#chemache

         ❝  yes. is there a problem?

If you snuck into my room I would:

[ ╳ ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[ ╳ ] Cuddle with you                  [  ] Be like “How in the world?”[  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[ ╳ ] Kiss or hug you back ( lil affection never hurt )                      [ ╳ ] Smile and laugh[  ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable                                                [  ] Push you away[  ] Be shocked                                                                        [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [ ╳ ] Yeah.          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[ ╳ ] Cute          [ ╳ ] Adorable          [ ╳ ] Attractive          [  ] Beautiful[  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [  ] Ally[ ╳ ] Friend              [ ╳ ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be:

what newt thinks of your oc’s face. | accepting.

kid, ever thought of keepin’ the beard?

i’m like... really diggin’ the beard & the hair.

why y’dressed all classy?

i... wow.

Send “♥” for a tip on how to make my muse fall in love with yours

               he did this on purpose. he waited for the kid or anyone he knew to pass through his main door to his house. up above the door was placed a small mistletoe. sure, he told the kid to go to the prospector’s saloon to get some whiskey for both of them, but he got tired of waiting. due to having low patience, newt found himself drinking a bottle of scotch. to him, it tasted like fucking shit, but it was the best that he had at the moment.

               when the kid walked in the door, newt got up, staring at him with drunk eyes. He saw nothing more than that mouth. that pretty fucking mouth he stares at when the kid talks. It moves so pleasantly and so beautifully that newt couldn’t help but to grab the whiskey bottle from the other’s hand, placed the bottle on the floor and grab both of the other’s wrists. his breath smelled like scotch and it was a horrible smell, but newt didn’t care. he pinned the other’s wrists to the door and promptly attacked the other’s lips with his own.

‘I want the K’

10: Neck Kiss

this kid was too talky. too talky for newt to actually concentrate on what he was saying, especially when he was under the influence of his second whiskey... bottle. he didn’t have time to hear the other out and what the other was saying sounded like static and mumbling to newt. maybe this was a sign that he either had to go to bed or shut this kid up. sure, he could just grab his revolver and place one straight to the other’s forehead, but the kid has been a good kid and he had no reason to shoot him. well, a reason that wasn’t that significant, he did.

hands fumbled with the buckles behind his leather mask in attempts to untie it quick and easy. he wanted to see if he could quiet this kid in the best way he could think of. usually, he did this to nanette and she would grow quiet, only releasing some pants and whines here and there. the mask was carefully placed next to him, as he walked--- no, almost tripped towards the other, finding a place to hold himself up. he was closer to jet than he ever was.

one hand found it’s way to the other’s shoulder, as drunk eyes stared at jet. if it wasn’t for the intoxication, newt would’ve never done this. so roughly, at least. his other hand forcefully gripped and roughly tugged the other’s hair, the neck being exposed. newt didn’t waste time. his mouth crashed with the neck, kissing, nipping and even licking certain parts of it. after a good minute of doing this, he parted away, looking once more at jet.

     ❝  ye talk too damn much, kid. too fuckin' much.