#tumblr what does it mean if this guy wont flirt with you back and then tells your mutual friends hed like it if you punched him. any thought

[septemberpdf]

i have to interact in some way with the boy (hes the pit pianist) on my song does your mother know and one of my friends said that the pit members were joking that i could just punch him and that he said “id like that”. which is INSANE. and then they were teasing him about it (cuz thats a crazy thing to say) and apparently he was like “no not…” and then trailed off. and then was asked “like sexually” and said “no…” and trailed off again

[mythiccheroacademia]

A/N: Thank you hottie❤️ Tumblr was fucking with the format, so I had to repost.  Anyways, I looovveee this request. I’ve been waiting to be in the right mood to write this. Like, jealous muscular himbos completely head over heels for their s/o? Sign me up.

Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy this, sugar plum

All characters are 18+

Warnings: smut below the line!

Katsuki Bakugo:

SFW

bakugo doesnt get jealous

he usually felt secure in your relationship

yeah he got annoyed when kaminari would jokingly flirt with you

and yes, it made him angry when the dekusquad would literally stare at you with puppy dog eyes

and it pissed him off when kirishima suddenly became the funniest guy in the room when you were around

but he wasn’t jealous

how could he be? he’s bakugo katsuki

you agreed to go out with him. the strongest. the best. you couldn't get any better than him

right?

lmao no

the bigger the ego, the more fragile it was

bakugo doesnt handle jealousy well

there’s a small part of him that knows he can be an asshole

he’s not the most...affectionate person

but damn it, if he doesnt try his hardest for you

you notice that he gets quieter but his actions become a lot more aggressive

he’s glaring at anyone that smiles at you

it’s honestly scarier than his threats

forces you to hold hands

is suddenly into PDA??? when he kissed you in front of your friends you literally made a face

you didn't know what was up with him, but you were really confused when you told him to chill and he visibility wilted

once he came around to telling you that he wouldn't hold it against you if you wanted to leave him, you were quick to reassure him

give him a couple kisses and rub his ego just a tad, and he’ll be back to normal

acts like he didn't just look like he was about to cry two seconds ago

NSFW

there are two things that happen when bakugo gets jealous

at first, he’s very rough and handsy

he likes to talk big and say things like

“imma fuck you up when we get home”

“you like when daddy does that, sweetheart?”

“kiss it right there, baby”

“youre mine. tell me your mine”

he’s doing everything he can to get you screaming and thrashing

he’ll go down on you for hours, leave you trembling, only to tell you that was a warm-up

there’s this dark look in his eyes when he’s pounding into you, gripping the headboard so he can angle himself in the best position possible

it’s like he’s trying to prove himself by wrecking you

in the midst of your fucking, just when you feel like youre about to pass out, bakugo’s head falls on your shoulder

he’s still thrusting into you, but it gets slower and deeper

needier

now it’s not just fucking

looks into your eyes with the most adoring gaze and kisses the breath of out you

he can’t speak, too deep into your lovemaking to express how much he loves you

how he’s so scared of losing you

but you don’t need his words to understand

lock your legs around his hips and tell him how you’ll always be his and he will let out a moan that makes your toes curl

when you reach your high, it’s a vulnerable moment

lots of soft kisses and hugging

wont admit to the tears that sting his eyes but is willing to express his adornment for you through his embrace and aftercare

Todoroki Shouto:

SFW

todoroki doesnt have a lot of experience with jealousy

he knows what anger is

he’s felt insecurity

and he knows what it feels like to long for something or someone

but envy was a foreign concept to him

that was until he got into his first romantic relationship with you

don't get him wrong, he trusted you with everything

you gave him no reason to question your loyalty

and it never occurred to him that you would leave him for someone else because of how strong your love was for one another

however, his insecurities always got the best of him

he had a lot of baggage

he knew that

and when someone would approach you, someone that looked free-spirited and independent, he’d wonder if he was holding you back

even then, he can’t help but think that no one is worth the ground you walked on

not even himself sometimes

he never brings it up

but you notice that he started touching his scar a lot more

todoroki would try to act more extroverted thinking it would be better if he was livelier

youre deep talks about family matter diminished little by little

he tried to fill your comfortable silence with awkward conversation

you were so confused why your bf was acting so different

it took a couple attempts to get him to spill his thoughts

once he did, he’s stark quiet, looking away, fearing that you’d be so disappointed in him

but you just take his face in your hands and tell him

“you’re my whole world shouto. why would i ever give that up?”

he holds you in his arms for a long time after that

NSFW

behind his jealousy of onlooking eyes is a deep steed of low self-esteem

and you can feel it when you get intimate

he’s always looking to please you, but now he’s desperate, trying so hard to think of what will make you feel good

it makes you sad bc he already knows the answer to those questions

but he overthinks it

he’s noticeably shier

his touches are hesitant as he second-guesses himself

is continuously asking if you’re okay or if he’s doing it right

at one point, you have to take charge and push him down on the bed

“let me show you how much i want you. just you”

licks his lips as you kiss down his body

one of those guys that believes sucking his dick is a chore 💀

“you don't have to do that” face ass

so when you suck the soul out of him, he’s SPRUNG

would write a song about it if he could LMAO

quickly says he loves you before kissing you like the world depends on it as you ride him

twirl your hips in the way he likes and he’ll hiss out curses

run your hands through his hair and kiss his scar and he’ll give you such pretty moans

please tell him how beautiful he is and how much you love him

my mans will nut on the spot

after the first round, he regains his confidence and flips you on your hands and knees

before you even know what’s going on, he’s pounding into you, gripping your hips like a lifeline

now that he’s reminded that he’s your man, he spends the night realigning your spine

bc who could do it better?

Togata Mirio:

SFW

mirio is one of the most confident people ever

not only is he secure in himself, but he’s secure in your relationship

he knows he bagged a baddie

ofc people would be all over you

he couldn't blame them! i mean, look at you!

when people approached you, he usually let you handle it

if they were persistent, he would just put an arm around your waist

“you’ve got good taste, but they’re taken! sorry!”

it’s so wholesome that the other person can’t even find it within themselves to be upset

there was only one time he recalled getting genuinely jealous

it was during the time you two weren't exclusively dating

just going on dates to see how things went

at the same time, he overheard from your friend that your ex was trying to get back with you

when he heard that, he started sweating

it wasn't jealousy, but more like fear

he was determined not to lose you

not when things were going so well

mirio literally goes above and beyond on your dates

mans deadass learns how to cook all your favorite foods to bring to you

youre crying bc the seasoning was just *chef’s kiss*

brings you flowers at random times of the day

sends you pictures of things that remind him of you

you’re just soaking up all the attention

he’s always been an extra person so you didn't think much of it

it wasn't until you two were cuddling and watching a movie in his apartment that he confesses to you

“i know that i’m competing against history between you and your ex, but i want you to know that my feelings for you are strong, y/n. and i’ll do everything to prove to you that i can be the man of your dreams”

you stare at him before bringing him in for a kiss

“there’s a reason my ex is my ex”

“but--”

“just ask me to be yours already, mirio”

he didnt have to be told twice

NSFW

it was actually that same night that cuddling turned into something a little nastier

honestly, from then on, if you cuddled for more than 20min, there was a 99% chance yall end up fucking lmao

but that night, when he was kissing your neck and grinding his dick against you, he noticed your phone light up on the nightstand

you were too caught up in his fingers between your legs but he saw the text from your ex

it read: “i know this might be out of the blue, but would you wanna catch up over dinner sometime?”

now, mirio wasn't one to be spiteful

but he couldn't help but get a little heated

knowing your ex was trying to get back with you was way different than seeing it

a tiny switch goes off in his head and now he’s ready to make it known that you and him are together

you’re in heaven as mirio’s lips suck and nip at your neck and body

his head game is immaculate

turns you on your stomach so he can massage your back and ass before sliding into you

mirio holds your neck and gives you sloppy kisses as his hips swim into you

your phone lights up again and you can barely think straight when he gets rougher

starts pounding into you like he’s tryna put a baby in you whether it’s possible or not 💀

youre grabbing for anything you can hold as he starts whispering sweet nothings about how he’s gonna take care of you

whew...what a man yall 🥴

the entire time he’s wearing a shit-eating grin

bc he knows he won

might have accidentally sent your ex a voice recording of you moaning his name

oops

[bonetrousle]

ok officially asking you what's up with the published drarry fanfic with the numbers filed off

Okay sorry it took me a while to get to this I had to. sleep etc. I'm making this post non-rebloggable bc im 99% sure the author has a tumblr and I don't necessarily want them to see me slagging their book off LMAO. under the cut bc its pretty long

Ok so my partner tumblr user tackythor went to the bookstore. To get some books. As one does. And someone working there was giving her recs including this book. She gave kind of an inaccurate description of it too by the sounds of things? So anyway she brings some books home including this one and I'm reading the blurb which is like "two boys who hate each other fall in love at a magic school in new zealand!!" im like ok. sounds bad but i wont say anything bc i dont want to be a dick. I read the first page and am like ok yeah this is NOT for me.

So tumblr user tackythor reads some of this book and im like ok how's it going?? She's trying to figure out how to explain it and goes ok so it's like the characters are basically Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. That's when the PENNY DROPS and she's like oh my god that's. that's LITERALLY what it is. So me being nosy I rifle through the book and find thank you's/acknowledgements to people on tumblr and ao3. It's all starting to make SENSE. Anyway a real quick google of the books title will rapidly find you the title of the og fanfiction AND a pdf of the (now deleted) fanfiction which I obviously immediately downloaded and read so I could compare the two.

ANYWAY, the book isn't great, because none of the characters really have a personality. This is because you are expected to already know who they are. Because they are harry potter characters with established personalities and backstories. None of these made it in to the book however. Ron and Hermione have been genderswapped to make it less obvious that they're Ron and Hermione. The Harry character is a real cranky dick a lot of the time, which makes sense if you realise he's Harry and has gone through a lot of trauma, but makes less sense for someone who's Literally Just Some Guy at a School. There are also no descriptions of the school beyond "there are no windows and it's grey and depressing". There are also no visual descriptions of any of the characters save Harry and Draco. There's also a lot of weird... sexism? and other isms? in the og fanfiction, most of which has been thankfully edited out, but occasionally some weird stuff filters it's way through (can't think of any examples off the top of my head rn, a lot of kinda strangely rigid gender stuff for the most part.) the general premise is they have to raise fake egg babies for a class assignment which is how Harry and Draco get together because they partner up to get back at their exes and I guess.. pretend flirt in the process? In the book it's not really clear why they don't like each other. They just sort of.... don't. Draco isn't a wizard racist but just a rich guy from a big city who pulled a couple of pranks on Harry or something. Again, not quite on the same level of trying to murder the headmaster etc etc but WHATEVS.

This book won an award which is how it got published. I think the fact that it's a queer novel set in nz with a POC as the main character and an indigenous magic system means that people sort of focused in on that, and thought it was a unique premise for a book and glossed over the fact that it is not super well written and the plot is very, very thin, because it is of course mostly a vehicle for drarry sex. (which has been edited out but the book is still fairly adult for a YA novel). Clearly the people running the award had no clue??? There are some nuggets of interesting stuff in there such as the system of magic but again, these are a bit of loose world building that aren't fully fleshed out. I could GO ON but I'd need to do another rifle through the book/have another discussion with tumblr user tackythor to refresh my memory about some of the finer details of the book lmfao. Anyway everyone's giving it really good ratings and reviews and it JUST DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE TO ME but I don't really read YA so who the fuck knows. Maybe it's good in the YA world. I find that difficult to believe though. The editing really improved the book though. Like by a LOT. But where it struggles is in the lack of fleshed out ANYTHING.

I've avoided mentioning the title so far bc i dont want this coming up in the search results for the book LOL so I’ll mention it in another post. yes im paranoid what about it

[1a-imagines]

Greetings! I just started using Tumblr and I stumbled across your account. Your works are really beautiful and amazing! I would like to request if it's okay? How would Todoroki, and Bakugo react to their s/o dressing up into a maid costume because Class 1-A opened a booth? Then some random guys started hitting on them? Idk it's up to you! I don't have an imaginative mind huhu. Ily! Stay safe!❤

A/n: ive tried to upload this 3 times already :)))

But thank you so much!! It means a lot to me! I put a lot of effort into all my works so i appreacite it!

Bakugo:

PFT ha! He doesn't care about some dumb maid outfit and how it hugs your curves… or… how it shows off your soft looking thighs…

"So how do i look?"

"You look Stupid.."

What he means to say is that you look gorgeous.

He'll pretend not to care, but he does, my god he can barely take his eyes off you.

He loves it

But he also hates it.

Everytime you turn away from him or get distracted his eyes will automatically wander all around your body.

It was like a form of torture.

At one point you dropped your notepad and bent over to pick it up and he almost exploded on the spot.

He'll have to cool off for a bit, you really worked him up!

The worst part is you weren't even trying to!!

At least if you were doing it on purpose he could just yell at you to knock it off!

When he gets back to find two men hitting on you all hell breaks loose.

They were practically drooling over you, their hands slowly inching towards your body.

It's only a matter of seconds before he's in front of you, the table they were sitting at flipped over and the familiar smell of caramel hit your nose.

Both of his smoking hands reached out and grabbed fist fulls of their shirts pulling them forward as he towered over them.

"You so much as look at my girl again and I'll blow you up so hard you'll fly into the sun!" He seethed.

He won't hurt them much, but a good warning filled with some threats and glares will do.

Soon enough the two strangers are running for their lives and you're in his arms.

Of course everyone is looking at the two of you but he couldn't care less.

No one disrespects his girl.

For the rest of the day he'll stay at the cafe, watching over (and admiring you in that dress) like a hawk.

You ask him why he's not exploring the other stalls.

"It's just because there's no other interesting things in this shit fest! Now stop questioning me and get back to work!"

Like hell he's leaving you alone when you look like that!

You're too beautiful for your own good and all these extras are probably waiting for the chance to jump at you!

Consider him your personal bodyguard.

A bodyguard who's going to kiss the hell out of you when he gets you alone.

Todoroki:

Honestly? He probably won't think much of it.

He can't deny you look beautiful in the dress, but you always look beautiful to him so it's not much difference.

Don't take offence when you ask him how you look and he replies. "The same as always."

He means it as a compliment.

He will spare you a few long glances, it's a nice sight for sure but he wont react or say much about it.

However, not everyone is withdrawn and stoic and he is.

He'll notice all the looks and comments others are making about you.

Most people are respectful towards you.

But then two males will show up, their eyes scanning your body up and down, and his possessive side will rear its head

Poor guy has no idea what he's feeling or what to do.

All he knows is that he wants to freeze those two males to their chairs and kick them over to leave them squirming on the floor like an overturned turtle.

He doesn't want to cause a scene and embarrass you when they were only staring.

But the second they begin to cat call you the air around him turns cold.

Ice spreads across the floor until the two unsuspecting men are stuck to their seats, which just so happen to topple over and leave them crushed on the ground.

Upon seeing your surprised face he'll turn away like he did nothing wrong.

But he knows what he did and he doesn't regret it one bit.

Since he isn't sure how to feel about this new emotion called jealousy, he doesn't approach you or talk to you about what happened.

That doesn't mean he isn't watching everyone in the room to make sure no one else pulls the same stunt.

He's noticeably a little angry, and so you get him alone to talk about what was going on.

"I'm… not sure what happened or why i feel so annoyed. But seeing those men disrespecting and flirting with you just-"

You could see his face scrunching up from the memory.

Give him some reassurance, tell him what he's feeling is normal, give him a small peck on his cheek.

He'll relax at your reassurance, and it'll save more people from getting frozen to the floor.

But that won't stop him from lingering around you all day and sending glares to anyone with wandering eyes.

After the event he may be a bit more affectionate than usual, he needs to relieve some of the stress from the day.

So expect plenty of cuddles, he'll keep you in his arms all night long.

It's where you belong after all.

[oc-mother]

Do note that some of the information here probably wont be in order. Due to the typing format, I used, I used a base of a character sheet for him… which wasn’t originally in order.

 Here is a version of Purple Guy I had made a while back, before I got my Tumblr blog.

He is what I like to call my Vincent Era purple guy, which means, I used the minimal amount of information that was given back before the books came out.

So, he’s not the owner/co-owner, is a security guard of the place, instead, and is not a dad. So, no, he is not related to Mike.

 Although he does work with remnant since I realized that without it, some of the things that he is able to do would be impossible otherwise.

 His name is Nigel Benedict Mavris, although some people call him Randall, due to something Nigel acting a bit like Randall to Mike. (Yes, I am referring to Randall from Monsters Inc.)

Also, Mike will call him Purple Guy, due to an incident with kid’s finger paint, (purple), children, and a small act of revenge on Mike’s part. You can guess how THAT turned out. The paint couldn’t come out for weeks.

 Nigel is ok with the nickname of Randall, he might even have then intentionally used Randall’s actions to inspire his own… silliness, but, “Purple Guy?”

He loathes it. Because after he “gave up” on trying to make Mike laugh, Mike decided to get back at him and, well… its described up above what happened.

 He has two pet rabbits. The reason why I chose rabbits for him is to nod to the fact that his animatronic suit is Spring Bonnie.

He isn’t as obsessed about the suit as William is written to be, but that’s not to say that he wont try to save it from a fire or from being stolen or something.

 He is a straight man, but it is sometimes questioned since the way that he acts around Scott could be considered slightly gay. (Kind of like how Rebornica’s version of Vincent acts around that version of Scott.)

 Not married, but kind of has a man crush on Scott as well as the Main character in the story/AU he is in.

 Nicknames that he gives others?

With Scott: Scottie…

With MC: Punkin, Kitty, Kitten, Fluffy, Sweetheart, Pup, Precious, Birdie, Bunny, [Little Bunny foo foo?] ect, (basically a lot of female pet names)

 I don’t know his specific height, but I know that he is a tall boi.

 He is mostly skinny, but with a noticeable paunch around the stomach area. Don’t know if I drew it right in the drawing… might look too… hefty… lets just say that the weight is just around his stomach area and not his chest or other places.

 He has a scar from a previous attempt/successful attempt at kidnapping a child. The scar is from when a female child scratched his face to cause a permanent scar.

He claims its from either a shaving accident, an accident at a hairdresser’s where they accidentally dropped the razor or something.

He might have a glass eye due to this, but only he knows about it in the beginning part of the story.

 I don’t know who voices him at the moment, but I can tell you that his voice would sound trustworthy, but you wouldn’t be surprised if the voice also belonged to a villain as well. That kind of voice, but I don’t know any specifics.

 He is easily startled, even when he isn’t doing anything that he needs to hide. Another thing that he is scared about is when he is alone in a dark room and doesn’t know where he is.

 Some people have theories that Nigel sometimes gets money from criminal activity, but no obvious or physical proof has shown itself.

 He does smoke, but not daily. Actually, he only does it to intimidate victims, as he sees it as a stereotypical thing to do for a villain. Never does it any other times.

 His afternoon/workday would include, other than Security Guard stuff: Mess with Mike, and Flirt with MC and Scott.

 One of his skills/talents is that he has a snakelike jaw. The original, non-remnant fueled ability, was gained due to a severe injury that he had gotten during childhood. He had fallen off of the front porch and as he was screaming, he managed to get a large rock stuck in his mouth, due to landing on it. During surgery, the doctors had to remove the bone that keeps the jaw from opening too wide.

The MAGIC weirdness added to it? He still experiments on remnant, so the remnant added to that ability, and now is kind of close to the ghost things in movies. Not to the point that its down to the floor, but he can fit someone’s entire head in his mouth… he cannot swallow them, as it only effects his jaw, but it’s still weird. (Due to his soother being holding something in his mouth…. I think you get the point…)

Of course, he doesn’t show this talent off a lot, in fact, none of the people who have found out about this ability has lived to tell the tale. (Other than the MC)

 He also has a double-jointed neck. Everyone knows about this ability.

 He likes to think he has a good relationship with anyone other than Mike, but in reality, they don’t really like him. They just try to put up with him until they cannot.

 Considers Scott and MC as his closest friends. Both slightly in different ways though. I don’t think those feelings are returned.

In reality, most of his “friends”, are what he perceives of them, not what they perceive him as.

Most of his friends or enemies are fellow employees, his employers, or kid’s parents. And most of the employees and employers see him in a similar light. Very awkward, slightly annoying, definitely would dangerous around the kids, but somehow, for some reason, doesn’t act as weird, annoying, or dangerous around the kids when he has the opportunity. Or so they think.

 MC thinks that he is kinda scary, due to her being more of an introvert with very specific close friends. But then again, she thinks a lot of other people are scary, but for different reasons.

 Some children would think he is really cool with all of his weird quirkiness and double-jointed neck. Some people would see him as kind of scary for the same reasons though.

 The boss notices how annoying and sort of clingy Nigel is to Scott and MC, but since he doesn’t have a replacement for him, and/or him being a cheapskate due to the ratings of the restaurant (and many people don’t want to work there for such a low price), he tells himself that because Nigel hasn’t done anything specifically illegal yet, (that he knows about), he doesn’t need to be fired.

 Considers Rodger to be more of a friend to him than Sheldon. I think so anyway, parts of me wants to have Sheldon kind of confusing to Nigel because of his Geekiness. (Yes, I haven’t planned out every relationship with each character).

 Nigel thinks MC is playing hard to get.

 Nigel holds grudges.

 He is confident and doesn’t seem to care about what people think of him, which can be both good and bad.

 He has bouts of narcissism, well, proud enough that it would be considered narcissism and not common pride.

 Although if he is alone in the dark or a dark and unknown place, he might have a phobia of it, he will also use a dark room to lure a kid or MC back there.

 He mostly prioritizes: Messing with Mike in a negative way, messing with Scott and MC, not losing his job, to keep MC as his own.

 Does he believe in fate or destiny? Well, I know he believes in ghosts. And I can see/hear him using fate and destiny in sentences, especially towards MC.

 One of his good characteristics is: well, if he were more open about his snakelike jaw, he could easily scare off criminals, if he weren’t one himself.

 One of his proudest accomplishments is not being found out or caught.

 What usually causes the problems in his life? The ghosts of you know who, MC, Mike, and Scott.

 If flirty and alone with the other, his flirty style can be compared to Rebornica’s version.

 He is known to reenact ASMRs to make Scott, Mike, or MC feel uncomfortable. How physical these ASMR reenactments would depend on who he is messing with and if they are alone.

 Is known to sneak up on MC and hook his snakelike jaw around her head to mess with her if they are alone in the same room together.

 He likes to think he is mostly a carnivore, but he also likes fruit snacks. Not sure why fruit snacks is a prominent thing in his character design, but its something.

 Drink? Carbonated things.

 He hates the color purple, contrary to popular belief. Why? Well, Mike decided to get back at him for all of the things that Nigel had done to him. So, when Nigel was taking a nap, he told all the kids to get purple face paint/finger paint, and paint him purple! Nigel is usually a deep sleeper, while sleeping at Freddy’s, so he only woke up when they had finished. They all laughed at him, and the paint was so bad it stayed there for a few weeks, even with showers every morning.

  He is willing to be openly weird, which could be considered a bit of strength in its own way, I guess. But it could also be a problematic thing too.

 He is very dramatic when pretending to be sad.

 One of his greatest fears is being found out to be the killer.

 Most of the time he is considered to be a daredevil, but he knows when he needs to be cautious most of the time.

  He is extremely skilled at being creepy, disturbing, and yet somehow keeping the police off of his butt.

 Although if you startle him, he will act nervous, fidgety, or shy for a while, even if he wasn’t doing anything that he was trying to hide in the first place.

 He can carry MC, and can drag any of his coworkers around, but Scott with the most difficulty.

 His hygiene is usually ok, but he has perpetual morning breath, unless he has a lot of breath mints or spray. It has nothing to do with his teeth.

First impression: Kind of mischievous and annoying, and with an underlying feel of something wrong.

Things about his or her appearance he or she would most like to change: Probably not a fan of the scar as sometimes people ask about it and he always has to lie about it. Not that he has problems with lying, its just he might be worried about them finding an inconsistency and insist on him telling them the truth or something… or he simply just doesn’t want to talk or think about it.

Other notes

 He’s very likely to play music during a scene with a tied-up hostage or captive

I can see him slow dancing with a tied-up victim, especially if the person is just simply tied up and not to a chair

[kaiawrites]

Stupid Plan

Remus Lupin x fem!Reader 

Word count: 1.6k

Promt: “Are you jealous?” “That’s cute.”

Summary: Y/n is convinced Remus Lupin doesn’t like her, that is, until one of James Potter’s stupid plans actually works.

Warnings: none that i know of except my bad writing

a/n: hii this is my submission for Millie’s ( @iliveiloveiwrite )writing challenge, and my first time at writing on tumblr. this is kinda bad but uh i hope you like it anyways :)

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Y/n L/n was extremely, irrevocably and very obviously in love with Remus Lupin, and she was pretty sure everyone could see it except the subject of her crush himself. That’s why she was very surprised by a certain James Potter’s question one evening when they were hanging out in the Gryffindor common room together.

“Hey y/n/n, wanna go out with me?” he asked and y/n chocked on air.

“Excuse me?” she retaliated thinking she for sure had heard him wrong.

“Well you know what going out means don’t you?” he asked sarcastically.

“Yes I know what it means, why are you asking me that is what i’m asking. You-“ she cut herself off, looking around the common room to make sure they were alone.

“You do know I like Remus don’t you? And besides, aren’t you completely in love with Lily?” y/n asked, her confusion being overshadowed by the embarrassment of having to admit her crush so bluntly. She knew— or at least thought she knew— James knew about her feelings for the werewolf but she still wasn’t used to speaking about her feelings so openly.

“Yes of course I know you like Remus, blimey you make it so obvious i’m surprised he doesn’t know yet. And of course i’m still irrevocably in love with my dear lily flower.” he said the last part in a mix of a love struck and a singsong voice.

“Uhhh, then why are you asking me out” y/n asked confused as ever.

“Well you see, I was wondering the other day why my darling Evans doesn’t seem to like me back even though all of her friends have told me she reciprocates my feelings so,” James took a pause for dramatic effect, something y/n found stupid but also very James.

“I thought, if I make her jealous then maybe she’ll realize that she likes me, so I thought who better to help me than my very best friend y/n. So what do you say?” James asked with hopeful eyes.

“What! I thought I was your best friend! YOU TRAITOR” said, or rather shouted Sirius making y/n jump, not even having realized he had entered the room. She looked toward him to see an overly exaggerated expression of betrayal on his face.

James sighed at his best friend’s antics and filled him in with the stupid plan he had previously pitched to y/n.

“Ooh this is like killing two birds with one stone,” said Sirius mischievously. Y/n sent him a confused glance which he ignored before continuing.

“Who do you think will crack first, Moony or Evans?” Questioned Sirius.

“Lily,” answered y/n without much of a second thought, to which James and Sirius responded with hopeful and perplexed glances respectively.

“Why are you so sure y/n/n?” Asked Sirius quizzically.

“Well for one, Lily definitely knows James likes her, I mean you’ve been asking her out for years, and also, Lily definitely has feelings for James as well, all she needs is a little push, it wont take much,” y/n explained.

“Meanwhile Remus somehow still doesn’t know about my feelings and most likely doesn’t return them” she added, masking her disappointment.

“What makes you think Moony doesn’t like you back?” asked James, very well aware of his friend’s feelings toward the h/c girl.

“Well I've flirted with him thousands of times and he either didn’t care or didn’t notice” she concluded, defeated.

“Well I think he likes you, but don’t take my word for it, if you agree to this little “arrangement” you can find out if he really does like you,” proposed James.

Y/n pondered over the offer. There was no harm in it really, she was just helping two of her friends get together, and conveniently finding out along the way if Remus liked her back. As much as she hated to admit it, James’s stupid plan wasn’t that stupid.

“Alright, I agree but, in no circumstances will I kiss you,” bargained y/n, not even wanting to consider the possibility of kissing the boy she considered a brother.

“Deal,” answered the bespectacled boy, pulling a face at the thought.

——————————————

The next morning, y/n woke up early to get to breakfast before the swarm of people came in as she usually did. Fine, maybe the real reason was that she could spend a bit of time alone with Remus before the rest of the students arrived, but nobody had to know that. She made her way around the corridors of the majestic castle all the way to the Great Hall. Her conversation with James from the prior evening had almost slipped her mind, that is until she saw him sitting down at the Gryffindor table, waving her over with a bright smile.

Remus had gotten up early as he usually did. At first, it was just because he was an early riser, but now it was a way to have a bit if free time with y/n before everyone else got there. Or at least it usually was, because for some reason James had gotten up even earlier then Remus. At first, Remus was thankful for the company, but as time went on, Remus was starting to think James would still be here when y/n got there, which Remus did not want. Remus’s fears were confirmed when y/n entered the Great Hall and James was still there.

Y/n made her way to the Gryffindor table where she had spotted James waving her over and Remus looking at her with the same smile he had every morning when they would have breakfast together. Y/n looked confusedly at James, but sat next to him none the less.

“What are you doing up so early?” y/n asked him skeptically as she served herself breakfast.

“Couldn’t pass out on an opportunity to hang out with you love,” James answered with a wink making y/n blush.

Remus looked between the two skeptically, sure, James was usually quite flirty, but never with y/n. Remus thought the boys had caught on to his feelings for the y/h/c haired girl by now despite never having explicitly talked about it, but maybe he had been wrong because here James was, obviously flirting with her, and it made Remus’s blood boil. First, James came in and stole Remus’s time with y/n, and then he spent the whole breakfast flirting with her.

As more people started filing in, Remus kept glaring daggers at the close proximity between y/n and James, but didn’t comment on it. Lily, who had come in around 10 minutes prior, was in a situation similar to Remus’s.

“What’s happening?” She hissed under her breath, more to herself then anything but Remus heard her anyways.

“Beats me,” mumbled Remus as an answer.

Y/n was actually surprised at the results of James’s little plan. Lily was good at hiding her anger, but y/n could tell ticking her off. And, to y/n’s surprise, Remus also seemed quite tense, and it made a tiny bit of hope bubble the pit of y/n’s stomach. Maybe Remus actually did like her back. She was thrown out of her thoughts when James kissed her on the cheek making her go beet red.

“I thought we said no kissing,” y/n hissed so only James would hear.

“Oh come on it was just a kiss on the cheek, besides, it worked didn’t it,” he said while gesturing towards Remus who was gripping his fork so hard that it had started to curve in a way it wasn’t supposed to.

Warmth spread in y/n’s heart at this, but it was quickly replaced by a cold, guilty feeling when Remus abruptly got up and left the Great Hall, mumbling an excuse about a forgotten essay.

“Hey guys, I forgot my potions text book in my room, i’ll meet you in class,” said y/n quickly making up an excuse to head out of the Great Hall and go after Remus.

She picked up her bad and hastily walked out of the Great Hall. Once she passed the doors, she saw Remus rounding up the corridor towards the courtyard and ran after him.

“Remus!” she exclaimed to catch his attention. The boy in question didn’t stop, in fact, he only started walking faster.

Once y/n had caught up with him, she opened her mouth to talk to him but he beat her to it, stopping abruptly.

“What? You want advice on how to ask out James or something,” he spat, poison lacing his tone.

“Are you jealous?” asked y/n teasingly. Remus’s eyes went wide.

“What?! N-no why would-“ started Remus, but y/n cut him off.

“That’s cute,” she said with a shy smile.

“Wait, what?” asked Remus, confused.

“James and I aren’t a thing, we were just trying to make Lily jealous, and, you as it turns out,” explained y/n as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and Remus suddenly felt relieved, but really stupid.

“Oh,” he simply breathed out. “So you don’t like James?” He added.

“No! I like you, you idiot, I thought it was obvious!” She said laughing.

“Really, you like me?!” Asked Remus dumbfounded. He never thought y/n, beautiful, smart, kind, perfect y/n would ever like someone like him, but here she was, telling him that she did.

Y/n stepped forward and grasped Remus’s hand in hers, making the boy’s heart flutter.

“I was wondering if maybe you would like to go to Hogsmead with me this weekend?” She asked, suddenly nervous that Remus hadn’t actually explicitly said he liked her back.

“On one condition,” he said, “I’ll go with you if I get a kiss,” he said with a smile, and y/n happily obliged.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

What Humans Are Doing To Pepe Le Pew, Is Added To My Semi-Misanthrope

okay I don’t think I wanted to believe it, but I’m still in the middle of watching the video this video --> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUpm9M45O_s

I’m watching it on the Xbox In the living room, but I just had to pause it and sign on to tumblr to talk about my feelings. 

I was watching some movies before that,

that has a crossover of live action and animation.

I love movies that has crossovers of the real world and cartoon world.

even if Pepe comes on a bit strong to women, maybe both toon and non-toon.

he isn’t as bad as some humans in real life, who have done far worse.

and if it is true that Johnny Bravo will be next, then I will have another thing to add to my Semi-Misanthropy.

I still like humanity, just not when they do stupid and insensitive disgusting things like what they are trying to do to Pepe Le Pew.

lucky there are some humans that know better and those are the ones that I still don’t find disgusting and doing that disgusting act on Pepe.

who by the way is a TOON, not a human.

even if he and some toons like him are “human on the inside”

they are Anthropomorphic.

even if some years decades back, there were such offensive cartoons

that are known as the Banned Cartoons.

but you can’t just mix them in with toons like Pepe Le Pew or even Johnny Bravo.

if the cartoon Johnny Bravo gets hurt in anyway by those so called women,

who think they are helping women by cancelling Johnny Bravo,

their not, and Johnny Bravo might be many things, but at least he doesn’t try to “hurt” women like most attackers do in real life.

  yeah both Pepe and Bravo flirt, and kiss the toon females in their cartoons,

BUT they do not cross the line into what some disgusting humans do in real life.

so don’t go and blame those self proclaim gift to women/adorkable toon romeos, for how some humans act in real life.

  also please read this too -->  https://www.nbcnews.com/pop-culture/movies/pep-le-pew-scene-removed-space-jam-sequel-actor-says-n1260282

but make sure to watch the video link first.

I have it on pause right now, and I’m still watching it, and I plan to check out the other videos that talk about what is happening to Pepe Le Pew.

then after that, I might just play Bendy And The Ink Machine.

if they wanted to change Pepe, they could of had Pepe end up in some kind of scene where he sings about how he only has eyes for Penelope,

and him ending up not flirting with every pretty face after they started to meet up again, and Pepe gets the realization that he is truly in love with Penelope.

but instead of doing that, they just decide to cut him out.

my fighting for Pepe has nothing to do with my heritage,

like my 23rd Great-Grandfather Philip being from France,

and well he was a very important person back in his time.

but like I said, my fighting for Pepe has nothing to do with one of my heritages.

Pepe deserves better, he is a Toon that should have some rights,

even if he and other toons are fictional, he shouldn’t be cut out of the movie.

 and it seems Warner Bros wont have Pepe appear in anymore future projects  

even if Penelope got a restraining order on Pepe,

for him touching others without their consent, it doesn’t mean he did what most humans have done in real life.

touching, could imply the kissing and touching of the arm or hugging,

not the forbidden zone, he ain’t No Holli Would.

if we want toons to be modernize, don’t just kill them off.

in one of the Looney Tunes Shows, where that new character Tina appeared in,

who I happen to like has Daffy’s new love interest.

Speedy ran his own restaurant and even had a dance studio where he taught other people dancing, he did thought Bugs was a real lady when Bugs was in disguise.

and Pepe he was helping plan Lola and Bugs’s wedding, and he was apparently married many times himself.

yes I can agree that Pepe can be a bit forceful in his smitten affections,

as well as him not being able to take a no for a answer.

plus if you watched any re-run of his cartoons,

you will see that he gets his karma by the shoe being on the other foot,

and he becomes the scared and running away from the lovesick female cat.

so how come no one is fighting for Pepe when he ends up being the one who tries to get away from the lovesick female...?

he wasn’t the only one who locked the door so the one he was trying to chase after couldn’t escape.

if you watch one of the re-run cartoons that has that episode,

it is the female cat who locks the door so Pepe couldn’t escape.

so how come Pepe when he ends up in the shoes/place of the females he tries to win the love of (even if it is in the wrong way) he doesn’t get people who tell him it’s okay, and he isn’t the only guy who went through such a terrible thing?

I don’t believe that Looney Tunes would go so far in their show of aggressive affection.

Pepe and Johnny might be many things, like not being able to take a No,

and tend to hug or kiss gals without consent,

but they are not the “R” word.

if toons have to get modernize, they shouldn’t be hurt like how Pepe is being hurt right now.

some cartoons aren’t for kids, and it should be the parents or guardians responsibility to keep the kids from seeing mature cartoons, or some mature live action/cartoon crossover type movies with mature themes in them,

until they are the proper ages to watch them.

I also want to say that I hope that someday the Cartoon Network’s name

is changed to “Warnertoon Network” because technically the Cartoon Network is linked to Warner Bros.

there is a old short, that is even shown on Youtube,

that shows Johnny Bravo having some form of attraction to Samurai Jack.

even if it could show some form of proof that Johnny isn’t as hetero as he appears in his cartoons, and his interaction with Jack shows that he might be either bi or pan, but not realize it.

it might not truly stop Johnny being the next victim.

I am not a feminist or feminism, even if there are some positive groups that are still fighting for women and girls rights.

I rather be a part of a Androgyny side, it could still fight for Feminine.

but it can be a group for both Female, Male, Andro-Agender, Gyno-Agender, Agender, any form of Binary and Non-Binary.

yes there can still be jerk guys who still think girls are beneath them.

but a guy should only feel that way, if the said girls are being sexist jerks,

and the same goes for girls who are treated the same way, if a guy is being a sexist jerk, then try not to give them power to treat you that way.

even if I know there can be good people in this world,

like friends, family and others.

I can’t agree with what is happening with Pepe Le Pew,

I feel it is wrong and if they have to change Pepe for the modern times,

it should show in Space Jam 2 Movie, that after meeting with Penelope again,

and he finds himself not hitting on other females, because he comes to the realization that he is truly in love with her,

and doesn’t want anyone else but her.

characters do evolve and change over time,

some still stay the same but can still be a bit different.

if they did have a musical in Space Jam 2,

it would have Pepe Le Pew singing about how much he loves Penelope,

and how he no longer wants to chase any other girl

but her from now on.

even if it is still good to fight for rights for women, but Pepe isn’t a monster.

he might kiss and hug without consent, but he would NEVER cross the line.

even if some cartoon episodes might give the misinterpretation he would.

also even if I do have a Semi-Androphobia, I know that not all guys are bad or dangerous, and some can be safe to be around.

plus there can be some guys who have Gynophobia,

which could be caused by different reasons,

one of which could have to do with being a victim of unwanted forbidden zone advances.

and even Mr. Max Landis did do such a disgusting thing,

Pepe should not be some form of scapegoat, 

or be blamed for that disgusting human’s actions.

like I said, Pepe Le Pew and Johnny Bravo might be many things,

but they would NEVER cross the line,

and do what that Shisno Landis  did.

no matter what bio-sex or gender identity you are,

if you believe that Pepe is being wrong, that I hope you can agree that what is happening to him isn’t right.

Pepe might think he can flirt or hug and kiss other gals without their consent,

and think they will fall for him, but he would never do what that Shisno did.

Shisno is of course from Red Vs Blue, and is what A.I. and Robots

call Humans, or in other words, what Organics are called.

even if Tali from Mass Effect does have her positive side,

and she does end up forming some type of friendship with Legion in one of the game timelines.

when she doesn’t form a friendship with Legion or starts to finally realize

that her people did the geth wrong.

she stays a dirty dirty shisno.

at least some quarians didn’t try to destroy the geth,

and wanted to help them, those quarians that did try to help the geth,

aren’t dirty shisno. but those quarians in the past were met with a bad end when they did try to help and protect the geth.

even if I haven’t been able to beat the Mass Effect 3 yet,

I know the info from reading or watching clips about it.

I hope that someone makes a petition to save Pepe and put him back in the Space Jam 2 Movie, and maybe have Pepe realize he wants no other woman in his life but Penelope, maybe even have Penelope realize the same thing too.

I know that there is a possibility by the time the movie is fully finished,

Pepe might still be out of it, which isn’t fair and should be fixed.

Pepe is a bit aggressive in his flirting, but he isn’t a monster like some humans are in real life.

if ya want to change Pepe a bit, to make him less how he was in his older cartoons, then make it so that he at least gets a slap or takes one No for answer.

Pepe acting the way he does, could mirror how Johnny Bravo acts, but a big differently.

yes Pepe is suppose to be French, but who he is wouldn’t have to do with his heritage, he is flirty and can take his flirting in the wrong direction.

but he is not a monster who would hurt the females he tries to win the love of,

if someone says that in some non-canon work that has Pepe in it,

it would NOT be canon to the canon Pepe.

 Pepe being the way he is, would have to do with the person he is on the inside,

not because of where he comes from.

if we want to save Pepe Le Pew, then how he ends up chasing women,

can be changed a bit when he finally take the first or few signs of no,

as  sign that he needs to stop, or his flirting can be played down a bit,

so it doesn’t get misinterpreted as being something that would cross the line to the forbidden zone.

I know that not everyone will see reason or try to understand that Pepe Le Pew,

might be a bit aggressive when he falls in love, or becomes attracted to someone that he believes he is in love with, but really he might not of truly have fallen in love before.

Pepe could have have his character developed a bit more

so he doesn’t get misinterpreted as one of the dangerous men/women that are seen in real life.       

yes I am counting the women too, because there are some who are just as bad as men.

and yes as the title shows, what is happening with Pepe Le Pew,

is something that I have mentally added to my reasons to dislike humanity.

even if I still have some love for humanity,

it is what Pepe Le Pew that I just can’t stand.

if Pepe has to get rebooted to save him from the metaphorical dip,

which is because of the different reasons he is cut from the Space Jam 2 Movie, then I would be for Pepe’s character being rebooted if it saves him.

if they do reboot him a bit, but still have him be a flirt, they could make it so that he does take a No for answer, but would just do friendly flirts from time to time

but not cross the uncomfortable line.

they could even have his Nationally Changed a bit,

like him being American, but having French heritage.

I mean I am from America, but I do have French heritage,

sadly I can’t speak the language and might only know a few words.

I got a few other different heritages too...

but I strongly believe that Pepe Henri Le Pew, deserves better.

and if rebooting him saves him from being no longer used by a Warner Brothers and keeps humans from misinterpreting him, because of how he is as a person on the inside, then I am for him rebooting him if it means he can be back on the Space Jam 2 Movie.

how some people act wouldn’t have to do with where they come from,

it would have to do with the person they are on the inside.

and I hope some of you understand that and don’t misunderstand.

I want to believe there can be hope for Pepe Henri Le Pew,

that if he does end up back in the movie, those who work on the movie

will point out they will change Pepe a bit, and make it so that he doesn’t flirt the same way he had done in the past, and will fall in love in the movie and no longer have eyes on anyone but who he has fallen for.

once more Pepe should not be blamed for what some shisno guy did,

and if he is causing misunderstandings of any kind,

just reboot him and make it so he flirts but he does take a no, and even does friendly flirts without crossing the line of no touching like hugging or kisses without the consent.

consent is very important, and I still think Pepe’s old cartoon where in the end

he ends up being the one who becomes the runner while the female cat ends up chasing him, should be mention.

Pepe might be the type that is desperate for romantic love but never truly fell in love and only felt attraction.

and he just goes about it the wrong way, but if he never truly crossed the forbidden zone line, that would mean that Pepe would have some form of

Moral Compass where he knows there are some actions he would not take to try to win the heart of those he chases.

he might cross the line of hugging and kissing and unwanted cuddles,

but I don’t believe he would cross to the forbidden zone line, where it goes beyond hugs, kisses and cuddles.

Put Pepe Le Pew back in the Space Jam 2 Movie,

but make sure there is info saying that his character will be changed a bit,

to be less aggressive in his flirting, and he has learn to take No for answer,

and his flirting has transformed into friendly flirting, and he no longer kisses or hugs a woman without her consent.

I can only hope some other fans of Looney Tunes, feel the same and will speak out about it.

if they go after Fifi too, then that would be another line crossed,

yeah she can be a bit aggressive when chasing after boys,

but she does seem to have a love interest in Hampton, who likes her back.

but she wouldn’t cross the line either.

I need to grab something to eat, I’m still gonna finish watching that video.

once more even though I am Semi-Misanthrope,

I still have humans that I still care about and I know that not all humans

are the same and wouldn’t just place the blame solely on Pepe.

and I really do hope he lets back in the movie before it’s fully finished,

and his character gets changed a little bit, so he comes off as a friendly flirt

that has learn to take No for answer.

Pepe and Johnny might take their flirting over the line at times,

but they would never cross the gross and physically harmful line,

where it would cause the person to become scared of either a man or woman that did harm to them.

the sooner humans learn this, I think the better it will be for all toonkind in the cartoons we love, both in shows, movies, video games and comics.

even if they are just fictional, even those like Pepe Le Pew and Johnny Bravo,

should have some form of justice.

see ya later and stay safe everybody.

I’m gonna go grab something to eat now, and continue watching that video

that talks about Pepe Le Pew. 

[narryblossom]

mistletoe kisses

@narrymybed requested #25, sorry tumblr wont let me tag you!!!???

x

Harry lies constantly to his friends, but none of them believe him. Really, they know better than to trust him on a night like this when he’s clearly up to something.

“Harry, why are you so nervous?”

“I'm not nervous.”

“Why are you staring at Niall?”

“I'm not staring at anyone.”

“Why are you glaring at--”

“It’s just my face, I'm not glaring at anyone!”

Sure.

“Harry, if you're gonna make a move on Niall, you might as well go for it before someone else does. He's already gotten stuck under your stupid mistletoe twice and I heard Selena was gonna try to get him under it next.” Liam scans the room casually as he talks, pausing just on Selena, Niall, and a couple of others over by the kitchen doorway where Harry hung the mistletoe.

“All she has to do is ask him to go get a drink and--”

“Enough,” Harry hisses, waving Liam off. “Shut up, it's not like I…”

Harry trails off, deflating as he sees Selena pull the exact move Liam had predicted. Niall turns to go to the kitchen and she steps up beside him suddenly, laughing as though she had forgotten the sprig above their heads. Harry sees her say something surely along the lines of “I totally forgot it was there” while Niall laughs and slings his arm haphazardly around her shoulder to plant a kiss on her stupid red stupid pouty lips.

“I told you, man,” Liam shrugs.

“Fuck off,” Harry mumbles, passing his still full cup off to Liam as he starts toward the kitchen eagerly. A girl he's never seen before steps into the doorway as Harry approaches and he stops short, motioning for her to continue through before he'll inch even a millimeter closer; the only person he's trying to kiss tonight is Niall (and Harry wishes Niall had the same thought).

After the girl finally gets the message and steps aside to let Harry through, he makes a beeline to the punch bowl where Selena is clearly flirting with Niall and inserts himself directly into their conversation.

“Hey Niall! There you are, been looking all over for you. Hey, while you're not busy, can you come up to my room really quick? I'm still not really getting civics and I've got this one I'm just really stuck on.”

“Uh,” Selena starts without going anywhere, and Harry doesn't even cast her a glance though he can tell his expression sours at the sound of her.

“Yeah,” Niall drawls unsurely, looking between Harry and Selena, “sure, Harry. Uh, Sel, I'll catch up with you in a bit?”

“Sure,” she croons, delicately petting Niall's arm, “I'll wait for you.”

“Don't wait up,” Harry grumbles under his breath as he storms out of the room with Niall in tow. They go up the stairs and into Harry's bedroom where the festive music of the Christmas/birthday party is drowned out. If Niall heard Harry's comment a moment ago, he doesn't say anything.

“So what are you having trouble with?” Niall asks, sitting on the foot of Harry's bed.

“Just this… thing,” Harry says lamely, staring dumbly at Niall all sweet and cozy in his Christmas sweater sitting on Harry's fluffy bed surrounded by a dim strand of lights. He looks heavenly and Harry wants to keep him all to himself.

“A thing?” Niall asks, chuckling. “Well shouldn't you get your book so you can show me what it is?”

“What, I--” Harry frowns, shaking  his head as he remembers how he got Niall into his room in the first place. “Yeah, sorry.”

Harry turns and half-heartedly digs through his backpack until he can pull out his world civ. textbook. Before he turns around, though, he turns his head half toward Niall and pries.

“You and Selena again, huh? Thought she was the type who didn't date guys twice.”

Niall chuckles, and it sounds like one of those “it's none of your business” chuckles.

“Just kissed her 'cause of mistletoe, and we were getting drinks. Not like we're going on dates or anything.”

“Yeah, but…” Harry trails off and slowly turns around. He walks back to his bed and sits beside Niall, all the while clutching his textbook and not meeting Niall's eye.

“Well, she was making it pretty clear that she's still interested in you, you know?” Harry says, and then lies again, “and I could tell she was jealous when you kissed those two other girls.”

“Other girls?” Niall asks, staring Harry down. “Now why would anyone care who I'm kissing under the mistletoe?”

“I dunno.” Harry shrugs. “She just seems interested in you, is all.”

“But how would she know who I've been kissing when she didn't get here 'til half 9?” Niall asks, voice low as he leans in toward Harry, “And I kissed those other two not long after I got here at half 7.”

Harry slowly looks up at Niall and the wide-eyed, caught-in-the-act look on his face gives him away immediately.

“So either you told her I'd kissed someone else, or she's not the one bothered by it, eh?”

Harry says nothing, does nothing, just stays still and looks at Niall's eyes, not daring to look down at this mouth.

“Why do you care who I'm kissing, Harry?”

“I,” he stumbles, trying to think of something to say as he finally steals a glance down at Niall's shiny lips just as he swipes his tongue along them. “It's none of my business who you kiss--”

Niall's on him as soon as he's done speaking, knocking the textbook off of his lap and shutting Harry's mouth with his own. Harry's too shocked to move and the kiss, rough and stubbly but so nice is over before he can kiss back.

“Is that what you wanted?” Niall asks, but the edge is gone from his voice. He stares at Harry expectantly, waiting for a nod or a yes or even a no, but Harry does nothing but stare. Niall starts to speak again, to ask if what he had done was okay, but Harry, feeling a sense of urgency, jolts forward and grabs Niall's face in both of his hands, holding his close as he kisses him.

Niall kisses back, grabbing Harry by the waist as he topples backward so only his legs aren't on the bed. Harry climbs on top of him, straddling his waist while they keep kissing.

Niall's hands travel up to Harry's, still on Niall's face, and pulls them off to be moved anywhere else; Harry opts to put one on the bed and tangle the other in Niall's hair. Niall moans as soon as Harry's fist closes on some of it, and the sound shocks Harry's system and makes him rut down against Niall's hips whilst pulling away from his mouth with a wet smack and a gasp.

“I don't just wanna hook up. I like you,” he pants.

“Lucky for you, I'm not looking for a hookup,” Niall says, running his hands up and down Harry's sides. “You're pretty fuckin’ cute, you know that?”

Harry looks dumbfounded once again, and Niall laughs, his warm breath fanning over Harry's face.

“I mean, I totally wanna have sex with you if that's what you want from me, but I'd also like to take you out on more than just study dates.”

“Study dates…?”

“You didn't think I was just helping you with civ for fun, right? I didn't even take civ! I'm spending all this time with you ‘cause I wanna date you, you eejit.”

“But you were kissing a bunch of girls.”

“There was mistletoe and alcohol, Harry. What's a few friendly kisses? It's not like anything was gonna happen. I waited around for you but you never came over. I stood by the door for a good fuckin’ hour,” he laughs.

“I am a fucking idiot,” Harry confirms slowly, groaning and dropping his head down onto his arm beside Niall's head. Niall just laughs and raises one leg and taps Harry's hip with his knee.

“Well I'm literally in your bed right now, and I already told you that I'd like to date you and I'd like to have sex with you if you want to, so…”

Harry doesn't have to be told twice (for once).

[meganthefierce]

Gals and Mandem, I need your advice. Pt. 2

The Chronicles of Evan 

Sup. Sorry this is a long one but you need to know ALL OF THE DETAILS so you can give me good advice. Just read it please, for me xx

Now... some of that last paragraph Pt.1 is a bit false. Well, it was true until a couple of days ago. That’s when Evan became a problem.

So Evan is a friend of a friend. I’ve met him before at a house party and I really got on with him. I felt some attraction towards him but that was because he was hella sweet and really pretty. Anyway, Evan and I really got on, but he’s super chill and gets on with everyone, so I didn’t think much into it. Plus Tyler was at this party so I was a lil bit distracted by that elephant. I didn’t think I wanted Evan, I just really wanted to be his friend because I really liked being around him and spending time with him. I was just so interested in everything he did and had to say. We hung out like twice in a group whilst he visited. Then he went home and I never saw him again. That was a couple of months ago.

Well this weekend I went to a festival and he was there, so he and a few others stayed at my flat. Before they all turned up, I got a message from my bestie saying “Just a heads up, Evan thinks you’re hot.” So I was like “What am I supposed to do with this information?” and she said “Nothing. Just letting you know. Just incase this weekend you wanted to make a move, I’m just letting you know he’s down.” My first reaction was to think “He doesn’t like me, he just wants to fuck me, our friends have probably mentioned how much of a slut I am and he think’s he can have a drunk fuck after this festival.” And then I thought “No, it’s worse, he’s jumping on the grenade because we are the only 2 people going who aren’t a couple/sleeping with each other and he’s taking one for the team.” So I was not thrilled by this news. THEN HE SHOWS UP My lord, I don’t know what happened, but Jesus christ this boy was fine. He was pretty when I met him, but now for some reason he looked better. Like a sexy, rugged, thug kinda look but with hippie vibes. He’s a Brighton boy so I’m hoping you know what I mean. Then the cunt takes his jumper off and he’s wearing a thin vest gym thing top underneath and WOOOOOW this boy is ripped. I thought he was skinny but hell fucking no he isn’t. He’s jacked. Very fucking nice body. It was so embarrassing I was just starring at him like !!!!!!!! I even accidentally said something out loud! I was like *looking at his arms and chest* “Wow! [this is when I realised I was being obvious and needed to play it cool] look how tanned you are! Where did you get that?” So dead. Anyway we go to this festival and he is a sweetheart all day. He’s nice to everyone but we spent a lot of time together. Every time I ask if I look alright he’d tell me I look lovely and he was giving me cigarettes even though I had my own etc. Just being really generous and sweet. Then we meet this stranger called Amy (SHOUT OUT OT AMY IF YOU EVER SOMEHOW READ THIS I LOVE YOU, YOU WERE A HOOT) and she jumps on the “you two are so sweet, you should get together” bullshit. So Evan and I play a long like “omg Amy you’re right. We should be together, he’s actually in love wth me.” Then we start telling everyone we’re getting married and Amy is going to be our maid of honour because she got us together at this festival etc. So there’s romantic banter and a lot of flirting but it’s all harmless. Then Amy tells me to kiss him. I say no because I was embarrassed. She tells Evan to kiss me. He says yes straight away but more like a “yeah mate I’ll do it” and I got the kind of vibe that it was a dare and he was only doing it because Amy told him to. But anyway, I agree and we have a lil smooch in the crowd to Andy C (such a good set btw) and then we carry on with the night. At one point he protected me from a boy hitting on me with the “tHiS iS mY bOyFrIeNd” card but I would have done that with anyone.  But Evan made me feel good. He put me on his fucking shoulders! I’m not a small or skinny gal! He lifted me up so many times and I felt so good! It was a really sick moment for me. And I was hella impressed at how ripped and strong he was. NGL I was a lil bit more attracted to him because of it. 

Then we get home and of course everyone bed hops because festivals equal intoxication and that means sex. So Evan and I end up in the same bed. But we stay up talking all night. He’s the coolest, sweetest person and we have more in common than I thought, and the things we don’t have in common aren’t massive things that would bother me. I want to be more like Evan. He’s just the best. He sent me loads of links to spoken word poetry and we spoke about family, what we’re scared of, how we both suffer with bad anxiety, travelling (He’s traveled the world), music, etc. He’s just so cool and he makes me want to be cooler, but not in a shitty way.

THIS IS THE CUTE PART I HOPE YOU’RE STILL READING

Then we try to go to sleep. He opens his arms out and invites me for a cuddle. THIS MAN IS THE BEST CUDDLER IVER EVER BEEN CUDDLED BY. It was heaven. He’s so nice to lay with. He tickled my back and played with my hair. It was so nice. We fidget a bit and try to get comfortable and he moves his face RIGHT IN FRONT OF MINE so our lips are parallel. I thought maybe he was going to kiss me again but then NOTHING. Nothing happened. I was waiting. Nothing. So I thought, maybe technically he’s made the first move with the cuddle and technically leaning in. So I kiss him. Yeah mate I did. Yay me for being confident. He kisses me back and it’s gooooooood. He’s a lovely kisser. Then I get a lil bit too excited and then I got a bit freaked out because I’m a nervous anxious wreck and I just stop and pull away and bury my head in his chest. He giggled a bit and lifted my head back up so our lips are really close again, but he doesn’t kiss me. I’ve now used all the courage I had so I’m not kissing him again. But I wanted to hint that I wanted him to kiss me. So I bought up the Amy Kiss in a teasing way, “Remember when you kissed me earlier” kinda thing. I know, my game is weak and I’m so embarrassed but please understand how FINE this boy is. He banters back with the ol “you seemed to enjoy it” kinda crap and we both lay there telling each other how nice it is to kiss the other person. STILL NO KISS FROM HIM. I’m now paranoid as fuck and I’m convinced he doesn't like me like that because clearly he’d make a move. Or maybe he does like me but he’s too tired and I didn’t want to make a move on HIM and then he doesn’t retaliate or something. Fear of rejection is one of my biggest fears. So I give up and we start falling asleep. But this guy wont stop cuddling me. If I roll over, we spoon, If I face him, he faces me and wraps himself around me. If I  shuffle down, he pulls me on his chest and tickles my back. It was so nice. 

I wake up in the morning and it’s exactly the same, but more. More cuddles, more chatting, more tickling, etc. Even more kissing. He kisses my neck, my forehead, my nose (in a cute funny way, not a wired way) and we make out quite a bit. Every now and then he’ll attempt to get up for the day but struggle and just lay his head on my chest and complain about how he doesn’t want to leave. We stayed in bed ALL morning just cuddling an kissing, for about 3 hours. Every time someone came in to get something or talk to us he wouldn’t even flinch. He’d just carry on cuddling me and stay put. Not embarrassed. Not caring what people thought. It was wild to me. 

Then he gets offered a spoons breakfast and a coffee. I’m thinking “Who the fck doesn't want that, of course he’s going” but he hesitates. I say I’m not going and he tells our friend “Na mate, I’ve got food here. I’ll give this a miss.” and just rolls back over and lays with me!!!! WTF how can a boy with a hangover turn down a spoons breakfast to lay with a girl he hasn't even had sex with?! Because he didn’t even have food at mine, he was lying! 

Anyway. Everyone goes to breakfast and we’re now alone in the hose. We start kissing again. He starts tickling me again but not the cute relaxing kind... the teasing, “let me touch your skin” kind. You know the difference- don’t pretend you don’t. I’m now trying my hardest to hint that I want him. I’m gasping, I’m pulling him closer, I’m clawing at his skin (that sounds weird but in a sexy way I swear! It aways works). And this is all working. We’re making out more, everything’s more passionate, his dick is rock hard which is always a good sign, and it’s just going in the direction I want it to. Then the door goes.  People are back.  We slowly stop kissing and just start cuddling again. He tells me I have nice lips and he likes kissing me, then sits up and pulls the cover over his lap to hide his dick. Our pal walks in with a coffee he bought for Evan, and it’s clear we’re getting up for the day. I was gutted. I lost the opportunity.  He gets ready and we all chill with the group, discuss the day before and look at photos etc. Then he goes back to Brighton. It’s all over until the next time I see him, and I have no idea when that will be, and what will happen then. HERE’S WHY I NEED ADVICE

I can’t stop thinking of the twat. I’m literally obsessing over him. I can’t stop.  LOOK HOW MUCH I WROTE ABOUT HIM ON A FUCKING TUMBLR POST?! 

I haven’t even looked at a boy since Tyler, and now I’m obsessing over Evan. He’s so good looking and so sweet and so respectful. I don’t know what to do.

Because I don’t think I have a chance, so I need to cut this out. I can’t obsess over Evan the way I have with Tyler. But Evan is the first boy to stop me thinking about Ty. Don’t get me wrong, when I get messages from Tyler my heart still flutters, and I smile when he sends me snaps and stuff. I know there’s still something there for him and that’s not gone. But I’m thinking about Evan. A LOT. All I want to do is go to bloody Brighton to see Evan. For at least some sex. Minimum. I’m so mad we didn’t do it. I’m gutted Evan and I can’t be a thing because I think I really like him. Even if he could never be a romantic relationship, I just want him as a friend because he’s so cool. 

But I’ve only met him a few times and we’ve only shared one night like this together. The relationship between Tyler and I, and Evan and I, are very very different. Yet I am obsessed with both of them. 

I don’t know what to do. 

What shall I do? About both guys. Help a bitch out. 

[doggonneit]

The Last Red Scribble | Part 1/2

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing/Characters: Kuroo/Tsukishima

Rating: T for Teen

Warnings: Single Parent AU

A.N. This is a part of the KuroTsuki Gift Exchange 2017, written for @moonislander on Tumblr. Hope you enjoy!

Italics is Tsukishima. Bold is Kuroo.

[Read on AO3]

Monday PM

(2:33) I’m about to slam my head into the wall. (2:33) Tobio got into another fight. (2:34) He’s fucking five, how does he keep picking fights.  

(2:35) what a champ

(2:35) What the fuck, Akiteru. (2:35) You’re not supposed to say that.

(2:36) wrong number bud but legit (2:36) tobios got a future in cage fighting (2:36) whos tobio

(2:38) Oh, sorry. Wrong number.

(2:40) well dont leave me hanging (2:40) i need to know who to put my money on in the future

(2:41) Don’t make this weirder than it already is.

(2:41) :)))))

(2:42) Tobio’s my son.

(2:43) are you an old man (2:43) is that why you started texting me (2:44) STRANGER DANGER STRANGER DANGER

(2:45) What the fuck, no. (2:46) I messed up my brother’s new number. (2:46) Evidently.  

(2:46) eviDENTly (2:47) arent you all smart and proper (2:47) thats how i like em

(2:49) Are you seriously flirting with me over text? (2:49) You don’t know stranger danger at all. (2:50) I don’t have time for this.  

(2:53) :((((( (2:55) come back

(2:56) I have to deal with my son.

(2:56) what an adulty adult (2:57) tell tobio hes a fucken champ

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Tuesday AM

(7:22) sooo (7:22) i know your brothers name and your sons name (7:22) but not your name

(7:25) …

(7:25) hint hint

(7:26) Have you seen the latest stranger danger campaign? (7:26) It’s got your face all over it.  

(7:27) you think youre being funny but my mates crack jokes about my ugly mug making children cry (7:28) would tobio cry if he ever saw me

(7:30) He doesn’t even know what you look like.

(7:31) *image attached*

(7:34) I really don’t have time for this. I’m getting Tobio ready for school.

(7:35) if life were a party youd be the clown that sucks all the fun away (7:35) XP

(7:36) Why are you making that face?

(7:36) you hurt my feelings so im sticking my tongue out at you

(7:38) No-one uses that emoji for hurt feelings.

(7:39) i just did (7:39) XP (7:39) oh look i just did it again (7:39) XP (7:39) and again look at me go

(7:42) All right, all right, I’ll ask. (7:44) Tobio says you look like you killed a cat.  

(7:44) how does someone even look like that (7:44) your son needs glasses (7:45) what do you think then (7:45) smouldering eyes wicked grin (7:45) admit it im pretty

(7:46) Yeah, pretty atrocious. (7:46) What’s with that hair?

(7:47) HI THIS IS KUROOS BEST FREIDN FOERVER BOKUTO PLS DONT METNION HIS BEHDEAD IT MAKES HM SELF CONSCOIUS

(7:47) Aww. Is Kuroo sulking now?

(7:47) sajfkdsjp (7:47) asdffhajlkkasdfghijkl

(7:48) I feel like I should be concerned. (7:50) I am actually concerned.  

(7:51) how do i get rid of a body

(7:51) What.

(7:51) how do i (7:51) get rid of (7:51) a body

(7:51) Cook him and serve him to the police who knock on your door asking for his whereabouts.

(7:52) babe thats brilliant (7:52) youre a committed accomplice now

(7:52) On a scale of 1-10, how often do you hit on nameless and faceless strangers over the phone?

(7:52) 1 (7:53) its only ever been you (7:53) *heart emoji*

(7:53) I’m flattered.

(7:53) we have a dilemma (7:54) you know my name and my face (7:54) ive lost the advantage (7:54) who are you o mysterious phone man

(7:54) You really want to know?

(7:55) yes!!

(7:55) Well (7:55) My name is (7:55) *middle finger emoji*  

(7:56) i am (7:56) fucking betrayed (7:56) my own accomplice

(7:57) :)))))

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Wednesday PM

(4:17) *image attached* (4:17) fight gloves for tobio when he grows up lololol

(4:20) Don’t even joke about that.

(4:21) did he get into another fight (4:21) whatd he do steal another kids party pie

(4:22) He ruined someone’s sandcastle.

(4:22) that punk

(4:22) He also threw the bucket at their head and made them cry.

(4:23) holy shit (4:23) i know you cant see but im pissing myself laughing

(4:23) That’s the second time this month. (4:24) Is he going for a new record? How concerned should I be? (4:24) I should ask my brother for advice.  

(4:24) okay but in all seriousness (4:25) dont kids usually act out because theyre upset about things

(4:26) Yep.

(4:26) you sound like you know whats going on

(4:27) Yep.  

(4:27) is the thing not an easy fix

(4:28) Tobio can’t exactly move back into his old neighbourhood and old school.

(4:28) ohhh (4:28) i get that totally been there (4:29) though that happened to me in middle school so i handled it differently

(4:30) You mean you didn’t stomp on sandcastles and throw buckets at people’s heads? (4:30) Shocking.  

(4:31) real mature of me ayy (4:31) but its chill tobio just needs time to adjust

(4:32) He’s been living with me for four months already.

(4:33) hes trying to survive a new environment (4:33) go easy on him

(4:35) All good and well until he accidentally kills one of his classmates.

(4:35) what could he possibly do (4:35) nah dont answer that

(4:36) You’re not inspiring much confidence right now.

(4:37) okay hows this (4:38) the most dangerous thing in a school is a pencil (4:38) if he stabs it through someones eye (4:38) what are the chances of a five year old having that good of an aim

(4:39) We could be surprised.

(4:40) lets give tobio the benefit of the doubt (4:40) have i brought your fears to rest or nah

(4:50) You’re interesting to talk to, I’ll give you that.

(4:50) is that why youve kept talking to me despite the anonymous and rather suspicious nature of our relationship

(4:50) Sure.

(4:51) *heart eyes emoji*

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Thursday PM

(6:44) ive been thinking

(6:46) Make sure you give yourself a break every ten minutes. We wouldn’t want to strain your mental capabilities.

(6:47) hush child i got something to say (6:47) about tobio sort of

(6:48) I’m listening.

(6:49) so yesterdays conversation made me go all introspective (6:49) and if all tobios doing is throwing things (6:50) the lil guy will go far in life (6:50) i mean when i was five i was eating sand

(6:51) Congratulations, you just tripped over the lowest bar society set for its most basic standards.

(6:51) savage i love it (6:52) bokuto just called me a masochist (6:52) he doesnt even know what that means i bet he learned it from akaashi

(6:54) … (6:55) Who’s Akaashi?  

(6:55) the most beautiful man to grace the earth and bokutos boyfriend (6:55) im not even kidding his face was sculpted by gods (6:56) *image attached*

(6:57) Wow.

(6:57) exactly (6:57) no one knows how bokuto snagged him (6:58) my moneys on witchcraft

(6:59) Have a little more faith in your Best Freidn Foerver.

(6:59) hes my best bro but he does NOT have that much game

(6:59) You misspelled Best Freidn Foerver.

(7:00) all right he types like an electrocuted toddler (7:00) hes there for me during the good bad and ugly (7:00) and i support him 100% (7:01) but theres no logical explanation for how he got akaashi

(7:01) Maybe he has charm.

(7:02) gasp (7:02) babe (7:02) did you just imply i dont have any charm

(7:03) I didn’t say anything of the sort but it’s an apt description.

(7:03) you really are a savage (7:04) totally my type just saying

(7:05) For all you know I’m a sixty year old man with whiskers and a pot belly.

(7:05) im a personality kinda guy anyway (7:05) so what do you look like

(7:07) Shh.

(7:07) ?

(7:07) Can you hear that?

(7:07) ??

(7:08) Stranger danger.

(7:08) DUDE COME ON (7:08) or are you actually a sixty year old man with whiskers and a pot belly (7:08) because no judgement if you are

(7:10) *image attached*

(7:11) holy shit (7:11) HOLYS HIT (7:11) AJGSFAJKALHHJKKKLLLL

(7:13) Uh. (7:14) Hello? (7:15) Are you there? (7:18) I’m actually kind of worried now.  

(7:20) Hi, this is Akaashi. Kuroo’s fine; he’s muttering to himself on the floor. (7:21) Something about being sculpted by gods and touched by angels?

(7:22) What the fuck.

(7:22) Nice selfie :)

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Friday PM

(9:28) arms (9:28) abs (9:28) legs (9:28) sore

(9:31) Do I really want to know? (9:31) No, I don’t.  

(9:32) :( (9:32) i experienced life death and hell all in the same day

(9:33) Now I can’t not know.

(9:33) i had vball training for a match next week and it was torture (9:33) and when we thought it was done no (9:34) we had practice matches with alumni and it was torture round two (9:34) then i had coaching which i usually love (9:34) but the kids kept spiking balls at me (9:35) 10 POINTS IF YOU HIT HIS BODY 50 POINTS IF YOU HIT HIS HEAD 100 POINTS IF YOU HIT HIS NOSE

(9:36) You play volleyball?

(9:37) thats all you took from that

(9:37) I used to play volleyball in high school.

(9:37) wait are you serious (9:37) what position??

(9:38) Middle blocker.

(9:38) me too!! (9:38) what are the chances of us both playing vball and being middle blockers (9:39) this is destiny i feel it

(9:40) That was another lifetime ago lol.

(9:40) once a vball player always a vball player (9:40) how tall are you

(9:41) 195cm, why?

(9:43) 195 and yOU DONT PLAY VBALL (9:43) this is a crime (9:44) tell me tobio plays vball

(9:45) I... don’t think he’s ever tried it?

(9:46) the outrage (9:46) how could you (9:47) i just felt my heart crack (9:47) oohhh the pain

(9:47) Poor baby. Want me to kiss it better?

(9:47) i (9:47) ijakl

(9:48) ?? (9:50) Did you disappear on me again. (9:50) This seems to be a growing trend.

(9:51) Hi, this is Akaashi again. Kuroo is currently incapacifjskkl (9:51) WAHT DID U DO TO MY BSET FREIND FOREBER WHYS HE ALL RED N CHOKN ON HIS WORSD

(9:52) Oh. (9:52) Scroll up.

(9:52) OHO (9:53) OHOHO

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Saturday AM

(11:10) my mates wont stop laughing at me (11:10) i live in a house of dicks (11:11) cant even escape them theyre on my team (11:11) i blame you

(11:15) Sucks to be you lol.

(11:15) are you taking pleasure in my pain

(11:15) It sounds wrong when you put it that way.

(11:15) ;) (11:16) i’m still upset though (11:16) make me feel better?

(11:17) You seem to think I possess the ability to feel pity. (11:17) I don’t.  

(11:18) you know what you do possess (11:18) the ability to feel annoyance (11:18) ! (11:18) ! (11:18) ! (11:18) ! (11:18) ! (11:18) is it annoying yet (11:18) ! (11:18) ! (11:18) ! (11:18) ! (11:18) !

(11:19) ALL RIGHT, STOP.

(11:19) victory

(11:20) What do you want.

(11:17) whats your name

(11:17) Are you serious.

(11:17) i wanna know

(11:18) You reek of desperation.

(11:18) not gonna change my mind

(11:19) …

(11:19) wanna do the whole !!! thing again

(11:21) Fine. (11:21) You’ll ask politely.

(11:21) dom huh (11:21) im into that (11:22) will you pretty please with a cherry on top tell me what your name is

(11:22) N (11:22) O (11:22) *heart emoji*

(11:24) i cant believe (11:24) how could you (11:24) youre so mean

(11:24) :)))))

(11:25) shouldve expected it (11:25) do you always play with peoples hearts like this

(11:25) I enjoy jerking you around. You make some pretty good entertainment.

(11:26) glad to be of service :’)

(11:26) I suppose I could throw you a bone.

(11:26) im not falling for it this time

(11:26) Tsukishima.

(11:27) …

(11:27) My name is Tsukishima.

(11:27) it is (11:27) up down left right with you

(11:27) Disappointed?

(11:28) NEVER WITH YOU (11:28) TSUKKIIII

(11:28) No. (11:28) Do not.  

(11:28) i love your name its beautiful like you

(11:29) I revoke your right to say my name ever again.

(11:29) TSUKKIIII (11:29) *heart eyes emoji*

(11:32) I have never regretted anything more in my life.

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Sunday PM

(3:24) You said you have a volleyball match next week, right?

(3:28) is this a dream (3:28) are you actually texting me first

(3:29) Miracles abound today.

(3:29) yeah i have a match next week why

(3:29) I mentioned it to Tobio and he got really excited. (3:30) He made me explain everything. I spent hours talking about rules and moves.  

(3:30) i  knew that kid had the vball genes in him

(3:30) I even dug up some old practice tapes from high school. (3:31) He’s obsessed with setting.  

(3:31) hed get along with my setter (3:31) that arrogant ass (3:31) i love him though

(3:32) *image attached*

(3:33) what… is that

(3:33) Tobio’s lack of artistic talent.

(3:33) i hope you didnt tell him that

(3:34) He said it was you blocking and scoring the winning point.

(3:35) he drew a picture of me?

(3:35) He captured your likeness down to the last red scribble.

(3:35) omg… omg...

(3:37) It’s not that big of a deal.

(3:37) youre not ruining this for me (3:37) this is the best day of my life

(3:37) Remember when we talked about low standards?

(3:37) your son loves me

(3:38) He drew a picture of you.

(3:38) and how many other people has he drawn???

(3:38) …

(3:38) thought so (3:39) tell my biggest fan i said hello and thank you (3:39) its the prettiest picture ive ever gotten

(3:39) Don’t get nudes much, huh.

(3:40) wow (3:40) WOWW (3:40) that went beyond savage (3:40) that was straight up murder

(3:41) You like it.

(3:41) yeah im really wondering about that masochistic streak

(3:41) About that.

(3:42) ??

(3:42) I was thinking (3:42) If you were interested (3:42) I could help you explore that.

(3:44) i just dropped my fuckign phone (3:44) are you fucking with me right now

(3:45) Yes.

(3:46) i fucking hate you

(3:46) No, you don’t.

(3:46) no i don’t

(3:46) Why do you keep falling for these things.

(3:47) actually im falling for you

(3:47) Seriously.

(3:47) hope (3:47) its all i got buddy (3:49) is this going to be like last time when you said no but then changed your mind

(3:50) No.

(3:50) dammit

.

Monday PM

(7:18) happy one week anniversary babe (7:18) do i get a gift (7:18) eyebrow wiggle

(7:21) Did you just type -eyebrow wiggle- at me

(7:22) *video attached*

(7:23) I did not ask for a video of you wiggling your eyebrows.

(7:23) its my gift to you

(7:23) I’m so… grateful.

(7:24) cmon gift gift gift

(7:24) I don’t know, I don’t have anything. (7:24) Actually (7:25) *image attached*  

(7:25) omg is that tobio (7:25) hes so fucken cute wtf (7:26) look at those hamster cheeks (7:26) whats he eating

(7:26) Blueberry cupcake. (7:26) It’s his reward for behaving in school.  

(7:27) aww no fights today?

(7:28) His teacher said he engaged positively with other students. He was trying to play volleyball with them.

(7:28) omg thats adorable (7:28) i see where he gets it from (7:28) are you teaching him how to play

(7:30) I taught him how to receive but I’m rusty. (7:30) I should look into classes for him. (7:30) Do they even have classes for kids that young?  

(7:31) the rec centre where i coach does (7:31) idk about other places though

(7:31) Whereabouts is your rec centre?

(7:32) shh

(7:32) You’re not doing the stranger danger thing on me.

(7:32) do you hear that

(7:32) Can you hear my sigh travelling across the wind.

(7:33) STRANGER DANGER

(7:33) Are you done.

(7:33) my centres in tokyo lol

(7:34) It wouldn’t happen to be the Tokyo Sports and Recreation Centre?

(7:34) how did you know that (7:34) oh my god this is real (7:34) STRANGER DANGER

(7:36) It’s a twenty minute walk from my place.

(7:36) i know i just joked about stranger danger but should you really be telling me that

(7:37) Take it as proof that I don’t think you’re a predatory serial killer.

(7:37) thats the nicest thing youve ever said to me (7:38) *heart emoji* (7:38) well if youre interested the kiddy classes are wed 5pm and sat 10am (7:38) you can go to one or both

(7:40) Hmm.

(7:40) times no good?

(7:42) My brother has Tobio on both those days. (7:42) I’ll have to talk to him about this.  

(7:43) ahh dont wanna encroach on uncle nephew bonding time

(7:43) I don’t think Akiteru will mind-- he used to play volleyball too.

(7:43) how did you ever think tobio wouldnt be a vball player (7:44) its clearly in his genes

(7:44) Wishful thinking. I never really liked volleyball.

(7:45) what no (7:45) why

(7:46) It was just a school club. I only did it because it was something to do.

(7:47) you come into my house

(7:48) Lol.

(7:48) well hey its paying off now (7:48) i bet tobio looks at you like youre a god

(7:49) Yeah. (7:49) It’s the first time he’s really looked at me. (7:50) So thanks. (7:50) :)

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“The Laws of Attraction” | Once Upon a Time

Title: The Laws of Attraction Fandom: Once Upon a Time Rating: M Genre: Romance Words: 6,748 Completed: 01/17/2017 Summary: Modern!AU Captain Swan. There’s the prospect of finishing his celebratory rum in the peace and quiet afforded to him by this blissfully empty bar. And then there’s the blonde perched atop the stool three seats down, nibbling on a pretzel like she’s either forgotten she’s still eating it or a million miles away. Prequel to Guilty, Your Honor.

Written as part of @csjanuaryjoy, with gratitude to @katie-dub for inviting me to this wonderful fic event in the first place! A few people mentioned how much they’d miss the GYH universe when that story came to a close, and I know there was some question about whether we’d ever see Killian’s POV -- and so, this prequel was born ;)

However, you do not need to have read GYH to read this fic, and vice versa. If you do have any interest in reading both, though, my suggestion is to start with GYH, because of... spoilers. Hope you like! <3

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The Laws of Attraction

There’s the prospect of finishing his celebratory rum in the peace and quiet afforded to him by this blissfully empty bar. And then there’s the blonde perched atop the stool three seats down, nibbling on a pretzel like she’s either forgotten she’s still eating it or a million miles away.

He hadn’t even noticed when she’d walked in – which is a damn near shame, in his opinion, because he’s certain it isn’t the fit of her jeans giving him the impression of long, shapely legs, even when they’re crammed under the counter. But he’s not in the habit of openly ogling strangers, especially when they’re wont to share a common space with him for any length of time, so that’s just about the only thing he can process about her when he looks up, startled by the noise of her dragging the bowl of stale pretzels closer to her end of the bar.

Well, that and a tussle of long blond curls. And eyes so sharp he’s almost glad they hadn’t met his head-on, or he suspects he might have had an even more difficult time getting that sip of rum down the hatch.

Really, he has no business dealing with pretty strangers at all tonight, or, indeed, feeling relieved that he’d left work wearing his best suit. Going out in honor of a hard-won case has become a rare indulgence in the months since Storybrooke made him partner, and while there’s something to be said about David’s easy companionship or Ruby’s high energy that makes social drinking a consistent source of entertainment, he’s not one to pass up an opportunity for quiet solitude, either.

(It’s a familiar comfort – one he’s never quite gotten out of his system from the days when it’d been the only option. And, luckily for him, the city has at least this one particular bar that’s reliably deserted on any given night in the middle of the week.)

So it’s inconvenient, then, that he keeps finding his gaze straying over to the only other occupant at the counter, although he really should be trying harder to stop himself. Black leather, bare collarbones tucked under a neckline bent askew. Loose shirt dipping just low enough for a hint of pale cleavage.

He swears she’s been chewing on that same pretzel since she stole the entire dish for herself.

“You know they refill them.”

She starts, blinking over at him like she’s unsure whether he’s speaking to her, and he’s glad that the relative silence of the bar makes his voice a little more penetrable to her apparent faraway daze. Sure enough, it feels like she’s pinned him to his seat the moment her eyes regain focus and meet his – and then flicker downward so quickly, he may not have noticed it had their suspicion not mellowed as he suspects she registers his distance.

Still, they remain narrowed, and he’s about to pronounce it a lost cause until the line of her pink lips tilts at the corners.

“I’m aware,” she says, and she pops the entire pretzel into her mouth with a relish that has a flicker of heat tingling the back of his neck. In retrospect, maybe that wasn’t the best opener, even if she’d somehow understood what he’d meant in the first place.

“Apologies, love.” He tries a small smile. “Far be it from me to assume any lack of experience on your part.”

She only stares at him for a second, giving him the distinct feeling that he’s been placed on the stand, before she tilts her head. “Something tells me you’re usually pretty thorough. In your assumptions,” she adds on quickly, which has him going from delighted at where her mind seems to be straying (if her disconcerted expression is anything to go by), to inordinately disappointed that she’s only just met him and her opinion is already just as far down in the gutter.

“Darling, if I wanted to assume anything of anyone tonight, don’t you think I’d be better off trying my luck elsewhere?”

She seems to glance over his shoulder at the only other patron of the bar, who had been napping in a booth last he checked. “I’m not sure if I should be insulted,” she says, like she’s asking him a question.

“Do you want to be?”

Her mouth opens with what is probably an astute retort, but then, just as quickly, it snaps shut. He thinks he should be pleased at her hesitation, her lips pressing together like she’s trying not to concede defeat with any sign of amusement – but by the way the green dances in her eyes, he has to say she’s not doing a very good job.

“With lines like those,” she says at last, “am I really supposed to believe you’re not trying to get lucky right now?”

Her accusing tone aside, it feels like she’s just paid him the slightest bit of praise. “Actually,” he says lightly, “I believe I already have.”

“Is that right?”

“You’re still talking to me, aren’t you?”

At this, she actually laughs – and he’s a lost cause faster than the sound can ripple through him, leaping in time with his heartbeat. “If you’re this bad with alcohol,” she says with a shake of her head, “I’d hate to see you when you’re sober.”

“It’s just the one, love,” he tells her in a valiant attempt to seem serious, nudging the glass in front of him with the lift of a single brow. “It’s a weeknight, and it’s late. What sort of man do you take me for?”

“Apparently the sort that likes to flirt before even giving out his name.”

He grins. “Killian. Jones.”

“Emma,” she replies, and she reaches over the stools between them to slide her hand into his. It’s slight but warm, filling his palm with a tingle he doesn’t think has anything to do with the heat, and it feels like she pulls away a little too quickly and much too soon. Her eyes dart down to the empty seats. He has just enough time to wonder if she’s thinking, just as he is, of making an effort to continue this conversation without shouting over across half the length of the bar, before she’s speaking again. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who drinks a single glass of straight rum for fun, though.”

The way she wrinkles her nose is probably a lot more endearing than it should be. “I’ve never met anyone who goes to a bar and eats pretzels for fun, either.”

“Are you offering to buy me a drink?” she snorts.

“I would,” he admits, eyeing her soda deliberately, “if I didn’t think the way into your heart wasn’t necessarily through the most expensive wine on the menu.”

“Are you sure it isn’t because you’re afraid you’ll look bad if I outdrink you?”

“If I didn’t know any better, love, I’d say it sounds like you’re suggesting something highly improper, under the circumstances.”

Her pretty mouth twists. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you look like the kind of guy who doesn’t know the meaning of the word improper.”

“I have no idea what you mean, love,” he tells her – and, well, he’s neither oblivious nor an idiot. He leans in, smiles widely in the way he knows will coax her eyes downward if he does it just right.

It does. She licks her lips, though he’s too distracted to even begin to wonder whether or not she’s doing it on purpose.

“It isn’t improper if I can handle more than one drink late on a weeknight,” she finally says, and he can’t even be properly affronted at how precisely her pointed grin hits home. She clears her throat to get the attention of the short bartender, who has thankfully (whether consciously or not) been giving them what little privacy he can offer by lounging on his phone at the end of the counter, orders a glass of red that she very specifically adds to her own tab.

“I hope,” he props an elbow on the counter when she turns to face him fully, the challenge glinting in her eyes like a bloody siren’s call, “this decision will still feel like a good one come daylight hours, love.”

She hums, and the sound travels southward faster than he can take in a breath. “As a matter of fact, I’m getting the feeling it just might.”

And, well, she’s delightful, this Emma – and he doesn’t even know her last name. He doesn’t know a single thing about her, actually, because how they manage to talk without touching on a single significant personal detail is beyond his capacity for rational thought, especially as he comes to terms with what he does know.

That she’s piercing in more than just her gaze, quick-tongued and thornier than she looks. That, somehow, it’s still the easiest thing in the world to quip back the first words that come to mind, time and time again, until he’s forgotten all his good sense but for the sight of her biting the inside of her cheek, trying not to smile. That when she does, he feels as though he may have just been punched in the gut; that it’s even worse when she laughs harder than she probably means to at his awful impression of her attitude (Come on, is that really what Americans sound like to you? He’d snorted, suppressing his triumphant elation. Perhaps you could give me a different phrase to mimic, then. Something like: yes, I’d love to let you buy me another drink?).

That, despite it all, she still doesn’t trust him as far as she can throw him, which is why, he understands, they’re speaking like this in the first place. No strings; no mess. She may have finally taken the bar stool next to him, no excuse or explanation for why she’d switched sides on her way back from the restroom, but she’d also downed the refill he’d ended up purchasing after all before she left, so it shouldn’t exactly come to a surprise to him that this is all in good fun and nothing else

(It shouldn’t be making him this wistful, either, for something he doesn’t want to name – and yet, for all the good fun he’s had in the time since he left his heart behind in England, the name comes to mind much more quickly than he’d expect.)

He’d barely started his first glass of rum when she’d commandeered the bowl of bar pretzels right along with his attention (and also, maybe, the beginnings of something else). He’s halfway through his second by the time she touches him in a way far removed from a friendly handshake in greeting – though, it isn’t anything scandalous at all, how her knee knocks against his as she shifts in her seat, for the third time in as many minutes. It might just be the restless flutter of alcohol talking, or maybe the lights have gotten dimmer since he last noticed, but he swears that glow on the fair skin of her cheeks hadn’t been there before.

He’s even more certain that the way she’s watching him now, up through her lashes with the faintest trace of coyness marking her full, pink mouth, is a pretty new thing, too.

“You know,” he says in a low voice, one that requires her to lean in to hear him (or so it would seem), “I’m aware we’re hard-pressed for space here, but one might think you had suddenly acquired a penchant for clumsiness.”

The sleepy booth-dweller aside, Misthaven has gained but three new patrons in the time since she arrived: a middle-aged man minding his own business at the end of the counter, and two older women exchanging excited stories at a table by the front. Emma’s smile is one of slow seduction as she shifts even closer, perched on the edge of her stool, and presses her leg against the inside of his thigh, clearly not an accident at all.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, eyes gleaming darkly up at him, even as her warmth continues seeping into and up the seam of his trousers until they start feeling just a tad too tight. He works down a swallow but doesn’t dare break her gaze. The moment he so much as glances downward, he knows, is the moment he’ll lose to the flighty snare of temptation.

“You shouldn’t be.” One hand wrapped around the edge of the bar under his elbow, he delights in the quiet hitch of her breath as he ducks in even nearer, catches the sweet aroma of mixed perfume and wine on his tongue. “There are quite a few ways I imagine you might be able to make it up to me instead.”

And it’s just because he’s determined not to let his eyes stray that he notices when her own green stare flickers to his mouth; lingers for one long, agonizing second; flits back up, its hard focus wavering.

That’s the only reason he has enough time to suck in a quick breath before she seems to square her shoulders, crumples the front of his shirt in her fist, and hauls him forward to press her soft lips to his.

She’s warm, firm but gentle, and he doesn’t need the velvet coaxing of her mouth to respond in kind, even as his mind goes completely blank but for what it takes to feel. The way she shivers under his touch as his fingers brush her jaw, holding her in place. Her sigh at the smooth slide of his tongue against hers, and how her lips part to let him taste her properly, thoroughly, drawing him into the kiss like he’s ready to drown. She responds with an eager hunger that jolts through every nerve ending in his body, throbs a dull, frantic staccato through his veins until his blood feels saturated with the heat of her, until his muscles tense with a base desire born distinctly below the belt.

Her mouth is bliss, and he wastes no time in drinking her up – catching her top lip with both of his, dragging a ruined noise out of her mouth, and, regretfully, breaking the kiss altogether.

Bloody hell.

A shudder jolts down his spine at the abrupt loss of contact, and then at the warm brush of her labored breathing, quiet pants in time with the pounding of his heart. When he opens his eyes, she’s already considering him, her gaze clouded not with inattention, now, but for a very different reason. It feels like the same one that prickles with wanting just beneath his skin.

“Take me home?” Her whisper is a delicate sound that raises gooseflesh across his skin. He realizes, belatedly, that she’s neglected to let go of his collar, both hands buried in his shirt now, and that he’s got his free one halfway up the length of her thigh without even having remembered moving in the first place.

He also realizes: he has absolutely no intention of letting go.

“Lucky indeed,” he murmurs, and a weak laugh escapes her as she pries her fingers from his tie, wraps them around his to drag him right off of his stool.

(Unless he’s mistaken, it doesn’t seem like she’s quite ready to let go, either.)

For the second time tonight, his grip fumbles, and he nearly drops his keys. The breathy chuckle in his ear is just one reason why.

“What were the words you used?” she murmurs. She has but a single hand light on his hip, but the heat of it burrows through his suit jacket all the same. “Penchant for clumsiness?”

To his relief, the key finally slides home. “If it’s a demonstration of dexterity you’d like, darling,” he twists the door open for her, cocking an eyebrow as she passes him with a grin, “I’d be more than happy to comply.”

“That seems like it could be pretty fun for the both of us,” she admits. “I think—” The rest of her response is cut off the moment she crosses the threshold of his apartment, which, in his book, is more than enough in the interest of public decency. Before the door has even swung fully shut behind him, he’s fitting his hands against the curve of her jaw and pinning her back against the wall, mouth on hers like it’s becoming a fast addiction. Her head falls back, and the delicious sound of her pleased sigh vibrates through him faster than his blood can spike with the feeling of her palms skimming up his chest, over his shoulders, and into his hair.

It nearly drives him mad, how wonderfully she fits against him: the fine tangle of her curls around his fingers, the soft press of her breasts, her waist, her lips.

She can probably feel just how mad it’s making him, too – had probably felt it, in fact, all the way home from the bar, if her not-so-innocently wandering hands had been as thorough as they’d felt.

Her leg curving behind his calf, she pushes her hips against his with an accuracy that has him clenching his teeth, lust sparking white-hot behind his eyelids as he chokes out a groan. The hum of her laughter breaks the kiss, and she tugs at his jacket with amused impatience.

“You really know how to make a girl work for it, don’t you?” He shrugs the offending article of clothing off to the ground, to hell with proper formalwear care right now, and her nimble fingers start working on the top of his waistcoat. “How many goddamn pieces is this suit?”

There’s the longer story – the truth – of how he’d needed to dress to impress in court today, but that’s probably too much information for her, as it is. And yet, he nearly bites his tongue in an effort to keep the words from slipping out of his mouth.

(Though, that could also simply be due to how she abandons the line of buttons halfway down, starts tugging the tuck of his shirt from his trousers, instead.)

“I imagine,” he murmurs, his lips brushing a trail backwards across her cheek, “it might be an enjoyable exercise for you to find out.” He struggles with her own jacket, tight around her shoulders until she finally relents; the second it hits the floor, her hand is back on his belt, moving with a swiftness that almost brings him to his knees. But instead, he ducks his head, half to hide his expression, half to inhale the noise that escapes the long column of her throat when he kisses her there. The scent of her shampoo is a subtle sweetness on his nose as it grazes her skin, but it nearly overwhelms him all the same.

Another thing that nearly overwhelms him: the jolt of pleasure that lurches through his body at the feeling of her hand slipping into the front of his trousers, the flat of her palm cupping him through his undergarments without even the decency of preamble.

He nearly chokes, his voice unrecognizable: “Bad form, love.” As much as he’s loathe to, he snatches her slender wrist in his hand, pulls away just enough that she’s forced to open her eyes. Her smile is unapologetic, dark and dangerous. “You’d have a man in his foyer before he gets the chance to show you the rest of his home?”

Something flickers in her expression – but it vanishes long before he can make out what it is. “You wouldn’t have me against the wall?” she asks, with a false sweetness that nearly draws a laugh from his throat.

“I’d have you anywhere, darling,” he says. He leans back in, his free hand sliding down her hip with clear intent, and he feels her own unsnared fingers hook into the opening of his tie. “But if you wanted to sacrifice comfort for efficiency, we may as well have stayed at the bar.”

Restroom sex isn’t the worst on his list of public offenses (from days long past, he’ll admit), but it seems like the dirtiest idea in the world when the white line of her teeth sinks into her bottom lip. “Talk about a missed opportunity.”

“You’re telling me.” He tastes her grin on his tongue when he kisses her, his mouth curving in turn, despite himself, and before she can protest further, he hefts her against the wall and bends to catch the space behind her knees, urging her legs to wrap around his waist.

“Fuck.” Sure enough, the moment he hoists her up properly, the way she fits around him leaves nothing to the imagination, and if she couldn’t before, there isn’t a doubt in his mind her gasp is born of feeling him hard between her thighs now. Despite the truth in his earlier words (because gods yes, he loves the idea of hooking her leg over his shoulder right here in his entryway, or against a stall door back at the bar restroom, or even in the alley behind Misthaven, modesty be damned), he’s not willing to waste what he suspects is his one shot with this glorious woman by ending the night anywhere but inside her.

Her elbows curve around his neck as he begins to walk, and his hands find his way under her shirt, lightly stroking the arch of her back. She takes the time to tug it over her head altogether before bending her head to kiss him so thoroughly, he doesn’t have time to stumble at the sight of all that marvelous skin, pale against a glimpse of light-colored undergarments. Her soft hair falling in a curtain around his face, he makes it to his bedroom in record time, much faster than he suspects is safe while trying to balance their combined weight, for the chance to see it again.

It’s white, the lace encasing her torso (though only just). She practically glows in the darkness, against the spread of his bedsheets, but the color of her eyes glinting up at him – well, it tells a slightly different story.

“Come on,” she murmurs, flicking open the button of her jeans, looking positively obscene sprawled out like that, where he’d deposited her with no small care. “You’re falling behind.”

He suppresses a chuckle. “And whose fault is that, exactly?”

The satisfaction of her eye-roll is lost on him in favor of each new inch of bare skin (and, heavens help him, a matching scrap of white lace) she reveals as she kicks off her boots, peels her pants down to follow them on the ground. He’s surprised he even makes it as far as his shirt, honestly, his fingers fumbling over the buttons, the knot of his tie, before he’s abandoning the effort altogether and crawling up his bed to meet her, only halfway undressed.

She’s hot under his palms, her kiss-bruised mouth opening with what he thinks might be a complaint, but all that comes out is a sigh when he slips his tongue into her mouth.

“You’re so bad at this,” she mutters against his lips, after several long, wonderful moments. By the way she’s shoving his trousers off of his hips with an efficiency she owes to her previous head start, he doesn’t think he could be offended if he tried, though it is a tad uncomfortable realizing just how tightly his remaining article of clothing currently fits.

The smooth slide of skin on skin, on the other hand – that’s not uncomfortable at all.

“You require proof for everything, don’t you?” His eyes almost roll into the back of his head when her hands finally roam the expanse of his chest, her bare toes skimming the backs of his calves as he leans over her slender frame, letting his mouth hover just above hers. She licks her lips, and he groans at the feeling of her nails scratching lightly across his skin.

“Is that so terrible?”

Her fingers travel lower, skimming the line of hair below his navel. “No,” he breathes. “No, it’s not. But I do hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, darling.”

“Why don’t you show me?” Her smirk gleams in the darkness, and he inhales sharply as she toys with the waistband of his boxers, but she only just grazes him with her other hand before he shifts away.

“That’s not showing you.”

“Isn’t it?”

Every inch of him, coiled tight and hot with desire, really wishes it was, but he’s a gentleman first and foremost. Instead of gracing her with a verbal response, he dips his mouth into her shoulder, prompting a sound that feels suspiciously like a laugh but also, gratifyingly, like a gasp, works his way downward with his lips until he’s – finally – sliding his hand under her back. The clasp comes undone with just the barest coaxing, and then the soft weight of her breasts fill his palms at last.

“Oh,” she sighs, long and slow. When he draws her into his mouth, she’s sweet on his tongue, nipples drawn tight, chest swelling with each heavy breath, and the way she writhes against him urges him downward still in a wet trail across her stomach. He presses a kiss to the hollow of her waist.

“Dexterity, wasn’t it?” She casts him a dazed look, and he has to work down a swallow at the sight of her hair strewn across his pillows before he speaks again. “That was the first thing you wanted of me?”

Her answering smile is a lazy thing of pure radiance. Hooking his fingers into the lace at her hips, despite how much concentration it takes to suppress the raw lust already pumping through his blood, he drags the last shred of clothing off of her body. Before he can so much as begin to take in the sight of her fully flushed and naked, however – though he doesn’t know if any amount of time would be enough to regain his breath, much less show the full extent of his appreciation – he’s startled by the feeling of her ankle nudging his thigh.

“Fair play,” she murmurs. Biting down a grin, he discards the last of his own undergarments with a relief that probably shouldn’t be this profound, but, as it is, he’s never been gladder to be free of it in his life when he’s been strained to get out of it since she first laid a hand on him, when the prospect of her gaze on him has every other muscle in his body tensing with need. His fingers drag up the smooth skin of her thigh, and her legs twitch open in anticipation as he makes his way back up to kiss her.

Her eyes flutter shut, her back arching the second his thumb meets warm, wet flesh. Propped up on an elbow next to her head, he takes his time, loses himself in the twin allures of her mouth and her heat, teasing and sliding and rubbing until she doesn’t seem to know what to do with her hands – one curled into his hair to keep him in place, the other grasping at his shoulder, his neck, down to where his cock is pressed hard against her hip. His fingers stumble, and she moans. Maybe she knows exactly what she’s doing, after all.

When she’s finally wound up so tight, he can practically feel that spot at the apex of her thighs, swollen and slippery with his task, throb her desperation in a painful rhythm he knows all too well, he slows down, feels her tremble as she breaks the kiss.

“I need you,” she whispers against the corner of his mouth, like the best kind of music to his ears. “I need you. Please.” He doesn’t need to be told twice. He reaches for the nightstand drawer behind her, although his valiant attempt at (completely, undeniably grateful) acquiescence is all but foiled when she uses that opportunity to slide her hand between them, wrapping her clever fingers around the thrust of his erection before he can plead mercy.

“Bloody hell.” The condom packet nearly drops from his grasp. Preoccupied with trying to still her before she can do any permanent damage, he tears it open using his teeth instead, but there’s extra care that needs to be taken in rolling it on – and, indeed, in climbing back into position, lining himself up properly.

It’s only then that he forces himself to wait.

To hover over her, the heat that burns in her gaze prickling gooseflesh down his spine along the path of her nails.

To give himself the space of one indulgent second to take it in – the darkness of her cheeks, her stare, her full, parted lips – before he’s sinking down into her in a long, smooth motion, filling her with a tightness that burns.

“Shit.” Her lashes flutter as her eyes rolls back into her head, and her grip digs into the muscles in his back, the ones that squeeze with the pleasure jolting through every fiber in his body. Embarrassingly enough, that’s almost all it takes for him to break altogether.

“I beg to differ, love,” he only just manages, though he hasn’t an inkling how. He steels himself before pulling out, sliding in again, deep and slow, savoring the perfect wet fit of her quim. “I’m not one to exaggerate, but I’d lean more towards positively exquisite.” A noise escapes her, one he think is born of agreement, and he spends far too much time in the moment following wondering about her stance on dirty talk, at least as best he can while he’s wrought so mentally incoherent.

“Come on,” she urges him, breathlessly, when it seems the experimental stretch becomes too much to bear. She digs her heels into the small of his back, and it takes him in deeper to the point that he has no choice but to comply. He begins to move – precise, deliberate thrusts that tear at the edges of his self-control. Burying his face into her neck as he buries himself inside her, over and over and over, his mouth meets damp, hot skin, and, in the interest of allowing her to chase her pleasure first, he does whatever he needs to distract himself from the tight vice of her sex.

Sucks a bruise into her pulse point, which flickers furiously against his lips. Sinks his teeth into her shoulder and tastes the salt of her sweat on his tongue. She clenches around him, so slick and tight and wonderful, it takes nearly everything he has to keep the feverish tautness of release at bay, to let it build, higher and higher, coiling inward with a heat that is becoming unbearably strained. He just reaches the point where he thinks he might lose his mind if everything doesn’t shatter right bloody fucking now – but then she’s tensing, walls aflutter, head falling back with a gasp, and he knows she’s there, one last painful thrust to push her over the edge of breaking.

He also knows the blazing expression of rapture on her face when she comes, hard and fast, is going to be scorched into his memory for a long, long time, even as everything dissolves into nothing, and all that exists is but the pulsing delight of his own relief, the blossom of mingled heat and bliss coaxed through his body by the pleasure of hers.

(The unintelligible groan that leaves his mouth at the peak of his desperation – he’d deny it until his dying day, but it sounds one hell of a lot like her name.

Emma.)

In the breathless, incoherent moments after, he can only brace himself against the sheets around her head, trying to regain his senses enough to keep from collapsing on top of her. When he traces the flush of her skin all the way to its source, and higher still, something in his chest swells when he realizes that she’s watching him, too, the tiniest hint of a sated smile on the edges of her darkened mouth.

At least, for all the jabs thrown today, they’re on the same page on that front.

He pulls out carefully, but, sorely lacking the energy to haul himself to the bathroom right this second, he drops to the cool relief of the bedspead beside her, unable to bring himself to care about the sweat beginning to dry on his skin. Rolling her shoulders, she seems to stretch in one long, indecently languid motion, before she tilts her head in his direction, the green in her gaze glittering dimly in the faint light from the windows.

The words are out of his mouth before he can help it – though they’re quiet all the same, unwilling to disturb the lingering haze of their release: “Looks like I’m not the only one who doesn’t know the meaning of improper.”

He isn’t sure if it’s just because she’s drained, but her delicate snort of a chuckle is a pleasant surprise. “Coming from you,” she mutters, the sheets rustling as she turns on her side, “that almost sounds like a compliment.”

“Truthfully, love, I’m not convinced you meant it as an insult either.”

“Hmm. Glad to hear you took it in stride.”

Despite the slow creep of heaviness stealing its way into his bones, his mouth twitches into a smile. “That doesn’t sound very convincing either.”

“Good.” It’s but a mumble, but he feels it spark a warmth through his system anyway. Her pillow crinkles under her head. “Because I didn’t mean it.”

“Is that right?”

She hums. “Actually, I…”

Her voice falls silent.

It takes him longer than it should to comprehend that his eyes have slid shut without his permission, so it’s another few seconds still before he’s able to blink the shadows out of his vision, bleary and disoriented as to why she’s trailed off so suddenly. But, he soon realizes, there’s only one plausible reason to it.

Inches away, nestled in a tangle of gold curls on top of the pillow opposite – she’s asleep.

He hesitates. Her face dipping into the pillowcase, her bare shoulder shifting almost imperceptibly with her breath, she’s well and truly completely unconscious, though she’s radiant all the same for being out like a lightbulb. Exhausted as he is, his mind can only dully conjure the most naïve of simple questions.

Had she meant to stay the night?

And then, perhaps more importantly: Should I care so much at all?

The answer doesn’t come to him no matter how long he lies there, staring through the darkness, his heartbeat slowing in time with the sound of her quiet breathing, nor does it come when he finally hauls himself out of bed and into the bathroom to clean himself up (the time on his bedside table reads just after two o’clock, and he knows he’s going to have a rough morning come the blaring of his alarm). In fact, the closest thing he has to a response only just flickers through his mind on his return, in the split second it takes to register her still sound asleep, curled on her side, crumpling the mussed duvet beneath her bare form.

He sinks down onto the edge of the bed, casting a glance at her over his shoulder. There’s an errant curl that’s fallen across her cheek, and, in a moment of what must be insanity, his hand twitches with the urge to move it out of her face. But he catches himself, unsure of how she’d take to that if she were awake. Instead, careful not to shift her, he loosens the sheets from under her until he can drag them up to cover her shoulder, then slips into the other side of the bed with a quiet groan of the mattress, leaving a respectable space between them as he settles down. Despite her presence (or perhaps because of it, her quiet slumber a remarkably calming influence on his nerves), the call of post-sex gratification lures his body into a mindless state of ease with a prowess he should probably be thankful for.

And yet, the urge to nudge closer into her warmth, to fall asleep beside her proper, chases him into the dark still, until the last thought he has before he falls asleep is, inappropriately, of second rounds – and, indeed, second chances.

She’s gone before he wakes.

He’s barely conscious when his hand curls into warm sheets, his nose filling with a subtle sweetness that seems out of place, even to his groggy mind. It’s the unfamiliarity of it, he has just enough mental energy to suspect, that rouses him where his alarm fails. Cracking open one eye, he squints into the soft daylight streaming in through the curtains, and the moment his gaze falls on the disheveled sheets beside him, the dip in the pillow on the other side of the bed, the reality of the previous night – in all of its glorious detail, to the delight of the ache already tightening in his groin – jolts through his mind in a flash.

Emma.

He shouldn’t be surprised – and yet. His temples squeezing with the punishment of sleep deprivation, he scrubs a hand over his face, props himself up on an elbow (every muscle in his body twinges just from that motion alone) to get a better look around. Sure enough, a quick scan of the room is enough to confirm that her clothes are gone, even if traces of her remain in the spot she’d occupied last night, and he only realizes he’s staring unthinkingly at that same spot, a knot forming in his stomach he doesn’t think has anything to do with overexertion, when the snooze bell of his alarm startles him back into awareness.

He twists to jab the off button with less force than he’d normally be inclined to use. Instead of sitting up, though, he lets that same tired energy drag him back down into his pillow, flopping down with a sharp, exasperated huff and reaching up to shield his eyes with his arms – from the light, sure, but also from the impulsive thought of what that light might look like woven through mussed blond curls. It’s far, far too early to be dealing with hollow disappointment, he thinks, especially when it has no business being anywhere near the night he’s just had, shared with a woman whose intentions he’d been aware of from the start. It’s all in the name of the game, and it’s not her fault he’d begun to wonder, halfway through, how it’d feel to start playing a different one.

He knows that if he were to reach back over to the other side of the bed, the lingering heat of her slumber would be there still.

His jaw clenches, and he gives himself a rough mental shake, trying to separate the image of her sleepy smile from the space behind his eyelids. If his bedside clock wasn’t proof enough, his internal alarm is bristling with a similar warning of the late hour, and he’s all too aware he doesn’t have the time to dwell on could-bes, or what-ifs, or any other memories that are likely to tempt his hand right now, so to speak. He’d had to reschedule his preliminary meetings with his Crocodile case clients for earlier this morning, thanks to the transfer Regina told him she’d be bringing in, which means he’s already in for a rough commute. All of this dithering is only guaranteed to make it that much worse.

He takes a deep breath in an effort to pull himself together, to shove down anything that may have overstayed its welcome from the wonder that was last night. It really was good fun, and not just in the sex – has he ever met anyone as amusingly sharp-tongued in his life? – but it’s over, and it’s time for him to face the facts: she was but a flash of lightning in his life, brilliant, blinding, and impermanent. He doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again.

That is, until Emma Swan walks into his office only a handful of hours later, on the heels of his managing partner, in the very same spot he swears he’s just heard her say his brand new associate is supposed to reside.

His mind goes blank but for the piercing green of her wide, stunned eyes.

Bloody hell.

[bigbadconnivingbastard]

All of them :}}}}

WHY DO YOU HURT ME IN THIS WAY

Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now?

i dont know whether to get rid of certain people or not

Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone?

sometimes

If your significant other smoked pot, would you care?

eh. id disapprove but i wouldnt go off the rails

Do you find it easy to trust others?

no LOL

What were you doing at 11PM last night?

playing stardew valley on the xbox, i got an iridium bar be proud of me

You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you?

I AM 13

What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?

i just get really pissed and cut off the person

Are you close with your dad?

yea

I bet you kissed someone last night, right?

...no

What are you listening to?

You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it?

Do you like hickeys?

i wouldnt know

What time do you go to bed?

it varies

Is there someone who continuously lets you down?

yeah😔

Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both?

no

Do you always answer your texts?

sometimes i get overwhelmed but yea i try

Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for?

iiiiiiiiii dont think so?

When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?

todayayaya @quackbug

Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?

@katmeeliaz no homo💖

What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

...I DONT KNOW??

Is anyone else in the room with you?

im on my couch rn so yea my dad's in the living room

Do you believe what goes around comes around?

depends.

Were you happier four months ago than you are now?

no, i was pretty miserable

Is there someone you wish you could fix things with?

yes, but i dont know if they would care if i tried

In the past week, have you cried?

ive come close, but no

What colour is the shirt you are wearing?

bl00

Do people ever call you by your last name?

never. HAHA

Is anyone ignoring you right now?

oh for sure </3

Do you have a best friend?

@quackbug heyyyyyyy

Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed?

i cant even remember the last person i kissed so @katmeeliaz 💋 and no

Who was your last call/text message from?

bug sent me this and they were also my last call

Are you mad at anyone?

multiple

Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

yea

How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday?

rainy gon be 14 wooooooo

How many more days until your birthday?

273. LMAO

Do you have any summer plans yet?

yea im goin to hawaii bitch

Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex?

julian n russell

Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now?

😐

Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone?

i thought everyone did??

Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

yea

Do you think age matters in relationships?

depends on the mental age of both people, and whether or not its legal so i dont know

Are you available?

...i suppose? i dont know the context

How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended?

sits in middle school

If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get?

im a pussy i hate that stuff so i have no idea

Do you believe exes can be friends?

yea! although it depends on the terms you left on

Do you regret anything?

many things

Honestly, what’s on your mind right now?

my dumbass read that and my mind went "DICK" so now i gotta say dick i hate it here

Did you ever lose a best friend?

mhm

Was your last kiss a mistake?

nop

Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like?

i dont have one thats why

Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry?

heard, yes

Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed?

yes

What was the last thing you ate?

dowitos

Did you get any compliments today?

got called creative,, so yea

Where are you going on your next vacation?

not sure, we'll see

Do you own anything from other countries?

yea i have some stuff from ireland, im in the us

Are most of your friend guys or girls?

gals

Where have you lived most of your life?

i aint ANSWERIN THAT SHIT CUZ I STILL LIVE THERE

When was the last time you took a long drive?

god knows how long ago sweats

Have you ever played Spin the Bottle?

no and i dont think i ever will bc haha that shit scary

Have you ever TPd someone’s house?

ive watched and thought it was funny

Who do you text the most?

@katmeeliaz we have like 900 messages a day

What was the last movie you saw?

ffffffffuck uh I DONT REMEMBER OOPS

What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex?

my what now

How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011?

i was deadass 3 years old

Is the last person you kissed younger than you?

cuz of our birthdays yea

Do you curse around your parents?

yeah LMAO

Are you happy with where you live?

oh yeah for sure i love it here

Picture of yourself?

i dont think ive ever seriously taken a picture of myself so have my bird

Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?

ive only been in one relationship so idk

Have you ever been dumped?

in a way

What do you most like about making out?

never kissed someone romantically irl before so shrug

Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with?

i personally think that shit's gross i would wanna save that for someone special :(

When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other?

iiiiiiiiiii do not remember

What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive?

idk i guess eyes? i like eyes in multiple contexts

Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?

i believe it was bug i do not remember

Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?

😐

Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name?

😐😐😐😐😐

What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face

im super weak to people telling me they look up to me n shit that makes my heart die

Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?

what fuckin 13-15 year old am i gonna know who has a kid

Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you?

yes and my response was hazbin hotel memes, we still talk about it cuz it was funny

Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush?

i dont ever really have crushes like i rlly think i might be aromantic

Do you miss your last sweetie?

as a friend? yea. as a partner? nop

Last time you slow danced with someone?

in a past life i guess

Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met?

my friends' ocs yea

How can I win your heart?

i dont know myself well enough to say

What is your astrological sign?

fis- pisces

What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

still playin that stardew valley

Do you cook?

yea!

Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?

yeah LOL it was like 9 months of no talking and we just saw each other like ":0000 BRO IS THAT YOU"

If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship?

no, i dont need one to be happy

Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly?

cant say

What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest?

nice hands,,,u gotta have nice hands so i can hold em

Name four things that you wish you had!

i cant name four, but

i want this. like pls. can i just have this on my desk or something i want it im begging

Are you a player?

no

Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day?

no?

Are you a tease?

yea :]] in a friendly way tho

Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr?

not yet but someday i will go to ihop with @quackbug and get cupcake pancakes

Have you ever been deeply in love with someone?

yea! its a nice feeling

Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?

@katmeeliaz platonically

Hugs or Kisses?

hugs..i havent been kissed enough to prefer em

Are you too shy to ask someone out?

i dont really ask people out anyways

The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?

for some reason manly guys dont interest me i want a small sweetie that i can cuddl so i guess that i mean why u think he exist

Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?

"bae/babe" makes me want to crumple into a ball so no

If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it?

no because if they're being unfaithful to their partner i doubt they're very smart

Do you flirt a lot?

in a jokin way yea

Your last kiss?

@katmeeliaz platonically

Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012?

no

Have you kissed anyone in the past month?

mhm

If you could kiss anyone who would it be?

Do you know who you’ll kiss next?

shrug

Does someone like you currently?

maybe, i wouldnt know

Do you currently have feelings for anyone?

nah

Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

shrug again

Ever made out with just a friend?

virtually yeah but it was more of a joking thing HAHAH

Are you happier single or in a relationship?

a relationship is just a nice thing to add into your life, it wont bring you happiness, your life can be just as happy without someone if you live it correctly

[fish-nibbler]

1-117 :3 *hugs*

1: Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now? There’s a lot of feelings hitting me right now.. but I at the same time I’m not feeling anything.. There’s just.. There’s a lot.

2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone? From one person... yea

3: If your significant other smoked pot, would you care? I’m not dating anyone rn.. and probably wont date anyone again bc im impossible to deal with.. but honestly I’d ask to join my partner

4: Do you find it easy to trust others? Not anymore..

5: What were you doing at 11PM last night? Crying, cutting, and waiting for a response from someone bc i asked them if we could hangout sometime and what i would be a good time. I never got a response other than “yeah”

6: You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you? No one, I’m probably alone

7: What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on? Probably just cry

8: Are you close with your dad? Eh..

9: I bet you kissed someone last night, right? No.. I wish I had.. But no.. 

10: What are you listening to? Just a YT video

11: You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it? Some kind of alcohol so I can die faster

12: Do you like hickeys? fUCK give me all the hickies my neck is weak

13: What time do you go to bed? Whenever I run out of energy and pretty much pass out

14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down? Yea.. myself

15: Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both? Pff no

16: Do you always answer your texts? Mostly

17: Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for? Sometimes I think I do? But then I remember everything I did to them and then realize that everything was my fault and I’m just a huge fuck up.. so.. No.. I don’t hate her.

18: When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? I dont know

19: Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them? I used to have someone.. But.. I had forced her to stick around me and I made her miserable. 

20: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? I surprisingly was thinking about Zady.. about the relationship I had with her.. and how much I fucked up.. I probably deserved everything I got from her and honestly I miss her.. pretty pathetic right?

21: Is anyone else in the room with you? No

22: Do you believe what goes around comes around? Nope

23: Were you happier four months ago than you are now? Yes.. Yes I was..

24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with? Yeah... Desperately wish I could take everything back.. sometimes I think if 

25: In the past week, have you cried? Many times

26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing? Teal

27: Do people ever call you by your last name? No

28: Is anyone ignoring you right now? Everyone is

29: Do you have a best friend? 

30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed? God yes.. But I want to see her and talk to her.. But fuck I’m going to cry..

31: Who was your last call/text message from? my ex

32: Are you mad at anyone? just myself

33: Have you ever kissed someone older than you? Kinda

34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? I believe 18 in September

35: How many more days until your birthday? Well its in April so

36: Do you have any summer plans yet? No

37: Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex? Not really..

38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now? Kinda..

39: Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone? Maybe

40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone? Yes

41: Do you think age matters in relationships? Depends..

42: Are you available? Yep.. I guess

43: How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended? Im still in high school

44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? Hmm... Maybe my brow? A tiny piercing

45: Do you believe exes can be friends? I’m trying.. But it’s hard.. She’s said she’ll be here if I need her but I’m just.. I’m making it impossible..

46: Do you regret anything? Everything. Especially not killing myself sooner.

47: Honestly, what’s on your mind right now? I want to die.

48: Did you ever lose a best friend? Mhm.

49: Was your last kiss a mistake? Maybe..? I don’t know.. I don’t want to think it is.. But I kinda forced it.. So yea.. It was..

50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like? Because she fucking hates me.

51: Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? Yes. She’s seen me full on break down, multiple times, and had to hold me to calm me down.

52: Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed? I try to.. again though I’m making it impossible..

53: What was the last thing you ate? pizza

54: Did you get any compliments today? nope

55: Where are you going on your next vacation? I don’t go on vacation.. but I’m hoping to go to RTX or another con sometime.. I just don’t have the money or anyone to go with..

56: Do you own anything from other countries? I mean.. yea

57: Are most of your friend guys or girls? women

58: Where have you lived most of your life? Minnesota

59: When was the last time you took a long drive? Never

60: Have you ever played Spin the Bottle? No.. But I should.. I just don’t get invited out and no one likes me

61: Have you ever TPd someone’s house? no

62: Who do you text the most? -sigh-

63: What was the last movie you saw?

64: What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex? I don’t have a gf

65: How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011?

66: Is the last person you kissed younger than you? no

67: Do you curse around your parents? no

68: Are you happy with where you live? no

69: Picture of yourself? mmm no

70: Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships? Open-ended relationships are fine as long as communication is used. So, for example: if I were to date someone who did open-relationships I would prefer to know if they already had bfs or gfs just to know.

71: Have you ever been dumped? All of my relationships have ended with someone leaving me for someone else.

72: What do you most like about making out?  Everything

73: Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with? No.. Again.. People don’t like me

74: When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other? The other person

75: What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive? eyes

76: Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed? my ex

77: Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour? no - people dont like me

78: Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name? people dont like me

79: What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face?

80: Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?

81: Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you? people dont like me

82: Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush? no - people dont like me

83: Do you miss your last sweetie? sweetie? you mean my last gf? i mean.. yea.. i miss her a lot.. she was the first person i could look at and actually know i loved her..

84: Last time you slow danced with someone? people dont like me - i’ve never done this

85: Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met? people don’t like me and i dont fully understand the question

86: How can I win your heart? you cant. i dont have one

87: What is your astrological sign?

88: What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

89: Do you cook?

90: Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?

91: If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship? YES

92: Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly?

93: What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest?

94: Name four things that you wish you had!

95: Are you a player? people dont like me - no

96: Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day? people dont like me

97: Are you a tease?

98: Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr? no

99: Have you ever been deeply in love with someone? god i thought i was.. she made me feel so.. alive i guess? but i’m a fuck up and i ruined everything and it doesn’t matter anymore.

100: Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with? people don’t like me

101: Hugs or Kisses? both

102: Are you too shy to ask someone out? yes

103: The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? 

104: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe? i’m weak to women calling me ‘babe’

105: If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it? depends

106: Do you flirt a lot? no?

107: Your last kiss? 

108: Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012? people dont like me

109: Have you kissed anyone in the past month? people dont like me

110: If you could kiss anyone who would it be? no one i guess.. not allowed to say my actual answer

111: Do you know who you’ll kiss next? no - people dont like me

112: Does someone like you currently? probably not - people dont like me

113: Do you currently have feelings for anyone? my ex

114: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? i honestly dont care anymore. it doesnt matter. im always dropped for someone else.

115: Ever made out with just a friend? no

116: Are you happier single or in a relationship? in a relationship.

117: Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it.