just out of general curiosity, send me a ♥ if you would consider shipping our muses.

          ( Jimmy had been through many instances where everything went into slow motion around him. Normally these moments involved imminent danger or his life being threatened, but this was definitely a slow motion moment. Maybe it was the music, or the way Conner walked, or the way he felt frozen in place. )

          ( Then all at once he was there, gently taking Jimmy’s face in his hands and for half an instant Jimmy wished that he had kept his shirt on so he could curl his fingers into the fabric and feel more secure. Hazel eyes darted over Conner’s features, mouth falling open just slightly in expectation, and he felt a sudden calm wash over him and slow his erratic heart. )

          ( Part of him always believed that people closed their eyes when they kissed because they felt safe enough to allow someone so close without watching them, so even though his shoulders arched and his hands made soft fists in front of him, he closed his eyes and just … melted there. Conner was so warm. Jimmy smiled against his mouth, rocking forward onto his toes to lean into him more. )

                   “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you kissing me.”

             eyes still closed, his lips curved into a small smile in absence              of his love’s pressed against them. his head rested against              jimmy’s, the hands on his face traveled down to take his              partner’s into his own. for a moment he simply ran his thumbs              in circular, caressing movements on the soft fist. following jimmy’s              words, something else conner had heard echoed in his head, like a              kind of CRUEL RETORT.

                                                             it’s all downhill after the first kiss.

             he fell into a pensive sadness -- his eyes open and looking down              to the other’s lips. how many kisses would they have before jimmy              would no longer want to kiss him? when he’d suddenly find someone              good enough -- a person, a TRUE person, someone who had nothing              to hide. jimmy had no idea who was kissing, he wasn’t even kissing              HALF the person that conner wanted to be.

                                                  stop thinking.

             his lips had fallen in his morbid thoughts of the fatalistic nature of              their love, and how he perceived it could only be finite, due to the              baggage kon carried. a weighty ball and chain of his own mastery.              the words that came from his mouth were spoke in a low whisper,              solemn and doleful.

               ❝ do you think you will get bored of kissing me? ❞

            she’s just going to sit on him. to get his attention.

               NO ATTENTION GIVEN.                    he continues to pet krypto, who has become less excited and                           more anticipatory of the pair.

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✔: A plot you would love to play out with your character ★: A blog you’d love to roleplay with ✖: A plot you would never do/can’t do with your character ♔: A character (in general) that you’d like to interact with ☀: Another mun that you really admire/respect ☣: A pet peeve about roleplaying ☠: Something you dislike about your fandom ➸: Something you like about your fandom ✉: Someone you’re afraid to approach/unsure of approaching ☄: A doubt you have about your writing ☮: Something you’re confident about with your writing ✿: Three of your favourite followers ❂: Three of your favourite blogs that you follow ❢: Your favourite icon of your muse’s FC ♘: Your favourite icon of your Mun FC ☎: A picture of yourself ♫: An argument that you’re sick of hearing ♈: An argument/topic that you could debate all day

Here I drew the best friends a Super dude could have

     “ don’t WORRY. look, it’ll be fine, everything has it’s time.          look, if you’re WORRIED, talk TO HIM. ”

           ❝ NO WAY. because he always says something smart, since                i can’t argue well ... and then i PUSH him and he pushes me                back HARDER and then we FIGHT.                                                           -- he’ll just have to never find out. ❞

Send me “Drink up, baby” and my muse will make a drunken confession!

          ( The string of failed words that attempted to leave Jimmy’s mouth ALL AT ONCE was truly astonishing. Eyes helplessly settling on the perfect sculpture in front of him Jimmy fell silent until a meek little                                               “Holy Moses.”                                                                  fell from his lips. )

                     “Conner Kent is — you                   you are v–very — I’m— you can shut me                               up any second you want.”

             he needn’t say anymore, jimmy’s struggle for words spoke              enough for conner. it warmed him. his fingers rapidly pressed              the volume key on the laptop to drown out their mutual silence.              the song spoke for them.

               ( baby you got me. )

             making his way over, slow were his steps, bare feet gentle in              his prowl. 

                                                  ( you got me. )

             large hands meeting either side of a small face, pressed flat              and mild on the other’s cheeks. eyes dancing over the curves              of jimmy’s mouth, he loved the small ‘o’ shape they formed              when naturally parted. conner showed his appreciation when              pressing softly his own lips on jimmy’s, he made a tender kiss.

                                                                                ( you got me. )

       ( The pen in Jimmy’s hand clatters to the ground.                  & he makes no move to recover it. )

                                “T—trying–?”

             the fading confidence leaves him feeling as naked              as he was prepared to get, though he only got to              slowly peeling off his shirt before giving up.

               ❝ yeah -- maybe i shouldn’t try it again.                    CONNER KENT can’t be sexy, obviously. ❞