i love it when he's drunk okay

Let's rethink ep 10's twist

So the overall General consensus is that Viktor fell in love with Yuuri during his pole dancing performance at the party. Okay, let’s say this is true.

If it’s true, then it’s pretty logical Viktor likes the wild, outgoing, sexy Yuuri that he only shows during drunk hours. So why oh why did he settle for the shy, embarrassed Katsuki he discovered when he came to Japan? Why didn’t he leave for Russia, disappointed?

In my opinion, Viktor learned to love all over again.

He fell for Yuuri at the banquet, and then developed a new love for Yuuri as he coached him. The first time it was pure infatuation (I’m not a strong believer in love at first sight), but as he got to know the REAL Yuuri, he fell in love. Real, actual, stable, enduring love. And isn’t this much more romantic than love at first sight?

Just imagine Viktor realizing Yuuri’s real personality, and then discovering more and more sides to him as time went on. He’d get more and more attracted to him… and at some point in time when we aren’t shown what is happening, they confess to each other.

The same goes for Yuuri too. He used to think of Viktor as an idol. I’m sure he had to go through the same process of learning all sides of Viktor.

This is the cutest relationship ever.

Daryl/Jesus Headcanons
  • Sometimes Daryl needs to just lay in Jesus’ arms while Jesus gently strokes his hair
  • Ever since they met, people at the hilltop start to notice that Jesus only runs to one place anymore
  • Whatever reservations Daryl might have had about Jesus before are quickly forgotten when he sees how he is with Maggie
  • Rick hounds Daryl until he agrees to bring Jesus on a double date with him and Michonne (they get drunk and Jesus dares Daryl to shoot an apple off his head)
  • Daryl totally makes the shot and Jesus has to awkwardly hide how turned on it makes him
  • Judith is technically the first person to give Jesus the shovel talk
  • She has an impressive glare for a toddler
  • Jesus doesn’t know who wears more of his clothes, Maggie or Daryl
  • He just knows that every morning at least four items of clothing will be missing
  • Jesus tells Daryl that he was actually awake in the back of the car on the way to Alexandria
  • Daryl tells him that he already knew
  • They plant an apple tree for Maggie
  • Jesus tells the story of how he rescued Daryl from the saviours a little differently each time
  • When they fight one of them will storm out
  • They always come home though
  • Jesus wakes up alone sometimes and knows he’ll find Daryl sitting at Glenn’s grave, talking to him
  • Jesus tries to teach Daryl some fight moves in the back yard of Rick’s house, but it just dissolves into aggressive groping and making out
  • Carl turns the hose on them
  • Jesus is good at hiding. Daryl is good at tracking. They like to play hide and seek in the woods to see who’s better
  • They come home with ripped clothing & leaves in their hair and no idea who won

Cute Damen things:

  • Laying awake in bed smiling to himself that Laurent missed him.
  • “Don’t Think”
  • The moment when Damen drops the pitcher when he see’s Laurent in skimpy akielon clothing bc damn Laurent is 👌 ✔️ 👌 ✔️.
  • “Damen, who hadn’t been expecting it, felt the single painful beat of his heart. He’d never thought Laurent could look like that at anyone.”
  • Damen gazing listlessly off at Laurent when Lazar is trying to talk to him and Lazar litreally saying uhhuh honey ofc you ain’t hopelessly in love with him.
  • “He needs me. I don’t care if you tell the world. “
  • Has that AU running in his head where he would court Laurent and treat him how he deserves (when he is literally one with the fandom).
  • Looking after drunk Laurent and making sure he was okay.
  • “I met the Prince in Vere. I thought as you did. I didn’t know his heart…  I came to learn it slowly… And I am proud to have been his lover.” 

This is inspired by @theirgoldenprince Cute Laurent Things post and i just couldn’t resist doing one for my favorite Giant Animal™.

“I mean, d'you know what eternity is? There’s this big mountain, see, a mile high, at the end of the universe, and once every thousand years there’s this little bird-“

"What little bird?” said Aziraphale suspiciously.

“This little bird I’m talking about. And every thousand years-”

“The same bird every thousand years?”

Crowley hesitated. “Yeah,” he said.

“Bloody ancient bird, then.”

“Okay. And every thousand years this bird flies-”

“-limps-”

“-flies all the way to this mountain and sharpens its beak-”

“Hold on. You can’t do that. Between here and the end of the universe there’s loads of-” The angel waved a hand expansively, if a little unsteadily. “Loads of buggerall, dear boy.”

“But it gets there anyway,” Crowley persevered.

“How?”

“It doesn’t matter!”

“It could use a space ship,” said the angel.

Crowley subsided a bit. “Yeah,” he said. “If you like. Anyway, this bird-”

“Only it is the end of the universe we’re talking about,” said Aziraphale. “So it’d have to be one of those space ships where your descendants are the ones who get out at the other end. You have to tell your descendants, you say, When you get to the Mountain, you’ve got to-” He hesitated. “What have
they got to do?”

“Sharpen its beak on the mountain,” said Crowley. “And then it flies back-”

“-in the space ship-”

“And after a thousand years it goes and does it all again,” said Crowley quickly.

There was a moment of drunken silence.

“Seems a lot of effort just to sharpen a beak,” mused Aziraphale.

“Listen,” said Crowley urgently, “the point is that when the bird has worn the mountain down to nothing, right, then-”

Aziraphale opened his mouth. Crowley just knew he was going to make some point about the relative hardness of birds’ beaks and granite mountains, and plunged on quickly.

“-then you still won’t have finished watching The Sound of Music.”

Aziraphale froze.

“And you’ll enjoy it,” Crowley said relentlessly. “You really will.”

“My dear boy-”

“You won’t have a choice.”

“Listen-”

“Heaven has no taste.”

“Now-”

“And not one single sushi restaurant.”

A look of pain crossed the angel’s suddenly very serious face.”

—   Neil Gaiman, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch 

So, idk if it’s just me, but I love ships with height differences and CR is so, so perfect for them honestly

Give me Pike climbing onto tables and counters to give Keyleth and Percy forehead smooches when they’re stressing (and regular smooches once they’re feeling better)

Or Scanlan using Bigby’s Hand to give himself  a boost so he can get the proper height to dip Vax like the beautiful drama prince he is

Grog just lifting people. All the time. Like this guy I knew in college who would just get kinda drunk and start picking people up and putting them places (like on top of counters and tables and the refrigerator this one time) Grog would, okay, trust me (he would try to leave Vax in a high cupboard in the kitchen, but he’d just stealth out and sneak a piggyback ride)

Tall, elegant Allura teasing Kima and hovering just out of reach until Kima says pretty please

Also tall (if maybe a little less graceful) Keyleth leaning down to rest her chin on Vex’s head when she pulls her close

Pike worrying about everyone’s backs when they bend halfway over to play with her hair (and then Vax just sitting down and pulling her into his lap so he can braid her hair without hurting himself)

Scanlan and Pike giving each other boosts so they can reach everyone else for smooches (or Scanlan briefly allying with Trinket so he can sneak a cheek kiss from Vex)

Grog and Keyleth joining forces and teasing the twins about being so small and cuuuuute (they’re like average height for half elves probably, maybe a little shorter, but Keyleth is super tall and no one can take this headcanon from me)

I hate this so much, but Grog would totally be that guy that messes with Percy and Vax by using their heads as arm rests (Percy probably just rolls his eyes and Vax plots revenge)

HEIGHT DIFFERENCES~*~*~*~*~

Obsession cured

Ever since I started to watch The Arrow I coulnd’t stop staring at him. I became completely obsessed. I watched every single TV show, movie and even interviews on YouTube so that I could see him. I fell in love with him and wanted to be with him. But I knew that he would never talk to a loser like me. I even went to ComicCon in San Diego just to see him, but I didn’t make it in time to take a photo with him. It was too crowded. Some friends even tried to help me and appointed me a meeting with a psychologist. He tried to help me and I made him sure that I am okay. We had another several meetings, but when our meetings ended I came back to my life with obsession of Colton Haynes.

I tried to find something that would make him fall in love with me, but every love potion that I have found had to be directly drunk by him. There wasn’t any love spell that I could cast without him knowing it. So I asked my friend to help me with my problem. I told her that I needed to be close to him, to be with him. She smiled and promised me to help. She was into dark magic and did some sort of vodoo. She told me to close my eyes and focus on Colton. I could see him perfectly. His pretty face, nice body, amazing voice, everything. Then I opened my eyes, but I expected to see my friend again. Instead I was looking at a script for some new episodes of Arrow.

 “What is this suppose to mean?” was the first thought that was on my mind. “Colton?” my voice sounded different. More mature. And more Colton!!! I looked at my body. “Yes!!! I am in his body!” It wasn’t exactly what I meant to be close to him, but it is the best thing that could happen. To be honest, I couldn’t be more closer now. 

I got up and headed to the mirror. “Wow, look at that body” I took off my clothes.

Originally posted by all-about-colton

“Fuck! I am so hot! And this body is all mine. Under my control. I can do whatever I want with it. Touch your… my handsome face. Flex my muscles, kiss my biceps, touch my dick and jerk off my dick.”  That was an area that I wanted to focus on now.

I lied in his bed. Jerking offf for dozens of minutes. I still touched my new body everywhere. Enjoying the new feeling of my skin. The dick was so huge that compared to my old one was like comparing a needle to a pencil.

“Fuck. That was amazing. This body has an amazing stamina. No. I have an amazing stamina.” My monolg was interrupted by a ringing phone. I looked at it and saw my old number. 

“Hello, this is Colton Haynes, Who is there?”

“Give me my body back! You can’t do this. Please, just give it back.” answered my old body with terrified voice.

“Ehm… yeah, I don’t think that is gonna happen. Enjoy your new life.” I put the phone away and continued to explore MY body.

I guess my obsession is cured now.

Seriously? Alec was in love with the “idea of Jace” not with Jace himself? Well, considering that he has known Jace for 10+ years and I bet that he has seen Jace drunk and sick and puking and and rude and whatnot, I think that any kind of an idealized vision of Jace went out of the window a long time ago. 

It’s okay to love someone and then move on when they don’t reciprocate your interest. One doesn’t need to cheapen Alec’s feelings for Jace just to validate his love for Magnus, really.

Remind Me When I'm Sober

You stumble into the living room of the tower and laugh, louder than you meant to. It was Natasha’s Bachelorette party and things had gotten a bit out of hand. Nat had seemed fine but you were definitely drunk. You reach for a glass and watch as it slips slow motion out of your grasp. A silver hand catches it when it’s level with your belly button.
“Hey.” Bucky says softly, his eyes tired, “Are you okay?”
“Oh my god. Bucky. Buck Buck Bucky.” You loudly whisper. “Hi.”
“Are you okay?” He asks again looking concerned.
“Oh yes. I’m feeling floaty!” You giggle and grab his metal arm, “I love this thing. It’s so bad ass. Like wow. I mean wow.”
“Were you at Nat’s party?”
“Maaaaaaybe.” You draw out the word looking up at him through your lashes. “You are so handsome Bucky.” You admit poking his chest. You were kind of keeping that to yourself until now apparently.
“How much did you drink?”
“As much as Nat. Vodka. I love vodka.”
“Alright, let’s get you some water.” He says pulling the glass from the counter and putting it away. He grabs one of the plastic ones that Sam brought, the Avengers Edition ones from some food chain. It’s got Hawkeye’s face on it.
“Oh hey! It’s Natasha’s lover! I wish you were my lover.” You blurt as he passes you the cup. You drink from it then pass it back.
“All of it.” He commands giving it back to you.
“Buckeroo.” You say after taking a pull of the water, “I know you hate me but I love you. I think you’re so, so great. Like so great. And your metal arm is so sexy! And your long hair looks so soft I just wanna, ugh!” You admit and he stares at you in surprise.
“You, you love me?”
“Hell yes I do Buckers.” You affirm.
“What are the chances you remember this in the morning?”
“I dunno. I like it when you call me doll. Why don’t you do that anymore?” You murmur tracing a finger along one of the joints in his arm.
“Can you repeat this to me when your sober?”
“Remind me.” You say running your finger along the red star by his shoulder.
“Okay, I can say hey doll,” you hum in appreciation, “I know this might be embarrassing but will you tell me you love me again?”
“I like it when you call me doll.” You mutter and he laughs softly.
“Finish your water doll. I want to get you to bed.”
“We’re going to bed?” You look up at him hopeful.
“Yea, you in your bed. Me in mine.”
“I knew it. You hate me.”
“No I don’t. Quite the opposite actually but if I spend the night in your bed it’s going to be hard for me to keep my hands off of you. And there’s this thing called consent and you can’t give it when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.” You pout and he chuckles again.
“Yes you are doll. I’m pretty glad you are because now I know you love me.”
“Who told you that?” You demand in surprise.
“You did.”
“I did?”
“Yea doll.” He’s got a grin on his face that’s contagious, you smile back at him. “Did you finish the whole cup?”
“I don’t want more.” You pout.
“You don’t want a hangover in the morning either.”
“Will you cuddle with me until I sleep?”
“If you finish your water.”
“Okay.” You agree finishing the last of your water. You put the cup gently in the sink then take his arm and let him lead you to your room. Your feet don’t seem to want to cooperate like normal and you trip over the change from tile to carpet. Bucky keeps you upright then bends down with a soft sigh and picks you up, cradling you against him. When he enters your room he sets you gently on the bed and you peel off your shoes then the tight skirt you’d worn out. You glance up, only then remembering Bucky was in the room and see that he’s turned around, his back facing you. You giggle and pull the tight top and your bra off pulling your large tshirt on then flopping onto the bed to tug on your shorts you hear him laugh softly.
“Are you wearing clothes again?”
“Yes.” You huff and true to his word Bucky lays down next to you on your bed. You loop an arm around his waist and rest your head on his chest. He doesn’t seem uncomfortable. Maybe just surprised. You sigh contentedly then drift off to sleep.
When you wake your head is pounding and someone else is in your bed. Who is in your bed? You crack your eyes open and are stunned to see Bucky staring down at you.
“Morning doll.” His mouth turns up at your confused expression.
“Why are you here?”
“I tried to leave but every time I went to go you’d let out this sad little noise and I couldn’t leave. I felt too bad.”
“But why are you here?”
“You asked me to come. How much do you remember?”
“I remember the limo dropping me off and Jarvis letting me in. You gave me some water and we talked about-” oh god. You told him you loved him, and that you liked when he called you doll. Oh god. Oh shit.
“Hey doll. I know this might be embarrassing but will you tell me you love me again?”
“Shit. Oh shit Bucky, I’m sorry.” You say covering your face with your hands.
“Is it true? Or was that just drunk you?”
“It’s true.” You mutter.
“Good.” You look up at him in surprise and he presses his lips to yours. “I love you too.”

Okay, but really. 

This means that Viktor knew the whole time that Yuri had something very powerful, very sexual, hidden deep inside under the insecurities. He knew it, because he had seen it and had already fallen just a little bit in love with drunk Yuri. You could see it in his eyes, the way he just… changed. I think that was the moment, when drunk Yuri was just hanging off of him waggling his ass and drunk as a skunk, when Viktor realized that Yuri stole a little piece of him.

Of course he looked upset at the Tokyo Worlds. Yuri wasn’t there. He was on Yuri’s home turf and all he could no doubtedly think about was the drunk Japanese man from before, and how he was so devastated that he didn’t even want to take a photo… 

Viktor wanted that photo…

No wonder he looked so… off. He had a lot of shit on his mind…. including Yuri. 


(Don’t get me wrong, but the drunk night happened before he bombed, right? Imagine what a mess Yuri felt… not only did he do something so shameful, but he also messed up his skate later on. If it happened after, it is still super awkward because no doubt Viktor was confused as to what he did wrong and then he has his hands full of drunk Yuri.)

I remember Viktor saying how he could see Yuri. None of us knew why, but now we do.

He always saw Yuri… Even before Yuri knew it. 

So.

Of course he dropped everything the minute he saw Yuri skate. He knew it, then and there. 

This was what he was missing.

Viktor fell in love first… is canon, now? 

spirit-of-the-deer  asked:

Are you still doing the number thing with a ship? If so, please do 41 sheith!! ❤

I am! 

41. Are they party-goers? What are they like when they’re drunk? Does it happen often?

Okay Shiro is a social butterfly at parties and it drives Keith nuts. I don’t feel like Shiro would like to drink, I’m sure he likes to stay in full control of his mind and body and wouldn’t really like the feel of intoxication. He’s totally the dad friend at parties, making sure everyone gets home okay. When forced to participate in large social gatherings Keith occasionally gets white girl wasted. Not because he wants to, but because he has an extremely low alcohol tolerance and one way or another gets caught in a drinking contest with Lance. Keith is a super gushy drunk (”Takashi, I love you sooooo much.” “I know, I know.”), and Shiro secretly loves it but Keith is always super embarrassed the next morning. 

crystalchimera  asked:

Top 5 Zarc moments. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

i’m not drunk enough for this but fine here’s some minimal effort list as i suffer

1. okay straight up my fav is when ray splits him up the first time 

like he is so fucking pissed and i love it. plus… that face. *okay hands emoji x10*

also you can hear as he begins to split up the 4 voices of the yuu boys it’s like… their first words C:

2. in the episode right after that when he pops up in the middle of the duel just to say “hi” in the form of asking who the fuck split him up and victimizing himself which oh my god he may be a douchebag but he’s not wrong?! how the hell

3. in ep 140, when he’s about to die again and he says all he wants/wanted was to make those who treated him like a toy suffer. like.there he goes again. victimizing himself again. and again he’s not wrong fUCK

4. his duel with jack & gongenzaka and pretty much everything he said that episode lmao A+ shit right there. favs are his “i’m praising you” and “here thanks for the entertainment have some zetsubou”. oh yeah oh yeah also “you want my entertainment? fine but my style of entertainment is a bit violent, just saying…” like stfu you sass master

5. this:

like jfc ur so full of yourself stfu.

shout out also to that time he was like “hitotsu ni”

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Our pictures with sir Alex Turner, taken after the show at the Olympia Theatre (Paris) by his girlfriend, Taylor Bagley. We met them in such random and weird conditions but that was amazing, they were so nice. Alex was so drunk but he still asked if we were okay, reassured us and hugged us before taking the picture when he saw that we were so nervous and surprised. Such a cool dude.
We would have loved to meet Miles but I think he was already on his way to the airport.
The greatest songwriter of his generation. Thank you for your amazing and inspiring work.

anonymous asked:

oh my god I just found your charliemac 8tracks playlist... where's the fanfiction for this. (would u mind explaining ur song choices? even just if one line fits I'm curious. whenever you have time, doesn't have to be with this ask)

omg sure!! the fanfiction… does not exist but maybe it will someday

okay so when i make 8tracks playlists i generally try to go for some sort of narrative with the songs? the narrative in charlie confesses his feelings for mac is that he’s always had this kinda-sorta crush/love/whatever you call it for mac and then finally one night, while drunk as a skunk, he actually tells mac. to charlie’s surprise, mac reciprocates and the two of them end up together!

song choices

  • yellow cat/red cat- this song just screams charlie to me in general (as do a LOT of say anything songs tbh). it’s less about charlie and mac in this context and more just about charlie’s life
  • unconsolable- “i hope we stay thick as thieves” is a pretty charliemac line i thing? and the song is about someone important in the speaker’s life feeling, well, unconsolable. i personally hc mac as having had sexuality-related breakdowns with charlie when they were younger, which is where this fits in. alternately, i guess you could flip it and have it be about mac comforting charlie one night when he gets too wasted
  • modern world- another one that’s just to set up charlie/the world. it’s about feeling sad and poor and left behind and forgotten which i think describes not just charlie and not even just charlie and mac but really the entire gang?
  • a daydream away- it’s a song about getting happy drunk together with someone you like and thinking about how much you wanna be with them but also about how overwhelming the idea of being with them is…. need i say more
  • skeleton- most tfb songs are also good grounds to be charlie/charliemac songs which is most of the reason this is here
  • i wanna be yours- it’s another song with that sentiment of wanting to be with someone and i just think the sort of drugged-out melancholy this song has going on is really fitting
  • claustrophobia- see yellow cat/red cat and modern world. i think this is just a really good charlie kelly song. particularly the line “the claws are slowly sinking in” could be interpreted as charlie talking about nightman nightmares
  • i’m low on gas and you need a jacket- it’s a song about getting fucked up and missing a former lover…. the line “all these cold empty mattresses and falling stars” in particular struck me as being appropriate for the tone of this playlist
  • neighbors- this one is such a jarring tone shift from the songs that come before it but i intended it to represent the inciting incident that gets charlie drunk enough to finally tell mac
  • the kids are all fucked up- i mean i think the title alone on this one is pretty self-explanatory
  • flashlight- see skeleton. i just really like this song i don’t think there was any really strong lyrical reason that i included this one
  • bail me out- charlie asking mac to help him out, whether in regards to his feelings or to how damn fucked up he is
  • bed sores- it’s a song about childhood friends hanging out in the suburbs and lamenting about how weird and surreal their lives are and how they kind of expected that they’d be doing more with themselves by this point. could also be mac bringing charlie back to the apartment to take care of him
  • always- charlie talking about how he’s always had a thing for mac. he wouldn’t do it nearly as beautifully as this song does though lmao
  • it’s not a side effect of the cocaine- similar to bed sores in that it’s two people discussing the trajectory of their lives and their bond. also this song is just objectively gay that’s all i really have to say
  • aquaman- themes of trying something you’ve been afraid to do aside (charlie telling mac, mac being with a guy), there’s just a really cute charliemac amv set to this song on youtube and i like the song
  • back to life- just like….. the two of them rallying their now-gay asses and reviving the party or whatever the hell prompted charlie to get so fucked up in the first place
  • the richest kids- this song, like modern world, is about feeling sort of lost from time and poor and forgotten about, but in a MUCH happier way than modern world tells it
  • summertime- this song always sounded like it was an exchange between lifelong friends and possible lovers to me so it was a fitting choice
  • your old man- partybaby just feels like being two broke kids out on the streets enjoying your lives together. also “do you ever talk to your old man? and does he understand what we do on the weekends?” sounds like a HELL of a thing for charlie to say to mac
  • renegades- it’s about feeling like outcasts together but being empowered by that and vowing to never change….. mac and charlie’s white trash asses

thanks so much for asking!! i forgot about this playlist tbh but i do still have a pretty big soft spot for it as you can see haha

anonymous asked:

What do you think Bray Wyatt is like in bed?

Okay Im home now but I’m still a lil drunk so lets do this

  • DOMINANT ASF OKAY
  • Feasibly with a Daddy kink (sshh dont judge me)
  • Probably prefers to take things slow but still rough
  • very vocal even if he’s quiet. he’s just always making some kind of noise
  • praises you constantly
  • probs loves it when you ride him in his rocking chair
  • will eat you out like a pro and loves it
  • loves to worship your body
  • in short getting plowed by Bae Wyatt is probs damn near a religious experience and I plan to find out 

anonymous asked:

133

hope this is okay :)

“I guess, you got sick of me, huh?”

Jasmine isn’t sure why she agrees to meet Anthony at the diner they used to frequent far too often when they were young and in love.

It’s a text from him that she gets when it’s nearing midnight that she leaves unanswered, figuring he was drunk. She wakes up to another text asking the same question, and that’s the one she answers, agreeing to meet him at the diner later that afternoon.

Anthony walks in at the exact time he says he’ll be there, not surprised to see Jasmine already in a booth, always wanting to be early to everything. She stands up to give him a quick hug before they slide back into their sides of the booth, Anthony’s smile infectious as he looks across the table at her.

“I didn’t think you were going to come,” He confesses, the two of them ordering the same food they always had, Jasmine taking a sip of her water.

“I wasn’t sure I wanted to,” She replies, Anthony taking a deep breath as he nodded.

“I miss you, Jas,” Anthony confesses in what may be the least romantic fashion he thinks is possible, Jasmine sighing from the other side of the table.

She had broken it off a few months prior, feeling like their relationship had gotten to a point where they needed to go their separate ways. Both of them were heartbroken, but Anthony had never lost faith that he’d be able to get them back together.

“I know you said it was for the best, but I was still in love with you, Jasmine. I still am,” He laughs, shaking his head as he takes a quick sip of his water. “I guess, you got sick of me, huh?”

“Anthony,” Jasmine immediately counters, looking up at him, the hurt evident behind her eyes. “I didn’t get sick of you. I don’t think I could ever get sick of you,” She sighs, sitting up just a little straighter.

“I just, we were fighting a lot more. I didn’t know what to do besides ask for a break. I thought it was what was best for us.”

“We could’ve worked through it. You didn’t even give us a chance, Jasmine. You just went right to the worst case scenario for both of us,” He argues, keeping his voice low so the diners around them didn’t hear.

“I know, it was stupid,” She sighs, confessing the one thing that had been plaguing her mind the last few months. The table falls silent for a moment, the two of them trying to gauge where they wanted to go from here.

“I want to give us another chance, another shot at making this work.” Anthony’s voice fills the otherwise quiet table, Jasmine looking up at him. “We don’t have to rush back into this, we don’t have to call each other a couple if you don’t want. I just, I can’t keep acting like what we did was the right thing when we both know it’s not.”

Jasmine lets the silence fall between them for a moment, taking a deep breath as she contemplates everything running through her mind. She finally nods, looking up to give him the smallest of smiles that she manages to muster.

“Okay,” She whispers, smiling wider now that she’s said it out loud. “But we’re taking it slow.” Anthony nods quickly at her request, reaching across the table to hold her hand, squeezing it gently.

There were a million scenarios that ran through Anthony’s mind as he made his way to the diner earlier that afternoon, but the one that had actually come out of them reuniting had been the one that he had been praying for the most, and the one that he was the happiest had come true.

"I don’t fall in love" part 3

A/N: here’s part 3 (the last part) it’s quite short sorry :))

part 1

part 2

Michael and I hadn’t talked properly since his last text three months ago. He was officially dating that girl he went off with that day in the library.

I tried to get over him but at night time I found my thoughts drifting back to him, his face appearing in my dreams- those five words haunting my mind ‘I don’t fall in love’

I wonder if he loved her. He can’t if he doesn’t fall in love- or maybe that just applied to me. He couldn’t fall in love with me because I wasn’t good enough for him.

It was 10pm on a Saturday night when I next heard from him.

Drunk text obviously - a mistake he didn’t mean to send to me- it was obviously meant for her so I ignored it.

I love you. Okay, I don’t fall in love but you changed me and I’m so fucking in love with you and I’m sorry for pushing you away I’m so fucking sorry just please - I need to know if you love me back - Michael

It was another Saturday when I got another text from him.

Why didn’t you reply- you’ve made me look like an idiot, you could have just said you didn’t love me instead of ignoring me, please just reply i need to know. - Michael

I decided to reply this time and make him realise he had the wrong number .

I think you sent it to the wrong number Michael. - y/n

My phone beeped seconds later as if he was sat waiting for a reply.

No, it’s not y/n I mean it, I love you- Michael

Are you drunk- y/n

Yes- Michael

Then it’s not true, go home and sober up then go back to ignoring me and being with her -y/n

Drunken words are always true y/n, don’t you love me?- Michael

I didn’t reply after that not knowing whether by telling him the truth I would end up hurt, he was drunk I couldn’t trust his words.

It was Monday when I saw him. He looked terrible as he walked into school, his head facing the floor so no one could see his face. I turned to my locker away from where Michael was walking- pulling out my maths text book.

Suddenly my locker door was slammed shut causing people around me to look over at the loud sound. A blush rose to my cheeks from the attention before everyone looked away seeing it was me- boring old me.

I looked to see the source of who slammed my locker door seeing it was Michael. Up close I could see his eyes were rimmed red with purple bags under his eyes indicating lack of sleep.

“Michael?” I asked confused. We hadn’t talked face- to -face for a few months.

“Y/n” he spat angrily.

“How are you?” I asked awkwardly.

He gave a sarcastic laugh as the bell rung for first period. I left Michael at my locker walking to my first lesson. I could tell he was following me. The hall way was now empty as I was running late for maths as it was the furthest away from my locker.

I was suddenly slammed gently into the wall of the corridor.

“For fuck sake Michael, I need to go to maths” I groaned

“And I need to talk to you.” He said irritated

“Can’t we talk later-”

“No. We’re skipping first period” he demanded. He looked around him quickly to make sure nobody was around before grabbing my wrist - gently, and pulling me into the stock room full of old text books and pads of paper.

Shutting the door behind us Michael let out a frustrated sound.

“Fuck” he cursed under his breath before staring at me and shaking his head.

“What are you doing to me” he mumbled stepping closer and resting his hand on my cheek.

“Michael” I whispered

He took my school bag off my shoulder - discarding it on the floor along with his.

Both his hands came up to cup both my cheeks as he leaned in close so our foreheads were nearly touching.

“You’re driving me crazy” he whispered “but I need you to tell me” he said brushing his lips gently against mine hesitantly.

“Tell you what?” I whispered back.

“That you love me back” he said

I squeezed my eyes shut to hide myself away from his intense stare.

“Please” he whispered feeling his breath hit my cheek, sending goosebumps along my skin.

“Michael- I tried to get over you- you didn’t speak to me for so long and what about that other girl- ”

“No- she means nothing- I don’t care about her, it’s you I love, I love you okay, I can’t stand rejection, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fall in love again” he whispered “please tell me you didn’t get over me” he whispered sadly still extremely close to my face.

“Of course I didn’t get over you- it’s you- you were the first person to ever take interest in me- to show me how to live for a while, you were my first ever friend- I’m so in love with you Michael, it hurts so bad because you don’t fall in love” I whispered feeling a few tears fall down my face.

His thumb came up to wipe it away, one of his hand falling from my cheek to the back of my neck.

“I didn’t think I could fall in love, I thought it was impossible, but you made me fall in love, aren’t you listening to me? I love you y/n” He said leaning forward o try and kiss me.

But I turned my face, his lips landing on my cheek as he leaned his forehead against mine cursing under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” He asked concerned “I thought you loved me”

“I do, but what if I’m not a very good kisser- I’ve never-”

He cut me off by placing his lips straight onto mine, his lips were a mixture of soft and rough- contrasting with each other and making me melt into him. My body became weak as his body pressed close to mine, pushing me further into the wall.

His hand was still resting at the back of my neck, playing with my hair while his hand that was previously on my cheek pulled me closer to him by the small of my back.

Pulling away he smiled gently at me- it was a true Michael smile. One that I loved a lot.

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bellarke + "‘i didn’t want to tell my friend who my real date last night was so i just pointed at a random stranger (you) but now they’re storming over to interrogate you and you’re playing along??? okay’ au" <3

There are three things that Bellamy is absolutely certain of when it comes to Nathan Miller: one, he’s a terrible, raucous drunk. Two, he tends to break out into Shakespearean style monologues when he is; which, while annoying, is mostly tolerable.

And three? He gets insufferable about Bellamy’s lack of a love life. Which, yeah, is a lot less tolerable.

(He suspects that most of it has to do with how happy Miller is with Bryan right now, almost like he’s guilty about how good he has it going for him. It’s three hundred shades of stupid, but he doubts that anything he could say would convince Miller otherwise.)

It’s a combination of all these factors that leads him to this moment, really, lying his face off about having gone on a date recently.

“Do I know her?” Miller hiccups, breaking the seal off his fourth bottle of beer. “Or him? I feel like I would because you hate new people. You think new people suck. That’s why we’re friends.”

Extricating the bottle from Miller’s grip, he gives an absentminded shrug. “Uh, yeah. One of the regulars here at the bar, actually.”

His eyes go wide at that. “Is it Lincoln? No. Sterling. Bryan. Shit, no. That’s my boyfriend.”

“I feel like Bryan would date me,” he muses, busying himself with peeling the label off the bottle. “I mean, if the circumstances were different. We’re both dark-haired and grouchy. We’d make a good team.”

“Ha,” he grunts, swiping the bottle back from him. “You’re funny. So who is it?”

Swallowing, he gives a surreptitious glance throughout the room, finally settling on the blonde in the corner. He’s seen her a few times before, usually alone, pretty in a way that made him sit up straighter and take notice. He’d ask her out if she didn’t glare daggers at anyone who tried remotely to approach her.

“Blonde in the corner,” he says affirmatively, raking his fingers through the bowl of half-empty peanuts. “But yeah, it didn’t work out. Don’t think she enjoyed herself much.”

The scoff he lets out is downright indignant. “She didn’t?”

“I mean, yeah, but—” he breaks off when he realizes that Miller’s staring at her, chest puffed out and brows scrunched together, as if steeling himself for a fight. He tries again, “Anyway it’s fine, and—”

But Miller’s already stomping off, leaving a trail of people in his wake and Bellamy gaping, still rooted to his seat.

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The most beautiful thing about living with your boyfriend/girlfriend is the fact that you get to know each other in every perspective; While being sick, sleepy, mad, sad, drunk, happy, stressed, anxious, grumpy or just when he/she is being an annoying prick. And, what’s the beautiful part about all that? Well, still after all those different moody moments, fights and loads of tears you’ll still love him/her. And that’s what loves about; seeing the one you love, crawling over the floor, drunk after a night out with his/her friends. Tears in her/his eyes when he/she is stressed, sad, tired. Being there for the one you love, and always respect and show that you care when he/she needs it. It’s a constant fight, but it’s worth it. Some moments are amazing, and you don’t have to do anything - everything is perfect. Then, the next second it’s not - nothing’s working right, you’re fighting like crazy, yelling at each other. It seems like this is it, but no; it’s always gonna make its way through, and get perfect again. Love is all about not giving up, fighting for the one you love, and then, show it.