? 5. Time? 12:01am 6. Birthday? october 1st 👀 soon 7. Favourite bands? i don’t really listen to bands specifically more just different songs from different bands 8. Favourite solo artist? i don’t really listen to artists specifically more just different songs from different artists 9. Song stuck in my head? dusk till dawn by zayn and sia 10. Last movie you watched? the parent trap 11. Last show you watched? parks and recreation  12. When did I create my blog? i created this blog last year but i’ve been on this site since 2011 rip 13. What do I post? tv shows, movies, photography and art posts, aesthetic posts, text posts.... whatever I want really :D 14. Last thing I googled? colin trevorrow because i was googeling why he’s no longer directing the new star wars movie :o 15. Do you have other blogs? I have old blogs yeah but they’re inactive and then i have dumb side blogs off this one that I rarely use 16. Do you get asks? sometimes yeah! (pls talk to me ) 17. Why did you choose your url? bc I love her 18. Following? 167 19. Followers? 3.5k 20. Favourite colours? pink 21. Average hours of sleep? depends on what time i wake up in the morning but I always go to sleep around 1/2am (rip me on the days i have class at 8am) 22. Lucky number? good question I wish I had one!!! 23. Instruments? n/a 24. What am I wearing? the softest jumper in the world from zara 25. How many blankets I sleep with? one 26. Dream job? a job that makes me happy 27. Dream trip? wherever the northern lights are 28. Favourite food? spring rolls atm 29. Nationality? australian but my great, great however many grandparents came to australia as convicts from england 30. Favourite song now? I love waves by dean lewis atm

15 Songs Tag

tagged by @colewald​ <3 xx

my current favourite songs in this very specific moment in time 

1955 - hilltop hoods

glorious - skylar green, etc

waves - dean lewis

black hole - she & him

the louvre - lorde

homesick - dua lipa

turn to white - she & him

fake magic - peking duk

hard feelings - lorde

I’ve got your number, son - she & him

nina - ed sheeran

hopeless - halsey 

new rules - dua lipa

long live - taylor swift

dusk till dawn - zayn and sia

tagged by @wewriteletters​​ thank you! xx

Relationship status: very single Favorite color: dusty rose pink atm Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick Last song I listened to: a song from dua lipa’s album but i dont remember which  Last movie I watched:  the parent trap Top three TV shows: new girl, bones, friends  Top three characters: jess, brennan, sweets Top three ships:  nick x jess, chuck x sarah, april x andy Books I’m currently reading: trying to read the raven cycles but im so slow

twenty questions

tagged by @birdsovprey​ and @colewald​ two pure beans xxoxoxox

name: cleo nicknames: n/a zodiac: libra height: 168cm? favorite fruit: i lov grapes favorite season: autumn bc i like the cold but not too cold favorite animal: doggos favorite book: the velveteen rabbit  favorite flower: little white flowers in bunches favorite scent: rain favorite color: pink coffee | tea | hot cocoa average hrs of sleep: depends on what time i get up in the morning but i always go to sleep around 1-2am  cats or dogs (but also both) favorite fictional character: it’s so hard to chose just one omg??? jess day, temperance brennan, lance sweets, april ludgate, sarah walker, nick miller, rachel green etc etc etc dream trip: wherever the northern lights are blog created: 2016 number of followers: 3.5k random fact: i loved vegemite chocolate when they were selling it in supermarkets and i am highkey sad i cant buy it anymore