Just give me a reason,

                                           to keep my heart beating…

Hello all.

I have reached a decision to delete this blog, along with my other roleplay blogs. I have plenty more important things to take care of in my life right now, and unfortunately I’ve let roleplaying and tumblr in general get in the way of those things. I rarely ever get on my roleplay blogs anyways, so I guess it won’t be too much of a loss. If you wanna keep in contact with me and keep interacting with Jasper then message me and I’ll give you my Skype name. I’ll reblog this a few more times over the course of the next couple of days before I delete this blog for those of you that may have missed this the first time around.

It’s been fun the past few years, but I think it’s time to end this phase of my life and start somewhere new and fresh. Thanks for understanding.

Nathan would never be able to get over how cute his husband looked when he began to blush. He hated that he tried to hide his face every time, but even then, it made him all the more cuter. He made it a point to lovingly touch his scar in some way everyday. Whether it’d be gently stroking it with the pad of his thumb, or kissing it like he just did, he just wanted the other to know that he was still the exact same person he fell in love with two years ago. “I don’t remember you ever saying it. True, but I still doubt they’d protest with you,” he pointed out as he debated just what he wanted. Smiling when he felt the other’s lips on his own, he wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer. “Okay, I feel a lot better now,” he claimed with a wide grin, delighted that they managed to disturb one of the customers there. “I probably do have a magical butt because I feel like that’s the only way I’m able to keep it looking as nice as it does. Well…I wouldn’t say that I’m perfect all over, but thank you, baby, I really appreciate that. But I can’t be the cutest in all the world, because you’re the cutest in all the world,” he remarked as he snuck another quick kiss to his husband’s cheek, giving the cashier his order of a cinnamon dolce latte and a chocolate chip muffin after Jas ordered his things.

                      Slowly but surely, Nate was helping Jasper with building up his confidence again. Oftentimes, he would wear a hood up and keep his head down so no one would notice the scar on his cheek and stare at him. It would just remind him of what happened, and it never helped that curious children would straight up ask him what happened to his face. Those were the times he just had to simply walk away from the situation. Whenever his husband would kiss his scar, however, he would remember that things weren’t so bad after all. “I have though. I bet you a million bucks they would,” he challenged as he quirked his brow at the other, scooting closer to him and resting his head on his shoulder when he felt his arm around his waist. “Glad to have been of service,” he noted as he pressed a kiss to his husband’s cheek in order to disturb the customer even further. “Your butt is always gonna look nice if you look nice though. Shh, yes you are, you don’t know what you’re talking about. That’s a fucking lie, you’re the cutest in all the universe,” he playfully argued as he looped his arm through Nate’s and rested his free hand on his forearm. “No, he wants chili too...and the muffin,” he chimed in before turning his attention to his husband again. “A muffin isn’t enough to fill you up, Natey Bear, especially since we haven’t had dinner yet. You’ve gotta eat.”

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“That’s simple, I plan to kiss it,” he simply stated as he pressed a light kiss to his husband’s cheek, deciding that he’d get to his lips later since they were walking. One of the reasons why he chose to tell Jas that he had a nice face was because well, he really did have a nice face. That, and he knew he had been feeling self conscious about his appearance ever since he got that scar on his cheek, which honestly broke his heart because his husband was one of the most confident people he’s ever known. He wanted him to know that even with that scar on his face, he was still the most attractive person in the world to him. “Did you really just say ‘pish posh’? And I’m the lame one… But I highly doubt they would protest with you, they don’t even know me,” he pointed out as he glanced at the other and rose a brow. Now, he knew he was cute, but he highly doubted complete strangers would protest alongside his husband because of it. It just seemed absurd. “It’s never fair for ol’ Nathan,” he joked, unable to help himself from laughing at Jas when he decided to stop just to jump in the snow. “It is, because you bite my ass more than you lick it. I’m glad you can’t help it, I love it when you bite my butt. I still don’t know how I manage to keep it perfect though, even when I gain weight,” he mused as he followed his husband inside the cafe, smiling when he smelled all the kinds of coffees that were brewing.

                      A soft blush dusted over Jasper’s cheeks when the other kissed one of them, noticing the way his lips barely brushed over his scar. Ever since he had gotten the scar, everything that touched it felt different. The skin there was tighter, bumpier, and more sensitive. As a matter of fact, he could feel Nate’s kiss better now than he ever could without the scar, and that was one thing he could live with. “I’ve said pish posh before, Natey Bear, you must not remember. They don’t have to know you to think you’re attractive,” he stated as he led them over to the counter, twisting his lips as he debated just what it was he wanted. He was feeling a little peckish too, so he could definitely go for something warm to eat. “That’s okay, I can kiss it better,” he claimed as he leaned on his toes to press a gentle kiss to his husband’s lips. “It’s because you’ve got a magical butt. You’re perfect all over though, not just your cute tooshie. You’re the cutest in all the world,” he pointed out with a warm smile before giving the cashier his order of a gingerbread spice cappuccino and a bowl of chili.

“Oh, well, if that’s the case, then I like your face, you have a very nice one,” he teased, squeezing his husband’s hand once their fingers laced together again. “I don’t want you to get us banned though. I know there’s Starbucks that we could still go to, but I like the cafe,” he remarked as he looked at the other, his bottom lip pooching out in a playful pout. Jas could riot anywhere he damn well pleased, but not the coffee shop. Or the comic shop. Though he knew that his husband probably wouldn’t riot in either of those places anyways, no matter how many times he’d claim he would. “Well, that’s just not fair at all, asshole,” he replied with a light laugh, giving the other’s hand yet another squeeze in retaliation. The crisp night air felt refreshing, making him feel at peace with the world. The fact that he had his husband walking right beside him made him feel even happier, causing him to skip a little with each step. “Well, I’m not denying it, I do love to lick your ass. But I mean, you’ve licked my ass like once or twice so that automatically makes you an ass licker. Wait no, I’ve got something better suited for you; ass biter. You know, since you’re biting my ass all the time,” he pointed out as he laughed along with his husband.

                      “Is that so? What do you plan to do with my nice face?” he asked with a light snicker. Although he didn’t say it out loud, he was actually extremely thankful for Nate’s choice of words. Ever since he obtained the long scar that stretched from the corner of his lips to the middle of his right cheek, he’s been extremely self conscious about his physical appearance. It was a great pick-me-up to know that his husband still found him attractive despite the jagged scar permanently etched into his skin. “Oh, pish posh, Natey Bear. I wouldn’t get us banned. If anything, people would start protesting with me,” he stated as they turned a corner, the café only a short distance away now. Nate was too cute to resist, so he was certain everyone would side with him. “Life isn’t fair, cutie,” he claimed with his head held high, stopping for only a split second just to jump up and down in the snow before beginning to walk again. “I think that’s more suitable. I can’t help it, your butt is just so perfectly round and bubbly, it’s hard for me to not want to sink my teeth into it,” he explained as they finally reached the café, using his free hand to open the door and lead them inside.

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—————This was entertaining to say the least. The way that Clayton spoke was simply normal for those in Wonderland. Then it hit him, he wasn’t in Wonderland right now and needed to act semi-normal.  Clearing his throat, the cheshire casually changed the way that he spoke. “Sorry, sometimes I forget that I’m not back home. In my house we tend to speak like that. Call it a family quirk.” It wasn’t too far off from the truth, minus the family part for all his family had died in the War. “Clayton Cheshire, but you can call me Clay, Chesh or whatever you wish, handsome.” And again, he makes it quite obvious that he’s checking the other out. “Pardon me but I can’t stop looking at you. My god you are gorgeous.” Nevermind the fact that he wanted to throw him on a bed and fuck his brains out. 

                       The drastic change in the way that this man spoke took Jasper by surprise. Perhaps he was just a really good actor? Regardless, it was still a little difficult for Jasper to grasp that he had switched his speech over just like a light switch. “That’s one hell of a family quirk. You don’t sound so much like a Shakespearean fool now. Not that it would be a bad thing if you were, though,” he concluded with a shrug of his shoulders. He was a former English teacher after all, so he couldn’t complain too much. “It’s nice to meet you, Clay. I have to admit, that’s a rather interesting name.” The compliment was so sudden that Jasper froze, his mouth agape for almost a solid minute. Nine times out of ten, he was the one doing the flirting and making the other person blush, but now it was him that was trying especially hard to keep his cheeks from flushing. “Oh, thank you. I have to say, you’re not too bad yourself. So, uh...do you happen to be free tonight?” If he said yes, then he hoped to God his bedroom wasn’t a fucking disaster.

“I will, but I hope you’re not hoping for anything too good since I’m being put on the spot,” he forewarned, laughing when Jas finally pulled him out the door. “You can definitely riot about that, I don’t mind one bit. I just didn’t want you rioting in the coffee shop because I didn’t want you tearing it down,” he claimed as he walked alongside his husband, the cool air slightly stinging his face. He was honestly quite glad Jas agreed to go on a walk with him, but he was just a little shocked about it as well because of how late it was, not to mention, they were walking. But he decided not to bring it up to the other because he didn’t want to risk making him change his mind about walking. “Hmm, I see how you are. So there is such a thing as patience when coffee is involved?” he asked as he quirked a brow at the other. Feeling slightly confused when Jas suddenly stopped in his tracks, but was quick to return the embrace by wrapping his arms around his waist, humming into the kiss when he felt the other’s lips against his own in a passionate kiss. Once they pulled away, Nathan gazed into his husband’s gorgeous hazel eyes, smiling sweetly when he said that he loved him. He couldn’t help but to roll his eyes when the other called him yet another name. “Way to ruin the moment, ass licker.”

                      “I never said it had to be good, I just said I wanted you to flirt with me,” he confirmed as he hesitantly let go of his hold on the other before lacing their fingers together again and strolling down the sidewalk once more. “Hey, I could still riot in the coffee shop, it would just be about your cute face instead of a lack of whipped cream,” he explained as he glanced at his husband, his brow arched. Maybe if Jasper would have been alone, he would have felt much more uncomfortable, but since he was with his husband, he felt safer. Not to mention, they were in the open, and there were other people walking on the sidewalk opposite of the one they were on. “For me, there is. I can’t exactly say the same for you, though,” he hinted as he gave Nate’s hand a light squeeze to indicate that he was just joking. The snow on the ground as they made their way to the café made him feel much happier and less concerned about what was going on around him outside of the little bubble he and his husband shared. “That’s a lot coming from someone who likes to lick my ass,” he pointed out as he burst into a fit of giggles.

“Absolutely nothing. And I know what flirting is, Pumpkin, I’ve flirted with you like a bajillion times,” he replied with a light laugh, humming happily when he felt his husband’s lips brush his cheek. “I’m almost positive they will, especially if you ask for it, so there’s no need to start a riot about it tonight, you silly goose,” he remarked with a roll of his eyes, giggling as Jas dragged him over to the door. I get that you were excited, but you could’ve been just a little more patient, fuckface.” Letting out a gasp when Jas licked up the side of his face, he could only close his eyes and let out a long sigh. “You’re so fucking lucky I love you, you asswipe.”

                     “Oh, really? Prove it then. Flirt with me,” he challenged with a quirk of his brow before finally pulling Nate out the door. “I’ve gotta riot about something, Natey Bear. Maybe I’ll start a riot over how cute you are because that shit should be illegal,” he joked as he led them down their driveway and onto the sidewalk, swinging their hands as they strolled. He was feeling rather chipper that evening, which was something he thought he’d never feel again after what happened to him a couple months ago. “There’s no such thing as patience when snowball fights are involved,” he concluded with a firm nod of his head. As soon as Jasper heard his husband tell him that he loved him, he stopped in his tracks only to pull the other up against him and lace his arms around his neck, crashing their lips together for a sweet and passionate kiss. Nibbling on Nate’s lower lip before he pulled away, he rested their foreheads together and looked into his beautiful emerald eyes. “I love you too...” he breathed before a devious smile fell upon his lips. “Buttmunch.”

“I can definitely do that. Though you do know that I’d do that regardless of how cold it is, right?” Nathan asked with a giggle as he tied his scarf around  his neck. “Oh trust me, so do I. I’ve been craving some really good coffee shop coffee anyways,” he replied, sweetly smiling when he felt their fingers lacing together. “Says the guy who rushes me when he’s already fully dressed to go out in the cold and I’m still in my damn birthday suit. Fartknocker!”

                    “Yeah, I know, but what’s wrong with me hinting about it? It’s called flirting, Natey Bear, you should try it sometime,” he teased as he stood on his toes to kiss his husband’s cheek. “They better put whipped cream on my coffee or I’m gonna start a riot,” he claimed with a light snicker as he started to tug on Nate’s hand, practically dragging him toward the door. “Well, excuuuuuse me for getting excited about snow. It’s not like I went my entire childhood without it, ass noodle.” Without a single warning, Jasper grabbed the other’s head in both of his hands and licked a thick stripe up the side of his face, laughing loudly when he pulled away.