#but also god I miss feelings and flirting regularly and actually putting effort into it without fear

[milo-is-rambling]

hiiiiiiiiii do you have a crush on anyoneeeeeee

Yes but this is how I feel when I have a crush so I don’t like to think about my feelings <3

[freedom-shamrock]

Chai Tea and Fresh Starts - Chapter 5

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Marinette and Luka had been dating for about four months when the stress of managing everything started to kick in.  She'd been lucky in the first few weeks that none of their dates were disrupted by akuma attacks. Then, for the next month or so, when they started getting together more regularly, she was occasionally a little late. When she apologized, he said his sister had cautioned him to expect that, and he didn't take it personally.  A few of their dates were directly disrupted and she managed to 'get separated' from him in the chaos. Being the amazing and calm guy he was, he never got upset, and just told her that all he cared about was her safety. Unfortunately, things had changed again in the last two weeks, when Hawk Moth decided to step up his efforts.

Ladybug had nearly burst into tears when Chat Noir asked her what was wrong last night on patrol, and she'd spilled the whole awful mess to him.  While she had told him that she'd started seeing someone, because it made her uncomfortable now when he flirted too hard, she tried to be considerate of his feelings. He was still one of her very best friends, and she knew how it felt to not get to be with the person you wanted.  He'd been stiff for a few weeks, but eventually they found their equilibrium again. Still, she'd avoided telling him anything about her boyfriend or their dates until she found she just couldn't manage things anymore. And he'd actually given her really good advice.

It was evening, and Marinette was running full pelt down the sidewalk.  She was late. Horribly, terribly, unforgivably late. She and Luka didn't celebrate month anniversaries, she thought that was a little excessive, but they did try to do something a little extra special about once a month. Most of their dates just involved hanging out together, sometimes at a cafe, more often at one of their homes.  Tonight, he'd planned a special dinner. He was making her a traditional Scottish meal. She'd never had any of the cuisine from his mother's homeland, and they'd recently had a whole conversation about how food was sometimes the best bridge to their ancestors.

She'd missed their last date entirely and had been an hour late for the two before that. He'd never seemed remotely bothered, but she was sure it sent a message about his importance to her. She could only use the excuses of getting sidetracked by inspiration or getting on the subway the wrong direction so many times before they became completely unbelievable.  And she was pretty sure she'd crossed that threshold weeks ago.

Even sweet, accepting Luka was going to hit a point where he couldn't tolerate her flakiness, or perceived flakiness. She was terrified it would be tonight, because that's just how her luck was right now.  He'd break up with her, and oh, that thought made her stomach drop and her chest hurt. Tears leaked down her cheeks. She really liked him, might even love him. This was so horribly unfair. But he didn't deserve a girlfriend who couldn't be bothered to show up.  She forced down the sob that wanted to creep out of her chest; it would just slow her down.

She clomped over the gangplank wondering if Juleka or Anarka would be home to witness their breakup.  Oh, god, that would be even worse. She liked his family.

"Oh good, you're here," Luka said brightly, peeking out of the galley kitchen when she clattered down the stairs.  His smile faded to a frown of concern. "Oh, come here, Nette." He pulled her into his arms. "Are you hurt?"

She shook her head. His worry and kindness were just too much, and she started to cry in ernest, her hands grasping and clinging to the back of his shirt while she buried her face in his chest. He kept one arm around her waist, holding her upright, while the other ran down the hair she'd taken to wearing loose around him. When she'd calmed to the point of shuddering breaths, she realised he was singing to her, and it wasn't in French.  She wasn't sure what language it was, but it was a gentle song and his voice was soothing.

When it was clear she had control of herself again, he caught her face in both hands, his thumbs softly stroking away the tears on her cheeks. "Better?" he asked in a low voice.

She nodded, feeling a bit lost as she gazed up at him. He was her beautiful boyfriend, at least for the moment, and she didn't want to lose him.

"Can you tell me what brought that on?" he asked.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.  Their relationship had been built on respect and honesty.  She couldn't bring herself brush it off or lie entirely. "I'm a terrible girlfriend," she whispered, struggling to get the words out.  "You deserve someone who isn't nearly two hours late to our special date." She sniffled. "You deserve someone who's there when they say they'll be there."

"There was an akuma attack," he pointed out, as if that made sense.  But the attack was on the other side of town, and there was no reason for it to interfere with her getting to his place.  "You can't help it. I mean, not unless you're Hawk Moth," he teased gently.

"I'm not," she said firmly, since that was something she could honestly answer.  "Everyone else in Paris has figured out how to be on time despite the akumas, except the really destructive ones."

"You're not everyone else," he said, and for some reason that made him smile proudly at her.

She didn't understand this amazing boy.  "How are you not even the slightest bit upset with me? I missed our last date.  I've been late to every date for the last few weeks. And my reasons all sound like absolute garbage, even to me."

"If it helps you feel better, Nette, you don't have to give me reasons," he suggested.

"But you deserve to know why I'm late, why I don't show up…"  She looked down. "Why do you put up with me?"

"Do you want to break up with me?" he asked, his voice wobbling a little.

"No!" She vehemently shook her head, her eyes snapping back to his. "I think I love you." She hadn't meant to say that.

He closed his eyes and sighed happily. "Thank you for telling me, that… it makes me really happy." He kissed her forehead. "In case it wasn't already clear, I love you, too."

She suddenly understood what he meant about it making him happy.  Hearing him say it, was like being wrapped in a cozy blanket on a cold day.

"Since we're being honest, I need to tell you something," he said, his tone definitely sounding like a confession. "I noticed it the last time Ladybug rescued me."  He held her eyes, utterly serious. "Her heart song sounds just like yours, and that's… it's not something that happens."

Her breath caught, and she stared at him.

"I know I'm not supposed to know.  It's not safe. But it makes so much sense."  His one hand was back on her cheek. "You're both so brave, so clever."  He shrugged. "I'm okay being second to Paris, Nette. You have responsibilities and secrets that you have to keep.  I understand that, okay?"

She nodded, feeling stupid.  "Why didn't you tell me before?"

He shrugged.  "I thought I was helping." He snorted.  "I didn't want to make things harder for you, but I guess I did anyway.  Sorry about that."

"You're pretty amazing, Luka, did you know that?" she asked, smiling up at him.  Sure, she'd have to talk to Tikki about this later, but Luka knew and accepted the reality behind her absences, which meant she didn't have to make up excuses anymore.  She could withhold information without lying. The stress that had been gradually building up, suddenly faded.

"Feel better?" he asked, letting go of her hands just long enough to check the stove.

"I do."  She stepped in close to hug him.  "Thank you."

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I finished this last night but was too tired to scan it for typos and post it. Planning to get another one (or possibly two) done today.

I did research on Scottish lullabies because that's what he's singing, but then getting back to the actual song didn't end up mattering at all. Oh well. :)

[katiekat1321]

The Master and The God (part 6)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

A/N: Someone asked me to start doing a short recap of the previous chapter before each chapter so in the previous chapter: You arrive in Asgard with Thor and Loki, where Loki is essentially put under house arrest in his room. Odin (surprisingly) allows you to stay under a few conditions and Frigga asks if she can train you in Seidr magic.

The first couple days in Asgard were interesting to say the least. The morning after your arrival you met with Frigga and figured out a training schedule. She also helped get you some new clothes made, similar to your own that you wore back in Kamar-Taj. You just couldn’t give up the bell-sleeves and hooded look.

When the training started you found it to be an interesting struggle. You learned quickly, considering you were the only Midgardian Frigga had ever taught Seidr magic to, but it was difficult to make sure you weren’t using dimensional energy to complete the tasks Frigga was trying to teach you. You found the Seidr magic to be more strenuous on yourself because it was pulling from your own energy or life force, but you figured that it was worth learning in case you were ever in a situation where you were unable to use the mystic arts.

After a week of training with Frigga you had built up a better resistance to the strain the Seidr magic was putting on you. “When you arrived here, your Seidr was very weak. Its glow was dim. But after just a over a week here it is already much stronger,” Frigga had explained to you as she paced in the small room you had been practicing in.  

“What does Loki’s Seidr look like?” you had asked in return. You were very curious, but unsure if you should mention Loki. You’d quickly taken notice to the emotions she radiated when he was brought up, there was so much love and pain.

“It is one of the strongest I’ve ever seen,” she replied, “It burns like the eternal flame, but he wastes its potential. He could do so much good, but he has barely tapped into its full strength.”

“It may be a blessing in disguise then,” you offered, “if he’s going to use his magic to harm others perhaps it’s better that he has been wasting his potential.”

She sat down next to you, eyes downcast. Her pain was palpable. “He was a good boy. I know all parents say that, but he really was. He was so kind and sweet, and then Odin forced him to compete against Thor for his love and approval.” Frigga had her hand tightly clasped together and they started to glow slightly, “I love Odin, but I can never forgive him for what he made my Loki become.”

You placed a hand on hers and the glowing ceased. “I want to be honest with you Frigga. Loki has done some awful stuff, but I don’t think he is a villain. He can still redeem himself. I have faith in him, and I guess I’ll find out if it is misguided faith at some point.”

Frigga smiled at you, “I’m glad he has you to believe in him, if no one else will.”

After your training with Frigga ended you were heading to go meet with Loki for what you were calling his ‘therapy session playdates’; a name he found unamusing at best. But on the way you passed Thor who asked you to train with him since the Warriors Three and Sif were busy trying to prevent a war in one of the realms you couldn’t recall the name of. He had been asking to train you since your arrival. He claimed he wanted you to be able to defend yourself if Loki tried to escape, of course he knew you were training in magic with his mother, but he assumed that it was a fruitless effort.

It’s still very early… you thought to yourself. I was about half an hour until the time you told Loki you would meet him, so rather than be early you decided to humor Thor. So, he led you to the palace courtyard for sparring. You set your cane down on the bench and felt it huff in annoyance as you walked over to a rack of weapons, choosing one similar to a naginata. He can’t know about you yet… you thought to the Staff of the Living Tribunal. Your staff was tired of being hidden and unused. Back at home, at Kamar-Taj you regularly trained with the Staff, it was used to being able to use its power much more regularly. I promise I’ll put you to use later, you thought to it before turning back to Thor.

“If this is the best you can do then I’m not sure meeting alone with Loki is a good idea Lady Y/n,” Thor said as he beat you a fourth time. You had made the decision to not use any powers in the fights to make it more fair for Thor. You knew he wasn’t going to use any lightning bolts on you, so you thought it was only right to not create any weapons with energy or cast any spells. “I can go easier on you, if you’d like.” Thor offered, but his pity only annoyed you.

Just do it, you know you want to… You could hear Loki thinking to you. You looked around and saw him sitting by the window sill up in his room. It over looked the courtyard you and Thor were practicing in. Lie and tell him you’ve been practicing with Mother and you’ve learned quickly.

I have been learning quickly, you argued back to him.

Loki chuckled, If you insist, but he wouldn’t know the difference between Seidr magic and whatever you do anyway. Just beat him. It was entertaining at first, watching you struggle, but now it’s just getting pathetic. Loki replied.

You pushed him from your thoughts and set the Naginata-looking blade back down. “Tired of losing already Lady Y/n?” Thor joked.

You shook you head. “Not exactly, I would like to try something,” you explained, “Your mother has been trying to train me in magic and I’m learning pretty well, at least that’s what she tells me. May I try fighting against your strength that way?”

“I don’t know that you will fair any better, but sure, let’s give it a shot,” Thor said with an amused smile.

You decided that it wasn’t actually lying if you did use some seidr magic as well, so you first materialized a dagger and shot it at Thor. It flew past his face, just missing him by millimeters. His eyes widened, realizing you actually knew what you were doing. Thor tried to charge at you, but you created clones of yourself using the mystic arts. Twenty of yourself surrounded him, at that moment you conjured swords in all of your clone’s hands. Then all the clones became transparent, becoming astral projections, and rejoining your actual form, the swords remaining where they were. You held both hands out in front of you and the swords closed in on his throat. Then you closed your fists and just as suddenly as they appeared, the swords turned to dust and fell to the ground.

Thor stayed where he was, too shocked to move. You looked up to Loki’s window, he was smirking. As soon as he noticed you looking he turned his back to the window. Hurry up, I don’t like to be kept waiting… Loki thought to you.

You rolled your eyes and held your hand out towards the bench you left your cane on. It flew into your open hand as you walked over to Thor and offered a hand to help him up. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No!” Thor insisted, “I am in perfect health. I’m just… I had no idea you were learning so well from the Allmother. You could be an Avenger Y/n.”

You laughed and patted his shoulder, “I don’t know about that, but thank you. I must go to meet Loki now. I don’t want to keep him waiting too long.” You had turned to walk back into the palace, Thor had insisted he was going to train more, when you paused and turned back to him. “Thor are you still concerned about me being alone with your brother?”

“Not anymore,” Thor said with a chuckle and with that you turned and left, heading to Loki’s room.

You entered Loki’s room and saw he was lying down, reading a book. This was how you found him every time you came to meet with him. “Did you enjoy the show?” You asked him as you set your cane down, leaning it against the dresser by the door before plopping down on the edge his bed.

Loki didn’t even look up from his book. “I haven’t a clue as to what you are referring to… Oh, you mean your party tricks you’ve picked up? They were quite cute,” he said as he tried to push you off the bed with his knee.

You and Loki quickly developed this back and forth type of banter. You weren’t sure if he was flirting with you or not, but each time the thought crossed your mind you tried to ignore it. “Oh, party tricks? You wanna see them up close?”

That got Loki to glance at you finally. He tried to hide his amusement as he replied, “I’d be honored.”

As soon as the words left his mouth you froze him with Seidr magic and moved to sit closer to him. “Try to stay calm,” you said as you placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it for a moment before moving your hand to his forehead and sending him through a whirlwind of dimensions. You watched his facial expressions changed from confusion to panic as he flew through different dark dimensions, some were like kaleidoscopes and others that were just generally like an acid trip. After a few minutes you decided to bring Loki back to reality. You remember one of your first days at Kamar-Taj, when the Ancient One showed you these dimensions in this way, you had been gone for much longer, but you took pity on him.

When you brought Loki back into his body he shot upright and panted. His eyes screamed panic and shock, but he quickly recovered. “Okay, I will admit… your powers are formidable Lady Y/n.” Loki said, looking to you.

You were about to make a witty comment back to him when you realized how close you were sitting to him. It was cliché, even to you, but you really did freeze. You looked closer at Loki’s features, his deep blue eyes that pulled you in and his lips that looked so natural when pulled into a smirk. It finally all clicked in your mind, the pull you felt towards Loki all this time; the reason you didn’t step in sooner when Loki appeared on Earth to take the tesseract, you had liked watching him. You thought it was just intrigue, but now you realized it was desire, magnetism, you had feelings for Loki.

You were lost in thought, even freaking out a bit, until you finally heard Loki speak up. “Y/n… Y/n? Asgard to Y/n?” He blew a cloud of green smoke in your face and you shot up off the bed. You covered up the awkwardness of the moment by going to your cane.

“Sorry, I just remembered my staff wanted a chance to stretch it self out,” you said quickly as you tapped the cane on the ground twice and it transformed back into the staff. Its energy hummed happily as you stretched it out, letting the power crackle for a moment before whipping it once, being careful not to hit and break anything. “We can’t do too much, this isn’t the best place for you to work out all that pent-up energy,” you said to the staff.

You realized that you probably looked a little crazy for speaking to a stick, but when you looked over to check Loki’s reaction you realized he had gotten up and was standing beside you. “May I?” he asked, hand outstretched toward the staff. You bit your lip as you thought it over. Relics were very fickle things, especially the Staff of the Living Tribunal. Because it had chosen you it tended to do what you needed it to. It listened to you, but the Staff has had a history of being very troublesome with others. You gripped it tighter but didn’t feel any negative reaction from the staff, so you nodded and held it out to him.

“This is amazing,” Loki said after holding it for a moment, “I can feel the magic within it, but I can tell that it won’t allow me to access any of it. You’ve put quite the charm on it.”

“It’s no charm,” you said as the staff flew back to your waiting hand.

“Oh wonderful, it knows Mjolnir’s trick too,” Loki said, rolling his eyes.

You giggled a bit, but continued explaining, “relics choose who can wield them, this one has chosen me. And it has also chosen to not allow you to use it. Though I will say that I’ve watched people pick up the Staff and be blasted across the room, so you’re not a total loss.”

You tapped the staff twice and it turned back into your cane, though you could almost feel it groan in annoyance. You mentally apologized to it before moving to sit in Loki’s arm chair. “We’ve gotten to know each other a little better over the past week Loki… Now can you tell me more about what happened in New York?”

Loki walked back to the bed and sat down with a sigh, resting his head in his hands for a moment. “You already know the stories,” he said.

You looked at him with a bored expression. “I’ve heard plenty, yes. But I want to know your side of all this.”

He’s tried using that excuse before, “I’m not sure where to begin…” You could barely make out the muffled words as he said them. This was the closest he has come to confiding in you in a week of your odd meetings.

Loki opened his mouth to continue when a guard knocked on the door and peeked in. “I apologize Lady Y/n, Heimdall has urgently requested your presence.”

You groaned and looked at Loki, “Don’t think this conversation is over. I’ll be back later,” you said and got up, grabbing your cane, and walking out of the room.

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Field Trip-(Derek Hale)

Characters: Scott McCall(mentioned), Boyd(mentioned), Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale and (Y/N).

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: illegal teacher x reader relationship, swearing

Word Count: 4335

Summary: (Y/N) takes a sudden liking to her new history teacher, but is it reciprocated? 

 Part 1      Part 2    Part 3

There is a fine line between the law and breaking it, stupidity and common sense, and physical attraction and love. Now, many people cross each line at various points in their life, and I’m no exception. But of course, I was stupid enough to cross them all at once. And so here I am, sitting in the back corner of his class, counting down the minutes until we’re together again.

“Okay, so check out Mr McHotterson at the board. I could ride that into next week if I got the chance.” Erica, my best friend of many years, giggles next to me, grabbing onto my arm and shaking it until I look at what’s caught her eye. Or rather who.

 At the front of our class, the new History teacher stands confidently. He’s sporting a slight stubble, his hair’s combed back and he’s wearing a loose white shirt under his suit which makes me wonder just what’s hiding underneath it. There’s a small smile on his lips and hope in his eyes, but this class is literally from Hell so the latter will be gone soon. Though I must admit, he is a fine piece of eye-candy. And not to mention that he’s adorable. 

“Okay, I see your point.” I grin at her and take a seat at my usual seat at the back, but before Erica can sit next to me, Aiden slides in. Aiden is the residential bad boy, known for whoring around and getting high in between periods. And him sitting next to me lets me know I’m his latest point of interest. 

“So (Y/N), you busy after school? I hear you’re good in the Chemistry department.” Aiden leans back in his seat and lets his eyes roam over my body. For a second I think of ignoring him, but I’m not going to let him be a sleazy ass this year. We’ve only been back for a few days as well.

I turn to him with the sweetest smile and rest my hand on the books on his desk. “Listen Aiden, you’re really not my type. I’d much rather go for Boyd over there, or Isaac or Scott or basically anybody but you. Even your gay twin. Now, if you’ll excuse me, this seat is Erica’s.” I grin and push the books off his desk with one swift move. They land on the ground with a thud, attracting some attention to us. But he takes this as his queue and swaps seats with Erica, who just high-fives me. 

With a roll of my eyes, I turn towards the front to see the teacher looking at me already with an impressed look. He nods in approval before turning around and writing his name on the board. I smirk a little to myself. So now the hot teacher has a name. Mr Hale. And I’ve managed to impress him.

“So class, I’m your new History teacher if you didn’t see me wandering the halls lost like a priest at a red light district.” Mr Hale turns back to the class and jokes a little, causing a few people a chuckle, an uncanny response given the classes usual behaviour.

“I’m Mr Hale, if you have any questions feel free to ask. Now, let’s start with-” Mr Hale picks up his book, but before he can start reading it a girl, I think her name’s Mona, raises her hand with a flirtatious smile. Mr Hale raises his brows and motions for her to go on. 

“Well, speaking on the behalf of every female student and teacher at this school, how old are you? And are you single?” She flirts, biting her lip. I inwardly groan. Here it is. Poor Mr Hale, I mean yeah I was wondering the same but good God I’m sure this is illegal. 

The girls all laugh at Mona whilst the guys roll their eyes. They’ve been replaced with a middle-aged man. 

“Whilst those are very inappropriate questions, I’ll answer. I’m 26 and yes I am, not that any of that concerns you. Now, shall we get started with immigration into the US in the 1920s?”

The class is silent. You could hear a pair of panties drop in this silence. The smirk doesn’t leave my lips though. Mr Hale has officially proven two things. He’s a laugh but also serious, and he’s also not putting up with any bullshit this year. I like him.

The ringing of the bell pulls me out of my little trance and as I look around the room that is slowly emptying. With a small huff, I gather all of my things and make my way out of the class. But not before my name gets called. 

“(Y/N)? Is this Aiden guy anybody I should be concerned about? I can move him to Mrs Argent’s class if you want. Though you handle yourself well, I have to admit.” Mr Hale leans back against his desk casually, his hands slipping into his pockets. Now, don’t get me wrong. I love men older than me, there’s something fascinating about the maturity of them. But Mr Hale is on a whole new level. One period with him and I feel like I’d do anything he could possibly ask me to do, 

“He’s just a hormonal teenager, nothing I can’t handle. But thanks for your concern Mr Hale. I can tell we’re going to get along already.” I smile at the man in front of me, my new-found confidence somehow overcoming the feeling of uncertainty and weak knees within. 

Mr Hale shakes his head as he chuckles a little, before looking back at me. 

“I can tell we will.”

“I already told you, it’s a one on one study session with him not a secret rendezvous Erica.” I explain for the umpteenth time. Since Mr Hale started teaching at Beacon Hills High School a few weeks ago, my attention span has went from 95% to 12% all because of him. He’s all that I think about, whether it’s his posture whenever I walk into the class, or the way he absentmindedly bites his lip whilst reading, or the way his voice plucks all the right strings in me. Now that I’m thinking about it, a one on one study session doesn’t sound so bad. 

“Well, I’ll remind you of that in a few months when you’re regularly meeting him for a secret fuck at lunch.” She shrugs playfully and runs ahead to catch up with Isaac whilst I take deep calming breaths. Count on Erica to put all sorts of ideas into my head. 

I knock on the already open door of Mr Hale’s class who’s leaning back in his chair eating an apple. An easy smile spreads across his face when he spots me. 

“Ah, (Y/N). Take a seat. So, what can I help you with today? I hope this isn’t because of Aiden?” Mr Hale asks as he shuts the door to the class softly. I take a seat at the very back corner in my usual seat and pull out some paper and a pen. Do I actually need help with history? Maybe a little, but is this predominantly an excuse to check out Mr Hale? Without a doubt.

“I thought we already established that I can handle men.” I raise my eyebrows at Mr Hale as he walks towards the back of the class. A thoughtful look passes across his face, but it’s gone as quick as it came on.

Mr Hale shakes his head and chuckles, a low throaty laugh. My eyes widen a little in surprise, at his reaction and my newly discovered obsession with him.

“I would hardly agree that Aiden is a man, but if that’s what you think keep going.” Mr Hale leans against the desk in front of me, his hands braced against the table behind him. He’s oozing sex appeal, though I don’t know if he realises it.

I lean forward a little and rest my chin on my hands. “Mr Hale, I never meant that Aiden is a man. It was a generalised term, I can handle men all together. But it’s sweet of you to care so much.” I smile sweetly at the man in front of me. 

Good god does he look good right now, with his stubble that’s probably only taken two or so days to grow, his button-up shirt that’s missing the very top button, and his thick-rimmed glasses. He’s like every girls wet dream. 

Mr Hale is quiet for a few seconds, before shaking his head and nodding at my paper. “What can I help you with, (Y/N)?” He asks with a small smile, playfully tired. 

Oh, right. The actual work. 

“Well, you could start by explaining the impact of the Cosa Nostra on the Italian immigrants in the USA in the 1920s?” I smile a little at him and get ready to jot down whatever he says. But the thought of making out with him sounds much more appealing. 

Mr Hale frantically tries to hold the class back as the final bell of the day rings, but to no avail. Not many are interested in a school trip to the museum, despite it being a skive. Well, of course I’m going to go. And any sane girl in his class will too.

Mr Hale gives up his efforts and instead turns to his desk to straighten out the forms for the trip. Erica winks at me and goes up to grab one, getting Mr Hale’s attention. 

“I’m up for all sorts of trips, Mr Hale. As long as they involve you. I would never pass up an opportunity to spend time with you.” Erica winks at him before heading out of the door and sending me a quick goofy smile. I roll my eyes at my best friend, but let it slip.

I pack up the last of my books and head towards Mr Hale’s desk. 

“I’m sorry about her, she doesn’t have a brain to mouth filter.” I chuckle at Mr Hale’s exasperated expression. Poor guy, being this attractive has to be a curse. 

I grab the form and sign it myself, both the student signature and the one my parents should sign. Mr Hale raises his eyebrows at me, but I just put my pen away and hand him the form. “But she also isn’t wrong.”

I grin at him before walking out of the class with the feeling of his eyes lingering on me.

“Okay everybody, I know you’re all of legal age but we’re gonna be using the buddy system whilst we’re here, so pair up!” Mr Hale tells us all, his arms folded over his chest and a small smile as he mentions the childish way of keeping tabs on each other. 

Erica gives me an apologetic look as she pairs with Isaac, leaving me totally alone as everyone else has already paired up. Everyone but Mr Hale. Oh, thank you Erica.

I walk over to Mr Hale, sort of uncertain and probably looking like a lost puppy. “So, looks like I’m your buddy.” I smile up at the flannel-clad man. He’s dressed semi-casual, jeans, a white shirt with a flannel over the top and a suit jacket. This man seriously has a great sense of style. 

Mr Hale chuckles a little, but doesn’t try to blow me off. He turns to the rest of the field trip to address them. 

“Okay, you’re free to go inside. Remember, take notes for your presentations on Tuesday. Be back out here in two hours. Behave.” With that, the students scurry off inside. 

I hold my arms out towards the door. “Shall we?” 

Mr Hale just laughs before shaking his head a little and heading in, with a smitten teenager in tow. 

For a few minutes, we just walk around in silence, him admiring the paintings and me taking a few notes. That’s when I see a painting by Lilian Westcott Hale. This gives me an idea, what’s Mr Hale’s real name?

I place my pencil down onto the notebook and curiously look up at my history teacher, who’m I’ve known for a few months now. The best months of my life.

“Mr Hale, care to answer a question?” I ask the quiet man. He snaps around, a little startled as if I caught him off guard.

“Is it history related?” He asks, playfulness spilling from each word. I shake my head no. He just sighs and motions for me to go ahead. 

“Well, I was wondering what your name was. Like, your first name.” I bite my lip a little, waiting for the sudden rejection from him. But it doesn’t come, surprisingly. He looks like a guarded person, though it’s only his name he’d be giving away.

“If you guess right, I’ll let you know.” Mr Hale smiles a little at me and turns down a long corridor lined with various sculptures. A surge of excitement washes over me at the thought of a wild hunt. I just hope it doesn’t take too long.

“Is it Maurice?” I ask jokingly to evoke a reaction from him, which I do successfully. He looks mildly disgusted. 

“I can’t believe you think I’m called Maurice Hale.” Mr Hale chuckles in disbelief at me. I laugh along too, that was a little far-fetched. Well, here goes nothing.

“Okay, I think I’ve guessed every possible name under the sun and you haven’t agreed to any. So, either you have a really obscure name or it’s something so easy that I wouldn’t even think of it.” I sigh in exasperation as I sit down on the bench outside of the museum next to Mr Hale. 

I have spent the last hour trying to guess random names that popped into my head, but to no avail. I tried everything from boring names to foreign names, but yet nothing. 

Mr Hale chuckles at my desperation, finally deciding to give in. 

“Kudos to you for being so persistent, my name is Derek.” He smiles at me, showing his row of perfect white teeth. As if I wasn’t attracted to him enough as it is. 

A grin creeps up onto my face, content now that I know his name. Derek Hale, the man I absolutely adore.

I smile to myself as I walk through the town, snowflakes slowly drifting down from the sky and creating a perfect winter wonderland. I’m in search for Christmas presents for family and friends. But most importantly, a little something for Derek Hale. 

Ever since the museum trip, the two of us have been spending more and more time together, whether it be me wanting help on assignments I’ve already written or him wanting me to stay behind to re-do homework I got an A on the week before. But it’s not like we are doing anything illegal. All we do is talk about things outside of our school lives, he’s become like my personal counsellor. That’s not saying he was willing to talk about himself at first, just the minor details he accidentally lets slip by. Though I’d be a fool to mistake his longing looks as purely professional. The way he sometimes take a few seconds to actually respond to what I’m saying because he looks lost in his thoughts is rather adorable. But I think it goes without saying that we both enjoy the others company.

 I walk into the local bookstore. I can see if they have something for Derek and my mum, they both like reading. 

As I browse through the mystery section, a book catches my eye. ‘The Last Don’ by Mario Puzo. The cover is bright red with white and black writing, the book’s brand new. It immediately makes me think of Derek. He’s a bright guy, both very intelligent and positive for the sake of his students, but he’s not so eccentric on the inside. He’s the definition of a tortured soul from what I’ve picked up on so far. And he also enjoys Mario Puzo’s work. 

I pick the book out and carry it to the check-out, quickly stuffing it into my bag. One down, few more to go. 

I take my phone out as I exit the store and find Derek’s number. 

‘You’re not so hard to shop for, Hale. Thought it would be more of a challenge x’ I press send with a small smile, and within minutes I have a reply, albeit a strange one.

‘I’m going to pretend like that’s a compliment, also don’t forget you have a six page critical essay due for my class after the holidays x’

Pulling my backpack on, I call a quick farewell to my mom and basically sprint out of the door into the cold December evening. A few hours ago, Derek and I arranged to meet in the woods for our little Christmas present exchange. He was a little hesitant at first, since students aren’t supposed to be meeting with teachers like this, but he gave in with minimal convincing. I just hope he enjoys my presents.

I walk to the nearby woods, which happen to be only about five minutes from my house, and pull out my flash-light. Due to it being dark so early, I’m taking precautions. There is no way that I’m going to be getting lost in these woods. That has ‘cliche teen horror flick’ written all over it. 

I keep walking deeper and deeper into the woods, so deep I don’t think I’ve been here before. The trees are thicker here, the atmosphere chilling. I decide to ignore my fear of a killer jumping out of the tree and staking me and just keep walking without looking back. 

The fallen branches beneath my feet slowly turn out to be a path, not so clear but distinguishable enough that I can see where I’m going. I decide to follow it, maybe it will get me back to the edge of the woods. I’ll just call Derek and tell him to meet me there. 

I walk down the winding path with nothing but silence and the snow crunching beneath my feet accompanying me. I point my flashlight ahead and squint to see a tall building, half burnt down ahead. Okay, so now I’m officially creeped out, Beacon Hills has it’s very own Addams Family mansion. I feel my heartbeat fasten a little as I walk up the creaky old steps to the main door. It’s open, but I’m not stupid enough to go in and explore. But there is something scratched into the wooden panel next to the door. 

‘In Hale familia erit pati’ It’s Latin. As if things weren't creepy enough. But the word Hale catches my attention. Surely that can’t be related to Derek?

I pull my phone out and type in the words. I bite my lip in anticipation and to stop myself from shivering. It’s gotten considerably colder. The website finally translates the words, though now I’m beginning to think maybe it would have been better if I had just ignored the house and kept walking. 

“The Hale family will suffer.” I whisper. 

“I wish you hand’t seen that.” Someone calls over from behind me, not menacing but regretful. It’s Derek. 

I turn around to face him. He’s wearing his usual leather jacket and is holding a little gift bag. How he’s not cold is beyond me. I realise that the feeling of fear is gone, instead replaced by comfort just by being in his presence. 

I walk down towards him, slightly unsure of what he meant. 

“I wanted to tell you, in fact I was going to tell you tonight. I just wish I was here sooner. Merry christmas (Y/N).” Derek smiles a little, causing me to smile too. I love it when he’s happy. As much as I want to know about the weird Latin words on the panel, I let them slide. Derek will tell me when he’s ready. 

I take my backpack off and pull out the bag with his presents in it and hand it to him hesitantly. I hope he likes them. 

Derek takes it from me and gently pulls out the first object. It’s the book I got him a few weeks ago, ‘The Last Don’. His face lights up as he surveys his new book. He opens it up and glances down at the writing on the first page. 

‘For when you need to escape reality for a while. Love, (Y/N) x’ 

Derek smiles down at me, his hot breath in the cold winter night creating puffy white clouds. He pulls out the next object, a small mason jar with colourful papers folded up inside. 

“365 reasons I adore you.” Derek reads out loud, causing the tips of my ears to turn a shade darker. It’‘s so cringey and basic, but I really loved the idea of doing that. 

“Thank you (Y/N), really. I love these.” Derek puts his presents back in the bag and bites his lip contemplatively. He smiles a little before taking a step forward and placing a small, tender kiss on my cheek. A shiver runs up my spine at the sudden contact of his warm lips and my cold cheek. It’s so unexpected, I love it. A massive smile spreads across my face. 

“I’m glad you do, Der.” I grin up at him a little sheepishly.

 In turn, Derek holds out the gift bag he brought along with him. With a little smile I take it from him and look at what’s inside. 

There’s a small leather notebook with my name engraved on the front. I gently take it out and open it to the first page. In small, messy writing there’s a little scripture. 

‘For when you’re ready to learn the truth about me and the rest of the world, Derek x’ For a brief second I wonder what that could mean, but I decide to look at it later in the comfort of my room. The two of us don’t have much time left before I have to go back home. 

In the bag, there’s also a small velvet box. I gingerly pull it out and glance at Derek, who’s studying my every movement tentatively. 

I open it and gasp at what’s inside. There’s a small ring. The band is silver, with a diamond rose delicately wrapped around the band. There’s also a little paw print at the stem of the rose, though it looks like a wolf paw rather than a dog paw. There’s little italic writing on the inside. 

‘XI.II.MMXVII’ 

My brows furrow a little at this. That’s only about a month after Derek started teaching at our school in January. I look up at his questioningly. 

“It’s the date that I realised that...” Derek trails off a little, a frown covering his beautiful face. It looks like he’s still coming to terms with what he’s about to tell me. I reach out with my free hand and take a hold of his hand. 

“Realised what, Derek?” I ask, worry lacing through every word I speak. 

Derek looks down at the frozen ground for a brief moment, before looking back at me with such vulnerability it almost takes my breath away. 

“Realised that I am in love with you, (Y/N).” 

The automatic shocked expression appears on my face as soon as Derek’s words fully sink in. He’s in love with me. My history teacher Derek Hale is in love with his student, which is me. After one year of sitting through his classes each day for an hour straight, then again another two hours after school. This is the man I’ve spent a whole year thinking about, writing about and aching to get to know. Derek Hale is in love with me, and I am too. 

Derek looks like a lost puppy as he scans my face, probably not liking the shocked expression. That’s when I decide to do the thing I’ve been thinking about since the day at the museum when we sat outside on the bench and talked about our favourite authors. 

I close the distance between us, grab his face with my hands and kiss him like my life depends on it, because it just might. 

His lips are warm and soft unlike mine, they taste of cinnamon and vanilla, so enticing. His hands slowly take mines from his dace and intertwine out fingers. A spark ignites inside of me, one full of desire and life, so intense it makes me go weak at the knees. It’s like this is what my life had been spiralling towards. Derek breaks the kiss but doesn’t let go of my hands. He looks at me with eyes full of need, but also regret. Or maybe guilt?

“Okay, please don’t tell me you’re regretting this because I’ve wanted this to happen for far too long and I know this is technically illegal but-” i start to moan at Derek before he interrupts me with a chaste kiss.

“Never say I regret this, because I don’t. Fuck, (Y/N), the very thought of spending time with you after school is what keeps me sane. This is dangerous, but I’ve handled worse before. We can do this if we really want to, if you trust me.” Derek takes my face in his hands and looks me in the eyes, comforting as ever. I don’t even have to think about it. I trust him with everything, my life included. I nod my head.

“Good. Now, we need to figure some things out. This is illegal, after all. But I have your number, I’ll text you my address so you can come over whenever you want. This is risky, (Y/N), but you’re worth it all.” Derek smiles at me, before placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. 

There’s something about being in love with your history teacher that makes you change your perspective on the world. It is illegal, it is dangerous, but it is also worth it. Getting to kiss the man you love at the end of the day is worth going through all of the troubles the law has to offer. 

[whopooh]

Play it again, Jack II – Miss Fisher fics you love to reread

“Oh, that’s a good one, Inspector!”

In an earlier post I asked you – and by “you” I mean anyone who reads Miss Fisher fanfic – to give me fics that you love to go back to and reread, and so many great fic has been sent to me! I’ll split these recommendations up in a few posts and post them the coming weeks. I already posted @quiltingmom’s lovely letter to the fandom in one go. Here, I have cut and pasted recommendations together from your messages, in order to mix the writers and readers up a bit. 

I hope this post and these fics give you some enjoyment!

@olderbynow, “Tales of a Wayside Romance 1930″. Reread (or not) by @ollyjayonline

In true antipodean fashion I am going to blatantly ignore the rules of @whopooh’s review and talk about a fic that I have never actually read. In my defense I will say that I decided, in order to qualify for this review, to sit down and finally make myself read it… and that led to several weeks delay as I tried to find exactly right time to do so. That time never came. In the end, Whopooh’s posting of @quiltingmom‘s love letter forced my hand so -- on a cold, wet and windy winter’s morning I got up at 5.00 am to read.

There are 28 parts to this fic, this time I made it to these lines…

It happened, once, that he lost her. It happened, once, that he let himself believe. In them. In the possibility of them

Even as I quote these, the tears are welling in my ears and there is an empty feeling in my gut -- and they’re only the first two sentences of part 3 of the fic!

And so, even for the lovely Whopooh, I find I cannot read this fic -- in fact, it must be getting worse because I’m sure this is the least far I have ever gotten. I do know what happens in this fic -- people have told me not realising I have never finished it. I have even read the excellent "Toiling Upward" by @firesign23 that ‘fixes’ it.

But there is something about the vivid beauty of the Longfellow quotes...

“The inspiration, the delight, The gleam, the glory, the swift flight, Of thoughts so sudden, that they seem The revelations of a dream.”

… contrasting with the strange, distant tone of the fic, full as it is of yearning, regret and sadness...

“...left with the memories of her free of any restraints, he wonders if what he wants for himself is what he’d want for her as well.”

...that invokes such dread in me, of a relationship irretrievably lost before it even begins, that I physically cannot read "Tales of a Wayside Romance 1930" by @olderbynow. And I have been regularly not reading it since she published it in late 2016. And this not reading has inspired many of my fics -- smutty one shots (to prove that neither of them want nor need anyone else)... fluff (where there is no possibility of entertaining anything but a completely committed relationship of perfect harmony)... and more complicated stories where their character flaws result in angsty issues that eventually dissolve into never ending happiness.

So, thank you @olderbynow for writing a fic that I ‘hate’ so much that I am forever trying to prove it could never happen   ❤️❤️❤️

@promisesarepiecrust, “Counterfactual”. Reread by @kanste

This one hurts sooo good and has me in tears every time I read it. Phryne and Jack finally have a night together but Phryne pulls back in the worst way possible. @promisesarepiecrust manage to break my heart for Jack, especially in the café scene.

@221aubrina, “A Wink and a Prayer”. Reread by @bumblemama

A fic I love to reread is “A Wink and a Prayer”. It's short, sweet and funny. There are also more, but this was my first ever bookmark. I love to reread it because it without fail makes me smile. The contrast of the formal police officer with the playfulness of a confident lover. I think like Phryne the reader is both shocked and delighted....

@aljohnsonwrites, "Whump, whump”. Reread by @kanste

This is my go to place when I'm a little down. It is short and funny, and just imagining Hugh's face in that scene makes me smile all day.

@omgimsarahtoo, “Coded Expressions”. Reread by @zannadubs23

God, this is so good. This has a mystery. It has a slow seduction via letters. It has a steamy first time/reunion. It has wonderful original characters. Just delightful.

@fahye, “fighting vainly the old ennui”. Reread by @whopooh

I love this fic a ridiculous amount, it’s a brilliant retelling of the growing tension and understanding between Phryne and Jack, but in an AU where Phryne is a “gentlewoman thief” instead of a detective. This thief starts to flirt with Jack in writing, and the way things from the show is rearranged is delightful, and the way things are said via letters and quotes, and that Jack knows Phryne in person too but doesn't connect the dots -- it’s so good. I love to dive into it again and again; I have probably reead this fic at least ten times. Jack’s inner thoughts and Phryne’s teasing -- and then the end: I love that after all this time when Jack has worked himself up over the anonymous Bowerbird, when he finally realises her identity his dams burst completely open:

"You," said Jack, miles beyond coherency.

"Now, don't be angry--"

Jack didn't even register the effortful strides that took him through the water and across the room, he just knew that he had to get his free hand behind her head, so when he pressed her into the wall it was his own skin against the rough stone and not the thready black silk of her hair.

Miss Fisher laughed.

"I'm not going to apologise," she whispered, into the small space between their faces. "Haven't you ever done the wrong thing, just to see what it would be like?"

"No," said Jack. "Yes," and kissed her scarlet lips, hungry and unable to think, still riding the feeling that had overcome him in his office: the heady, infuriating rush of knowing that the thief he was entranced with was also the woman whose perfume and laugh he couldn't get out of his head.

She made a throaty noise and kissed back at once, without a hint of hesitation or surprise. Her lips were cold and he could taste her lipstick, and of course she put lipstick on before she went to rob a dangerous criminal, and Jack never wanted to stop. A dam months in the building had been knocked to splinters in his gut. He wanted to yell at her, and undress her, and pour poetry into her mouth with his own.

RakishAngle (@afterdinnerminx), “500 Words You Should Know: #200: Gargantuan”. Reread by @kanste 

Hugh's best intentions in delivering a letter from Jack to Phryne bring about an undesirable result, and a delightful angsty up and down for the reader. I so badly want to see this acted out by our dynamic duo. Just imagining Jack's panic and Phryne's anger makes me feel I'm watching a new episode of the show. 

@counterfog, “The God Abandons Antony”. Reread by @jasbeaux

“The God Abandons Antony” achieves a breaking point between seasons 2 and 3 where Phryne creates a situation where Jack finally abandons his “armor” and engages in a physical relationship with her. I love it for the very reasons that some do not -- it’s very much in their heads and some find it too “think-y.” The prose is lush and gorgeous and it is written by someone with a PhD in the history of the time period, so the details are perfect. (There is also an accompanying meta document explaining the references if you’re into geeking out about those things -- I am.) I return to it because of those details: the larger fic remains in my head, but the rediscovery of little pieces is a constant delight.

@ladyroxie, “Delight Out of Loosened Soil”. Reread by @omgimsarahtoo

This is a wonderful first-time Phracking story, that begins with Jack getting very literally dirty and ends with both of them getting dirty in a metaphorical sense. The theme of newness and nervousness circles around and around, each time coming up against Jack and Phryne's certainty that moving from their mostly platonic partnership into a sexual relationship is the right thing to do. I particularly love that they both begin knowing that the moment will be coming, and then realizing that the moment is now, and deciding that the choice is theirs to take hold of it or not... It's compelling and wonderfully written. I particularly love that our sexually confident Phryne finds herself a little unsure, because this matters in a way that her other lovers never have, and how Jack, who is nervous because he's been imagining this intimacy for so long, balances that nervousness with certainty. It's just... happy sigh

@firesign23, “Spectacle”. Reread by @zannadubs23

Sweet little “Established Phrack” piece. I love the comfortable interaction. It’s total fluff, but it’s not so treacly that it makes my teeth hurt. It’s warm and comfortable like a… well, like a well-traveled robe.

@phrynesboudoir, “I'll Come When You Call”. Reread by @kanste 

Jack gets Phryne off with his voice. This is a comedy take on smut, which is funny and hot at the same time. I love how scenes from the show turns out a little bit different than we all think they happened, and for one time Jack is two steps ahead of Phryne. I also love how secure Jack is in it.

Idolotrous, “Ulumbarra” & Gingham, “The Unexpected Visitor”. Reread by @firesign23

While I have an obscene number of reread fics, I'm choosing two from fanfiction.net because people are less likely to have read them. The first is “Ulumbarra” by Idolotrous, a post-”Unnatural Habits” story with mistletoe and poetry. When Phryne involves herself in a case that puts a target on her back, the only way Jack can convince her to leave Melbourne is to join him at an old family homestead called Ulumbarra, meaning "meeting place". They grow closer, until their solitude is destroyed by intrusions from their lives back in Melbourne. It's a wonderful story of hope and home, and things lost and found. The second is “The Unexpected Visitor" by Gingham, a story set after the tennis episode in season three, and features Jack's sister and niece. It’s a heartbreaking and realistic look at a dysfunctional and abusive relationship from the outside. I really adore all of Gingham's work, so choosing one fic was a struggle, but I love this one -- it has Phryne and Jack trying to navigate a relationship that's on the cusp of becoming romantic, but there's never any doubt of their loyalty and friendship. It is quite possibly the fic I most hope to see an eventual sequel for.

@gaslightgallows, “Familiar Acts". Reread by @kanste

I'm usually a ”Phrack all the way“ girl but I also like being taking out of my comfort zone and this fic does it very tenderly. It is Jack and Concetta with just the ghost of Phryne there. The dirty talk is extremely hot. Although I'm loving this, I'm still a bit cross with gaslightgallows for not giving us the continuation with Phryne there in person. (Just kidding.)

@flashofthefuse, “Real Estate Holdings”. Reread by @whopooh

I have reread this fic at least three times, and I find it such a gentle and careful exploration of how a relationship between Phryne and Jack could evolve without going all the way to holy matrimony. I love the way Phryne gradually gets more and more annoyed with Jack living away from her and the way they need to invite each other all the time, how this creates problems and disruptions, her clever solution of how to change that, and his reluctancy to follow her idea. @flashofthefuse explores these themes in such a sweet and lovely way, under this title that might not sound too romantic -- but it is, in its own practical way. I also adore that in the end, Phryne is “aunt” to Dot’s children, and they call her “Aunt P” -- the first time I read that I was equally stunned and delighted. 

These are all for now. If you haven’t yet, or if you want to give me more recs -- please send me fics and a short text about why you love to come back to them! Don’t be shy if we haven’t talked before -- it would be lovely to hear what you like and reread!

[gethealthy18-blog]

How To Tell If A Guy Likes You — 50 Signs He Is Smitten

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How To Tell If A Guy Likes You — 50 Signs He Is Smitten

Harini Natarajan May 22, 2019

Every girl has wondered at least once in her life if a particular guy is interested in her. After all, it is so hard to tell! Guys get all awkward and jittery when they are around a girl they like, yet say nothing. It is kind of sweet, but mostly frustrating!

Maybe it’s that nerd in your class you have been eyeing for a while or that hunk in the gym helping you do stretches *wink*. It may even be a buddy you have been hanging out with for years without him saying anything! Don’t worry, we have your back. We know how you can go all Detective Pikachu on him and find out if he is having sleepless nights over you too! Here is a list of things a guy would do if he has a secret crush on you. Take your magnifying glass out (the metaphorical one, obviously) and let’s do this thing!

He smiles a lot when you are around, even when talking to other people. Not in a creepy way, of course. He is genuinely happy to see you, and that shows on his face.

He looks keenly at your face, and his eyes wander over your eyes and lips. He is secretly mesmerized by your beauty, and oh, it’s so obvious!

When sitting together, his body leans towards you, even without him knowing. This is true for anyone, actually. People who are interested in you will lean towards you, while others lean away from you.

He looks into your eyes and holds your gaze. He is trying to get to know the secrets of your soul, so beware! Just kidding. You can read a person by looking into their eyes, and he sure is trying to read you.

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He never turns his back to you, especially when you are talking to him. Friends don’t care, they walk away even when you are not done speaking. But, a guy who likes you will try to be the perfect gentleman.

He touches you every time he gets a chance. Not in a creepy way, of course, but in a sweet ‘touched your arm by mistake’ kind of way. Then, he gets nervous. If you like him too, touch him back and give him a mini heart attack!

He tries to flirt with his “girl”friends and then looks at you for your reaction. His friends are probably in on it and playing along. If he notices that it bothers you, he is going to grin the rest of the day. So much for all the drama!

He asks you about the things you like. Showing interest in your hobbies is a way of showing he cares about your likes and dislikes. He may even read up on them and try to casually throw in his thoughts about them to impress you.

Whenever you look at him, he looks away quickly. He was probably staring at you this whole time. This is a tell-tale sign that a guy likes you.

He may say things to irritate you and just get a reaction from you. He will monkey around, mimic you, or make fun of you. Yes, I know, guys are weird. If he only teases you and not other girls, you are special to him. He does those things to hide the fact that he has feelings for you.

He pinches you playfully, and when you protest, tries to “soothe” the pain. Of course, if you don’t like it, let him know that it hurt you. But if you want to flirt back, pinch him and run!

He asks you questions, starts conversations, and asks you out “as friends” to talk. He is interested in your opinion about everything and wants to get to know you better.

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He compliments you in a slightly boasty manner in front of other people. It could be something as simple as “She has great taste in music” to obvious boasting like “She won a medal in high school in a relay race!” It just means he is proud of your achievements and wants to show you off.

He notices your clothes, your hair, and your makeup. He notices your perfume. If he compliments you on any of these, girl, he is totally into you. Generally, boys don’t notice even the most basic things, so if he is eyeing you, it is a good sign.

He behaves weirdly when you are with other guy friends. He knows that they are just friends, and you are not interested in them romantically, but he cannot hide the fact that he wants you to himself. He considers other boys as competitors for your attention.

He is jealous of other guys who like you. Even though he doesn’t make a move himself, he thinks nobody is good enough to date you and criticizes all of them.

He stalks you online. He likes your Facebook posts, retweets your tweets, and comments on your Insta pics regularly. He also keeps track of the other guys reacting to your pictures.

He showers gifts on you. It may be little things like the candies you like, or stuff that he knows you have been mooning for for a long time. If the gift has sentimental value for you, it means he probably put in a lot of thought into it.

He makes plans to hang out with you, even though you know he has a project due. You come first.

He calls you for no apparent reason, just to ask, “Hey, wassup?” He says hearing your voice “makes him feel better.”

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He is nicer, kinder, and more polite when you are around. His friends keep making fun of his changed behavior.

He rarely says ‘no’ to you. Disappointing you is out of the question! He will do anything in his power to get you what you want, even if it is inconvenient for him.

God help the person who tries to hurt or insult you when he is around! He will fight for your honor and care more about it than you.

If he ever says he misses you when you are away, he definitely has feelings for you, girl.

He offers his shoulder to cry on if something bad happens to you – even if it is a breakup with another guy. Though he may be secretly glad, he puts his feelings on hold and focuses on taking care of you.

If you don’t show up, he goes all FBI on you by calling, texting, and pestering your friends about your whereabouts.

He makes an effort to dress better. Boys don’t care. And if they do, something is fishy.

He is not afraid to be seen with you. In fact, he likes that people think you two are a couple. He says things like, “How does it matter what people think about us?” But trust me, he is secretly glad.

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He may offhandedly comment about you being pretty. Very quickly. You may almost miss it.

He mothers you when you are unwell. He probably gets you soup, watches over you, and spends time with you instead of doing fun things with his friends.

He tries to take up extra tasks just to help you. When you are overwhelmed, he does everything possible to make things better for you.

He is there for all the important events in your life – birthdays, graduations, pet’s birthdays…

He grabs your hand while crossing the road.

He shares his secrets with you, things that he is afraid to tell others out of the fear of being judged. He bares his soul to you.

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He is protective of you. If he has rowdy friends, he is probably trying to avoid introducing them to you.

He is interested in things like your favorite TV shows, bands you are into, and movies you love.

He introduces you to the people who are important to him – his parents, siblings, and best friend.

He copies you! If you make a gesture and he immediately copies it, he probably likes you. Let him know you are interested too – copy him!

He always responds to your texts, calls, and voice notes. If he misses it, he calls or texts you back as soon as he can.

He notices when you get a haircut or something else not so prominent, even when others don’t! It doesn’t matter if he likes it or makes fun of it, the fact that he noticed it shows that he has feelings for you.

If you are meeting his friends for the first time, and they already know everything about you, girrrrrl, this guy has been talking their ears off about you all day. That only happens when he has a serious thing for you.

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He does not check his phone when you are doing things together. He is too preoccupied with you to care.

He cares about your family and friends. He is very respectful to your parents and tries hard to make a good impression. He also never flirts with your sisters/friends and treats them like kids or buddies.

He goes all alpha on you – he stands taller, squares his shoulders, and pulls in his stomach. He also tries to take up as much space as possible with his body when he is close to you.

He talks about his future plans. He wants to show you that he is an ambitious guy and sorted in life. He also possibly sees a future with you and wants you to be aware of what he is offering. He basically wants to impress you. Also, he is trying to show that he is in it for the long-term.

He shows up where you are. Okay, this is kind of low-key stalking, but when guys like you, they want you to see them. They are afraid that it’s ‘out of sight, out of mind’ for you, and you might fall for someone else. So, when you are out and about and have declared your plans on Facebook, him turning up at the same place means that he likes you.

He says something funny, then checks if you laughed. It is very important to him that you find him cute and funny and appreciate his sense of humor.

When you talk to other guys, he starts looking over, trying to assess the situation. A guy who is not into you won’t bother caring when you talk to other guys. The next time you speak to him, he will appear disgruntled or offended. Lol, he is jealous!

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He remembers little things about you. Guys are not really good at remembering the little things, so if he does, he probably likes you. It means he paid attention to you when you were telling him about it, which is a sign that you matter to him.

He uses classic lines like “I wish I get a girlfriend just like you” and “I want to be best friends with my girl – just the way we are.” This is his way of saying he approves of you as a person and wants you to be more than just a friend. If you are interested as well, just look into his eyes and say “me too.”

Watch out for these signs to get a clearer picture of his intentions. Sure, some guys are just into playing games, and once you give in, they lose interest. However, there are some great ones too who don’t play games to win someone’s affection.

Trust your instincts. If you have that funny, nervous feeling that a man likes you, he probably does. He is probably shy or afraid of getting hurt, so he may not say anything “incriminating.” If you think he is worth the wait, be patient. And, make sure you are subtly giving off signals too. That will give him the courage that he needs to make a move. All the best!

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