#humphreyisms

just punch me

Move-in day at Parsons meant finally meeting her roommate Jenny.  They’d been talking for a few weeks over email and then text, and she was excited to meet the passionate, eccentric fashion designer.  Her mom and step-dad had dropped her off and went to go buy her some merch at the school’s store, leaving her to unpack a bit while she waited for Jenny.  When the girl finally arrived, she walked over and hugged her, then noticed the tall, dark-haired hottie standing behind her.  “Uh hi.  I’m Maya.”

             " Same English class four years straight. " said the boy as he sat next to one Daniel Humphry, the two weren't friends just acquaintances who would comment constantly on the freak chance that they always had the same English class together.

i’m in the process of making a multimuse right now & it requires so many icons i’m dylan odyin over it

send a ღ for first kiss.status: accepting, selective

Her Manolos are discarded by the foot of the couch, legs tucked under her thighs as she sits much closer to him than she should be allowing herself to. Her brain feels clouded by his scent and the sound of his breathing is drowning out Katharine Hepburn’s voice. Blair tries to focus on the screen of his laptop but she feels slightly restless and she’s not sure why. This isn’t the first time she’s found herself huddled next to him while watching the same film, after all. There’s no reason for her to feel so uneasy.

Maybe it’s the amount of time she’s been spending in Brooklyn. Maybe it’s just too quiet. Or maybe it’s him. She should probably inch away from him, just a little bit. Create enough space between them so she could concentrate on anything but him. Blair makes an attempt to move, but he shifts with her without even taking his eyes off the film, the loose arm that had been draped over her shoulder only securing its hold on her. God, how does she keep ending up in this position?

“Dan?” Her voice is small, and she doesn’t even realize the softness of her tone when she says his name. She means to force him off the couch by ordering him to fix her another cup of tea that she has no intention of drinking, but when she turns her head toward him, he’s looking at her with those familiar eyes filled with light amusement and she can’t help but wonder what she’s said or done to earn it this time. “–What?”

His eyes crinkle and her brows knit in confusion and she’s starting to feel aggravated by the whole situation before he says, “You said my name.”

“Oh.” She’s not sure what to say to that, but for some reason she feels like she’s just been caught so she tries to sound irritated as she follows suit by lamely pointing out the obvious, “It is your name. What else am I supposed to ca–”

She hears him say her name to interrupt her, and she looks at him wide-eyed as his fingers brush lightly along her cheek right before his lips are on hers. She should be alarmed and pushing him away because this is Humphrey and this doesn’t make sense, but her eyes close and her hand rests over his chest, fingers curling onto his shirt as she kisses him back and forgets everything else, allowing the light flutter forming at the pit of her stomach to grow as each second passed. It’s soft and sweet and gentle in a way she expects, but surprisingly rousing too. it leaves her skin warm and cheeks red.