“You look like you could use some company.”

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“You look like you could use some company.”
What kind of lover are you?
Tagged by @hookedjones
Tagging @thesarcasmofasoldier @gcdlikc @amidalc @alexandra-savoy @tachiisms @hopeful-padme @nubian-jedi
You are Affectionate
You are a companionable person. You enjoy simply being with your lover, whether that means sitting next to him or her in a movie theater, eating a meal together, or going for a long walk. You enjoy the sexual aspect of your relationship but it probably doesn’t take center stage. You are not bored by familiarity. Instead you are comforted by it. And you realize that there will always be more to learn about your partner as time goes on.
What a Wonder
Sara Andrea and @hookedjones
Andrea In this new world was simply a rebel a girl trying to find her own path,after the loss of her family,and she always got frustrated because all paths lead her nowhere,now she was just drinking her sorrows away not minding who could be watching,and she was calm until a man touched in a very innapropriate way; Making her turn around and punch him. ‘‘Never touch a Lady without permition!”
@hookedjones
A pause. “… Sorry, mate, but have we met? Can’t keep track of the number of lads I’ve slighted on this island.”
Of course not. Slightly shook his head. “Well you got it mostly right. It’s Slightly.”
Second Star//closed starter for hookedjones
@hookedjones
Peter couldn't help the victorious laugh that left his lips once the young boy willingly gave over his heart. It had been far to easy, turning to the group who stared at the boys lifeless body peter smirked “this must be hard for you all but im about to make it worse” he purred emerald eyes locking on the pirate “no one on this island leaves Neverland, not now not ever”
🎊🎊🎊🎊
for every 🎊 i get i’ll recommend a blog
@jollyrogerjones
i don’t have a lot going on with this killian at the moment but i want all the things because i am trash oh my fucking god. i love the threads we have so much. they are a fucking amazing writer and, while super friendly, super intimidating because they’re just so damn quality. like, seriously, i read their replies and my brain immediately shuts off and goes ‘how to words?!’ if you can get past the intimidation, do the thing. so worth it.
@hookedjones
i seriously love writing with this killian so much. their character is dynamic and when i’ve spoken to the mun, they’ve been awesome. whether it’s a plotted thread or a random meme, their killian is spot on and a delight to write against.
@itsanendnotabeginning
i’m starting to think i have a killian problem. this is another killian that i fucking adore and who humors my captain wolf love ( even though that thing we plotted out is the most angst filled wreck ever; who needs happy endings, amirite? ).
I CANNOT RECOMMEND ALL THE LOVELY KILLIANS ENOUGH?
@roseofvalor
this belle is such a sweet, precious cinnamon roll and her muse is also just a giant ray of sunshine. i so enjoy writing with a fellow red beauty shipper and a well-written belle!
hookedjones
ooc; whA. I never thought I'd live to see the day I'd actually want to keep Cora in my pocket ffs
//if you go back and re-watch the scene of her and hook in Wonderland, she’s standing on a step to look taller than him. it’s adorable.
Street Rat
Leyla could feel them watching her, catching glimpses of the guards as she walked along the streets. How had they followed her all the way here? This was miles from home. They shouldn’t be here yet.
She forced herself to remain calm as she weaved through the crowds, making sure they never got a good look at her. As she passed an alley she turned down it calmly before tearing off at a dead run. Her hands worked quick to tug free one of the silk scarves from around her waist, laying it carefully over her hair to act as a shawl. It was a quick flip to change the primary color of her skirting, trying to blend and fade.
As she rounded the next corner she grabbed hold of a man’s shirt, pressing him back to the wall and crushing her lips to his as she heard the footsteps of her pursuers crashing along the alley. “Just play along.” she pleaded in a half whisper against his lips, grip holding tight to the leather it’d found.