the way he says 'he doesn't even see you'

anonymous asked:

For me 'Woman' is one of the songs on the album most about his relationship with Louis - he doesn't want to see Louis with the women has to publicly be with and it's agonising for him when he does. 'He's right where I should be' - ie Harry is saying he should always be by his side but instead you (the person to whom he is speaking) is instead. Part 1

‘Apologies are never going to fix this’ - I get the feeling so many people have said to them 'sorry but it has to be this way’, 'sorry but she had to hold his hand/be with him at that event (even though it should have been you)’ (and to some extent he understands that) but apologies don’t make it any less horrifyingly sad for them. Part 2

The last part 'this thing upon me howls like a beast, you flower you feast’ kills me. It feels an animalistic anguished cry - he watches whilst the person (who is allowed to publicly be at Louis’ side - Woman) flourishes at their expense. Incredible songwriting in my opinion. Part 3/3 thanks for reading.

If I Could Tell Him
  • Zoe: No, Evan....Connor <i>does</i> like you. A lot.
  • Evan: Connor Murphy? Likes me? How?
  • Zoe: Ugh, um...well...
  • He says,
  • There's nothing like your smile,
  • Sort of subtle and perfect and real...
  • And he says,
  • You don't know how wonderful
  • That smile can make a person feel
  • And he knows,
  • That you knows every tree
  • Every type across the ocean or sea-
  • *flashback*
  • Connor:
  • And I notice,
  • that whenever he gets bored,
  • He scribbles notes on the cuffs of his jeans...
  • Zoe:
  • But he keeps it all inside his head,
  • What he sees he leaves unsaid
  • And though he wants to
  • He won't talk to you
  • He can't find the way
  • But he will always say....
  • Connor:
  • If I could tell him,
  • Everything I see
  • If I could tell him,
  • How he's everything to me
  • But we're a million worlds apart,
  • And I don't know where I would start,
  • If I could tell him....
  • Evan: Um...does he s-say anything else? About me?
  • Zoe: Hm?
  • Evan: No, sorry, i-it doesn't-!
  • Zoe:
  • Well, he thinks
  • That you looked really cute
  • When you tucked that flower behind your ear
  • Evan: O-oh, Mom did that...
  • Zoe:
  • He told me when you look at him,
  • It's like the rest of the world isn't even there.
  • Connor:
  • If I could tell him...
  • But what to do when there's this great divide?
  • Evan: He just seems to h-hate me...
  • Connor:
  • And what to do when that distance is too wide?
  • Evan: But was he just afraid...?
  • Zoe: He just wants to say,
  • He loves you
  • He loves you
  • He loves you
  • Connor: I love you
  • But we're a million worlds apart
  • And I dunno where I would even start...
  • If I could tell him....
  • Connor: Wait, Zoe, what the fuck are you-
  • Evan: You like me?
  • Connor: what
  • Zoe: what

You have a brilliant mind, Sameen. And you’re very gifted. But you’ll never be a doctor.

The Devil’s Share - Person of Interest 3x10

anonymous asked:

Prompt! Isak loves to wear Even's hoodie/sweater, he feels comfy and protected? He wears all the time, it's a little big for him but he doesn't care. And Even loves to see him wear his clothes.

“That’s mine,” Even says suddenly, narrowing his eyes. Isak scoffs, but a blush starts to creep onto his cheeks. 

“Nei.” He tries to sound shocked, but he always has a way of overdoing it when he’s lying. Even smiles, giving a soft little laugh. He pokes Isak in the chest.

“That’s my sweatshirt. You stole it.” The younger boy shakes his head, frowning.

“Pretty sure it’s mine.” He shifts on the bed, so he’s facing Even more directly. They’re lying next to each other, watching some movie Even insisted on. Isak doesn’t care for movies much, but he’ll take any excuse to lie around with Even for a few hours.

“Then I must own an identical one,” Even says, and Isak shrugs.

“Makes sense.”

“Mine’s been missing for a little while though.” His fingers are running through Isak’s hair, lazy and slow.

“That’s too bad.” Even leans toward him, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. Then, the corner of his mouth. Isak turns his head, trying to meet his lips. Even pulls back though, just slightly, and Isak pouts.

“It’s too big for you, you know,” Even says, and Isak rolls his eyes, sighing.

“Ja,” he says, exaggerating. “That makes it better.”

“When did you steal it?”

“You…slept over. Last week. And I might’ve taken it after we got out of the shower. Maybe.” Even laughs, and Isak smiles. “It smells good.”

“You can keep it,” he says, brushing a strand of Isak’s hair out of his face. The younger boy lets out a nervous laugh, blush deepening.

“No, I was…I was just playing around, you can have it back,” he says, almost flustered, and Even smiles.

“I know. It looks good on you though.” Isak covers his face with one hand, even the tips of his ears are red. He’s smiling so wide Even can see his teeth, just barely.

“Stop it,” he says, and Even kisses his forehead.

“Love you. Even if you’re a thief.” Isak tilts his head back, looking him in the eye.

“Love you too.”

vicchan-and-yuuri  asked:

I'm dying from second-hand embarrassment from your last chapter of htmf. Also I always kind of had a head canon that Yuuri likes horror films but Victor can't stand them. Yuri probably doesn't like them but says things like "it wasn't even scary."

Haha I’m glad you liked it!!!! You’re totally right about the horror movie thing…. Here is how it goes down. Every. Single. Time.

1. Victor watches a horror movie trailer. He is ENTRANCED. Needs to go see that movie. Buys tickets rights away, tugs on Yuuri’s arm so that Yuuri can help him pick the seats. Yuuri already knows how this is going to go down, but he indulges his fiancé anyway.

2. The movie itself. They make their way to the theater, take their seats. Victor gets two extra large popcorns (one for the previews and one for the actual movie, of course). He holds Yuuri’s hand and whispers that this is going to be a great movie, he can tell. He tells Yuuri that Yuuri can put his head on his shoulder if he gets scared. Yuuri sighs. He knows what happens next.

3. Victor is shaking. He clutches Yuuri’s arm and hides his face in his neck, jolting every time there’s a loud noise from the screen. Yuuri puts an arm around his shoulders and takes another bite of popcorn. It’s not a bad movie, Yuuri just can’t really invest himself in it. Too predictable. “Is it almost over?” Victor asks. Somebody behind them shushes them. Victor jolts at the noise. Yuuri rubs his back soothingly. It occurs to him that he could suggest that they leave early, but he knows Victor has too much pride.

4. During the walk back to the car, Victor is shook. Yuuri keeps rubbing his arm, absent-mindedly asking him about what he thought of the characters, the plot, but Victor tells him all he remembers is the blood. He says, quietly, “Why did we come and see this? Why not La La Land?” Yuuri shuts his eyes for a brief moment, remembering that he loves Victor and all of his flaws, and then they make their way home.

5. That night, Victor doesn’t sleep. Yuuri holds him in his arms and Victor insists that they keep the lamp on. His eyes flicker about the room. Yuuri brushes his hair out of his eyes and insists that he’s safe. “What if you’re not safe?” Victor asks, analytical and wary of the shadows around them. Yuuri insists that he’s safe, too, and that Makkachin will ward off the evils of the night. After casting Makkachin a suspicious raised eyebrow, Victor finally falls asleep. A week later, a trailer is released for a new horror movie. Yuuri face-palms.

Every time I see an AU or something where Keith is like, flirty/sexual/experienced I just like……omg that’s so silly to me??? Boy can’t even understand ‘when I say vol you say tron’, what makes you think he’s got the ability to seduce the pants off of someone. No. This boy is unfortunately pure and Lance would probably call his dick 'lance jr’ or something and Keith would think he was talking about his pet lizard or something. Someone help this boy

When Another Man Hits On You (Be My Princess 2)
  • Hayden: Fake. He's practically sparkling with the fake smile he only has when he's so upset that he doesn't want anyone to notice. The minute you see it, you immediately know something is wrong. "Nothing's wrong darling, but prepare yourself, I'm not letting you sleep tonight."
  • Kuon: Mad. He's practically seething in rage as he stomps over to the man keeping you from him. A strong hand rests on the frazzled mans shoulder, as his eyes glow red. "I think, you should get away from my girl."
  • Oliver: Pouting. It's not like he can do anything when a king from a neighboring nation is flirting with you. Especially when Altaria needs a positive relation with them. Of course the straw is broken when he actually touches your arm. "I'm sorry, but my princess and I have a prior appointment to reach."
  • Sieg: Over Protective. Afterwords, he won't let you out of his sight. He can't believe he let some creep actually touch your arm, it don't matter that the bar was crowded or that you were on your way back from the ladies room. He should have protected you. "Wait I'll come with you!"
  • Ivan: Silent. He's completely silent as the diplomat continues to make lewd comments about your body. Even though he knows that the diplomat is only speaking freely because he doesn't know he's listening, his knuckles can't help but itch. When he finally catches the diplomat, he flashes him a smile and says: "I don't think you should worry about my princesses, as you said, 'perky ass' because her taste is far too exquisite for someone of your caliber."
  • Aslan: Calm. He minds a little, but as you approach him, cheeks bright red carrying a scrap of blue paper, he can't help but smile. He can't even begin to imagine how beautiful you must feel right now. He doesn't like the idea of another man making you feel that way. But seeing how flattered you are, makes him happy. "You look so beautiful, my princess."
  • A/N: sorry if this kind of sucks, most of these are set in a bar.
  • -SKY

Nnoitra’s feelings ( hatred ) towards Nelliel.

     [ Nnoitra absolutely hates Nelliel ( like he says many times ). Why does he hate her? It’s not just because she is female, or because she’s ranked higher than him. Nnoitra never appears to have a problem with any of the other Espada, and not even Harribel, who holds the same rank as Nelliel. So, why does he hate her? It’s because she is bringing him down. Nnoitra’s urge to fight her is not without reason. For him, it’s simple self-defense. Mentally and verbally, SHE is attacking HIM. Like he says in canon, being pitied is worse than stepping on an open wound. It hurts him so much.

     Nnoitra needs to feel strong. It’s the only thing that matters to him ( evident from how he keeps calling himself the ‘ strongest espada ). So Nelliel talking down on him makes him literally suicidal. Whether or not he wanted to die before his interactions with her, is anyone’s guess ( personally I HC that he was always keen on dying ), but, for him to ADMIT something like that out loud, is nothing other than a cry for help. When he literally says to her that he WANTS TO DIE, he’s trying to tell her how she makes him feel. It’s a silent ( desperate ) plea for her to stop. Nnoitra even tries to kill himself at one point, and Nelliel saves him. It doesn’t seem like she understands him at all, seeing as she keeps on mentally and verbally abusing him. Nnoitra pays her back as best he can, by being physical. But, seeing as she is stronger than him, it’s HE who ends up beaten, and that only makes him feel worse. Nnoitra just wants her dead and gone, out of his life, because she is making him want to die. To him ( like he says ) fighting her is instinct -SURVIVAL INSTINCT.

     Nnoitra’s intense hatred for Nelliel is proven by how he tries to kill her. For someone like Nnoitra to go to someone and ask for help - that is a big thing. Nnoitra asked Szayel, who, at the time, wasn’t even an Espada, for help to bring down Nelliel. THAT’S how much he needed her gone. In the end, he gets what he wants, and wins his battle against her. But, for him, it’s not a complete win. Which is why he doesn’t kill her. He wants her to regain her strength and fight him again so that he can win properly, to prove to both her and himself that he is STRONG.]

GOT7 reaction to your new boyfriend after you breakup with them

Anonymous said to reactionsthatigot-7:

Got7 gif reaction to your new boyfriend after going through a break up with them

Sorry for not posting last night, hopefully i can make it up today. 
not been feeling my best, but posting does help :P 
I hope you like this anon, thanks for the request :)
~Ahgase Omma


He looks at the guy with a slight twinge of disgust, knowing what boyfriend and girlfriends do. he doesn't resent you or regret it he’s just a little sickened by the thought.


he’s more annoyed by the choice of person. he doesn’t see the connection between him and the new guy, constantly seeing the annoying part to him, and thinking ‘i was like that, why is she dating him?’


Out right annoyed that him knowing about your new BF  would be a good idea. he gets a little protective but hates the fact that 1) he does and 2) tha he can’t do anything about it.


Classic judgey jinyoung, constantly looking the guy up and down, or just stone faced when you mention him, he doesn’t want to hear it, but he doesn’t want you push you away by stopping you from talking about it.


Theres a clear grimace on his face, he doesn’t like the idea of you two kissing, even if he doesn’t have a particular issue with the guy, just the idea of you two together is repulsive.


Batman style angst, but the teen version, he mopes around with a brooding look on his face, he doesn't say anything he just listen to you with a thought of ‘why him?’


He tries his best to see the amusing side to it, even if it seems a bit harsh ‘I’m way better than that guy’, ‘she’s made a big mistake’ he’ll stick around to see who things unfold, if things go well then he’ll back off slowly, but if they don’t then he’ll be there for you.

Gifs are not my own

When I meet men
  • Me: Ooh he's cute. And funny! And I think we'd get along really well.
  • Brain: He doesn't see you the same way.
  • Me: How do you know? I should just ask him out.
  • Brain: He's just going to say no and then be afraid of you.
  • Me: Shut up, brain. It'll be fine.
  • Brain: Even in the off chance he's interested in you, what are the odds he's interested in not having sex?
  • Me: ...
  • Me: Fuck.
  • Brain: ... is a thing he'd eventually be interested in doing. Best keep your mouth shut.
  • s1-s4 chandler: cute, such a sweetie, that dorky boy you'd see at school and want to fall in love with over a cup of coffee
  • s5-s7 chandler: has you gripped onto every word he says, eyes like galaxies because of the way he looks at monica, still tells biting jokes but they've gotten even funnier
  • s8-s10 chandler: the ultimate husband. the ultimate dad. the ultimate best friend. synonymous to everything. doesn't need the world because he already has his.
Even if Beth doesn't come back will forever have this quote from AMC

“Beth and Daryl eventually find their way to a well-kept funeral home. Daryl implies that he has feelings for her”


It’s canon, Daryl feel in love with Beth. Plain to see.

anonymous asked:

What's horrible about FS is when she calls out OQ everyone praises her, even if what she's saying is so hurtful and horrible. There's way to tell OQ he's doing the wrong thing without hurting him, but she WANTS to hurt him. I remember when Barry told him that 'he doesn't use his personal tragedies as an excuse to torture people'. THAT'S how to call out OQ's behaviour. Not pot shots at his PTSD or his son. It addresses his emotions are valid but it's not an excuse.

Bless you, anon, bless you.

I mean, Felicity taking pot shots at Oliver in front of the whole team and even behind his back just shows she’s not interested in helping him see the error of his ways and correct them. She just likes the power trip from putting him down and getting away with it.

Barry and Oliver’s arguments always happen one-on-one, away from the others because they are discussions between two equal partners who, despite not always agreeing on everything, hold a tremendous amount of respect for the other. The only “pot shots” they take at each other (if you can call them that) are little in-jokes, like Barry bringing up Oliver shooting him in the back or Oliver turning the “it’s your city” line around on Barry. It’s a healthy friendship.

Felicity and Oliver never even had that. Look no further than “Anyone with boobs can get a frat boy to do anything” “I was a frat boy” “I rest my case” back in season two. Before Oliver even considered Felicity as a romantic partner she was already belittling his intelligence and actions.

And I honestly don’t expect anyone from Team Arrow to speak up about it because she’s done a tremendous job undermining Oliver’s authority and position in the eyes of the team, and he does nothing to indicate he’s not ok with that treatment because he believes he deserves it. She’s convinced him he’s always in the wrong in their relationship (and don’t think she doesn’t believe that herself, Miss “Because you’re a man” Smoak), his support system has been systematically cut off at the knees (all his former friends and family dead - and relegated to the background when alive - except for Thea, who has never comfortably fit into the Ol*city relationship and is often discarded in favor of it), and he’s equated his sense of self worth to the success of his relationship (”I came back because of Felicity” “Why can’t I save both the city and my relationship” etc).

It’s emotional abuse. Plain and simple. I don’t know how else to spell that out. Some people refuse to see that and they probably never will. Some people see Ol*city as a relationship to aspire to. But it is not healthy, it is not loving, and it is abuse. And the sad thing is I don’t see this version of Oliver Queen ever being able, or allowed, to recover from that.

anonymous asked:

I don't think there's anything wrong with him admitting he just doesn't like their music that much but that's just me.

Alternatively, he could just say he respects their music, but it’s not his thing. Instead, he “screws up his face” when talking about it, says he didn’t even listen to their album (which is funny, because he definitely knows that their singles aren’t reflective of their albums - Steal My Girl, anyone?), says he “as a 22-year-old man” would never listen to One Direction, and says #RealMusic.

If you don’t see how the way that he’s spoken about their music is rude and disrespectful to four people he was in a band with for four years, I can’t really help you, but you’re welcome to your opinion.

Dinah being oblivious
  • I: She lost her job to see you guys today *points at fan*
  • Camila: No way. Who?! Well, Damn.
  • Lauren: What? What, why?!
  • Dinah: I remember her! I remember you. We've met before a couple times.
  • Camila: Well, I'm sorry and thank you.
  • Lauren: Oh my god...
  • Dinah: What..?
  • Normani: Wait...
  • Dinah: We wen-
  • Normani: Did you get fired?!
  • Dinah: Oh shoo girl
  • Camila: Does your boss like, does your boss like Fifth Harmony?
  • Fan: He doesn't even know about you guys.
  • Camila: Dammit. I was gonna say we could make a video and say "Please re-hire her."
  • Lauren: But if he doesn't know who we are then...
  • Dinah: Who we- who are we talking about?
  • *silence*
  • Dinah: *slightly softer tone* Who we talking about?
  • *silence*
  • Dinah: *leans over to Normani and whispers* Who are we talking about?

anonymous asked:

I actually agree with that anon hate! He doesn't care about you! When he sees your blog, he's like "ugh not that blog again." I have an idea. How about you kill yourself or delete your blog so he doesn't see your stupid blog again and make way for the more important blogs in the community.

Well okay again thank you for speaking for Jack. I really prefer not to kill myself just saying. Or even delete my blog. You are not going to bring me down anon. You can keep trying but you are never going to. I can send people to fite you who support me and you are going to have a very bad time

Please don’t suggest that Anders is gay when he’s with a male Hawke and straight when he’s with a female Hawke. Don’t do that. He’s canonically bisexual and to bitch about how all fic or art of him with a f!Hawke is automatically heterosexual is bi-erasure at its finest.

I know this character means a lot to a bunch of other bi DA fans. Please don’t invalidate that for us.

Frat Boy AU
  • Ashton: People. So many people all around. Someone stumbles into you, half of their cup of beer splashing on the ground and partially on your shoes, but you don't care. You toss your empty cup into the trash as you make it to the door and push your way through into the cool air outside. You take in a deep breath of cold air, your cheeks burning more now than they did inside where everything was hot and sweaty and loud and simply too much. You lean back against the railing that bonds the porch in as you struggle to catch your breath. "You alright there, freshman?" The voice is accented, not entirely unusual for your school, and you turn to greet the person who spoke. "Just my first frat party. That's all," you tell him as he starts to step closer to you. He comes out of the shadows and you recognize him from one of your classes. To say he's out of your league doesn't begin to describe it. "Never pegged you for a frat party type, love," he chuckles as he leans against the railing next to you and crosses his arms over your chest. You start to introduce yourself, but he cuts you off, "Yeah, I already know. I'm Ashton, in case you didn't know that. Still didn't answer my question. What are you even doing here? This isn't your scene." You shrug and shove your hands in the pockets of your jacket that you regret wearing. "I don't know. I'd never been and I figured I'd try it before I wrote it off as 'not my scene,'" you reply. He nods softly, "And what did you think?" You laugh and shake your head, "Definitely not my scene." He laughs with you before asking, "And frat guys? Written them off as well?" You bite your lip before you shrug, "I guess not necessarily." He smiles and says, "Good. Then I'm going to walk you back to your dorm and take you out for lunch tomorrow."
  • Calum: His hands press into your hips, pulling you back against his chest. You throw an arm back over his neck as your hips sway against him. You know exactly what you're doing to him and so does he. You've done this before, countless times, always with Calum, so you know exactly what to do. "You're killing me tonight, baby," Calum breathes into your ear before kissing your neck. "New dress, huh?" He should know. He's taken off practically every single party outfit you own. You hum in affirmation as you lean your head back against his shoulder. "Your room?" you ask him as he pulls his mouth off your neck. Calum sighs and kisses your mouth lazily. He tastes like beer, whiskey, and Calum and you can't get enough. You can never get enough of him. He pulls away before you're ready for him to do so and you open your mouth to yell at him, but he grabs your hand and pulls you toward the stairs instead. You're a stair behind him all the way to his familiar room. You're here far more often than you should be. The feeling of his sheets against your back and his hands on your bare skin sets you on fire while also making you feel at home. You're head over heels for him, but you know better than to say so, because then you won't even get this and this, whatever this is, is better than nothing. It's worth all the pain. His skin is sweaty against yours as you both come down from your highs. He always takes such good care of you, part of the reason why you always come back even though you know you're being used for sex. "You're so fucking amazing," Calum breathes into your neck before his lips attach to your skin again. "Calum, not again," you laugh lazily. "I'm too tired." Calum sighs and gives you a long kiss before collapsing onto his mattress beside you. "I guess I'll get going," you mumble as you start to sit up. Suddenly, Calum's tan arm snakes around your waist and pulls you back to him. "Stay," he mutters to you as he snuggles up next to you. "I want to wake up with you." You bite you lip before you say, "Calum, you're-" He cuts you off, "Breaking my own rule. Yeah. I know. I've also fallen for you pretty damn hard. Which breaks even more rules. But fuck it. Stay with me." And so you stay.
  • Luke: You watch as he adjusts his snapback on his head, shoving more of his sweaty hair under it. He takes a swig from his cup, noticing you as he lower his cup. He throws a faint smile your way as his eyes scan down your body, never making it all the way back up again. You're both so new to all of this. Your hands are practically shaking as you walk over to him. His eyes are following you, watching you take each step toward him. By the time you reach him, his cup is already down and he's waiting for you. "Hi," you manage to get out. "Hi," he says back, surprisingly sounding just as nervous as you are. You know he's new like you and new to the whole fraternity thing, but he's far more shy than you were expecting. "Do you, um, do you want to dance?" he stumbles through. "Sure," you smile, adding your name onto the end just so you can learn his. "I'm Luke," he tells you as he takes your hand and leans you onto the packed dance floor. Your hands are on the back of his neck. His are on your hips. You're sweaty, he's sweaty, everyone around you is sweaty, and no one cares. He's got you pressed tightly to him as you sway to the music, taking all your cares away with him. You don't even notice how late it is until your friend finds you, telling you its time to go. In his slightly drunken state, Luke lowers his lips to your ear and whispers, "Stay with me tonight." You chew your bottom lip as you consider his proposal, before deciding to throw all of your caution to the wind and tell your friend to head home without you. You know it's not your best decision, but you don't care the moment his lips find yours. You're tangled in unfamiliar sheets as hands that should feel unfamiliar as well, but somehow don't, roam over your entire body, bringing pleasure with them. By the time you're both done, all the alcohol is out of your systems and you can feel yourself falling for him as you lay your head on his bare chest and draw patterns on his stomach. "Do you want to stay with me?" he asks softly as he twirls pieces of your hair around his fingers. "Yes," you reply softly. "Do you maybe, uh, um, want to get breakfast together in the morning?" His voice shakes as he asks you out. "I'd love that," you say with a sigh of relief. "Good," Luke nods. "Did, um, did that feel special to you?" You smile and kiss his chest before answering, "Yes, yes it did, Luke." He sighs with relief this time. "Okay. Because it felt it too. Whatever it was. And I want to feel that again and again." You giggle and lean up to kiss his jaw on before saying, "Me too, Luke. Me too."
  • Michael: You shift a little on your makeshift seat, trying to find a slightly more comfortable position as people take turns around you picking up cards to play a game you don't fully understand. "You don't seem like you're having a good time." You're surprised when the boy with dyed red hair next to you speak to you. He's been sitting next to you for thirty minutes and hasn't said a thin yet, so you thought he was simply going to ignore you all night. "I'm okay," you tell him. It's not a complete lie, but it's not the complete truth either. He nods softly. You know by the way he's looking at you he's sober enough to see right through your lie, but he doesn't press you for more. "I'm Michael, by the way," he says, pushing the conversation past your lie. You reply with your name just as someone gets his attention, telling him it's his turn. "Uh, I'm sitting this round out, guys," he says as his eyes move back to you. No one asks if you're doing the same. They already know what's happening as they see you two start to talk. The conversation flows comfortably. He's the driving force behind it, letting you keep talking even though you're pretty sure you're talking too much. As the game slowly starts to dissipate, you're still talking and he's still listening. He cuts in once to ask, "Hey, do you want to take this back to my room? I think my brother wants us all out of his room now." You don't think twice about following him. You grab your jacket and he grabs your hand, leading you to his room. As soon as the door closes, his lips find yours. His mouth moves against yours smoothly despite the alcohol he's consumed tonight. His tongue slides between your lips just long enough to deepen the kiss and your want for him before he pulls back to kiss you from a different angle. He slowly starts to pull you back toward his bed by your hips and you let him. You know this probably won't turn into something special. It probably won't even become a regular thing. But right now, he tastes like cheap beer and kisses well enough to make your mind hum more than alcohol and that's what you want right now, which is good enough for both of you.