#kit connor kissing puppies

[nnicknnelsonn]

Kit Connor, meet Imogen’s new dog Brooklyn

bts source: kit’s insta

[bipanicknelson]

grrrrr

[bonesandchalamet]

one room, one us - k.connor

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requested: y- “I almost immediately want to put forward the “only one hotel room left and it’s only got one bed” trope for a Kit Connor request 🫢 friends to lovers of course 🫡”

pairing: kit connor x reader — please message me if I used any pronouns of she/her this is supposed to be gender neutral!

warnings: one room trope + mentions of making out (purely innocent kissing)

a/n: loved this request hope I did it justice xx

“I could’ve sworn it had two beds.” he stammers over his words, a light nervous chuckle falls off his lips. as you turn to face him, you see he’s as red as a lobster, embarrassed for his mistake on the booking error, “I swear. y/n, im sorry.”

“kit,” you warn him giving a pointed look that he knows too well. he shouldn’t be apologizing considering you’re long time friends, but he is. sharing a bed was like crossing a line in his book, and he wasn’t quite sure your friendship was at that level of mattress sharing and blanket tugging.

“don’t apologize, I’m sure I can find another room—“

“you can’t. the place is sold out, and I’d offer my bed, but I promised tobbie he could share with me.” joe peaks his head in from the conjoining room, tobbie’s head appears atop of his with a simple frown for your sorrows, but truth be told, you couldn’t be too mad about sharing a bed with kit. he’s a dear friend for Christ sakes not a stranger with a filthy disease.

“honestly, it’s okay. we can make due right? just build a wall of pillows! it’ll be all good.” you offer your best smile to three boys who nod in agreement with your words. it’ll all be fine. except will it? you’ve never passed sharing a blanket or a bag of chips on the sofa, this could really change things— or maybe you’re just classically overthinking that this could ruin or change the course of your friendship.

—

“so I like to sleep on that side.” kit nudges his head to the right. the side that’s closest to the clock and the charging outlets, it’s also currently the place you’re snuggled under the sheets in.

“well I got here first.” you poke at your tongue, but gladly move along per his request and allow your phone to stay on the nightstand leaving you two with nothing but a conversation.

“even joe knows I like this side.”

“well excuse me for missing this course in friendship, but you’ve never told me you’ve had a preference to sides.” you pull the comforter up close to your chin and settle in against the mattress once again, finding comfort after a long day.

travel and tourism of a new place had taken it out on you, kit, joe and tobbie so much so that your evening plans of late dinner and drinks had turned into laying in bed to order room service. exhaustion was just only an understatement of what you felt.

“you tired?” he whispers, the words hang in the air almost he didn’t say them. it takes you a whole minute to register he’s waiting for a response, and by the time you open one eye, he’s found himself cuddled up with one of the pillows that’s being used as a barrier.

“hey,” you flip over onto your side, his thick light blond eyelashes flicker up, his beautiful eyes staring into yours. you can feel your heart stop, your breath goes right in your throat as you try to remember the words you were going to say.

“do you think you can turn off the lights?” he mutters mimicking your position as well, comforter pulled up to under his chin with pleading puppy dog eyes, “I can’t reach it.”

you let out a breathy chuckle watching his eyes close again, “it’s on your preferred side.” you say poking his side earning a grimace from him.

he juts out his lower lip, opening his eyes again, he gives you his best sad puppy dog look that’s so convincing you reach over his body and flip off the light, “there you go your highness.”

“hey!” he gasps, sitting upright. you can’t see his eyes, but you’re sure they are about a centimeter away from popping out of their sockets. you can only make out so much of him, but what you do notice is he’s completely shirtless. an image your brain clearly must’ve ignored in the first place, but now can’t seem to erase it.

“I’m nothing but high maintenance.”

an innocent unconscious laughter escapes your lips as you can recall the times when kit might of been a bit more on the needier side of things, but you cover your lips with an invisible zipper making his playful anger grow.

“no! tell me this instant!” he gently presses a slight shove against your arms and discards one of the pillows used as a barrier. he moves closer to you resting his head against your shoulder, “if you don’t tell me I’ll just fall asleep right here.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.” the words fall out of your mouth before you can stop them, saliva fills your throat as you become to realize what you’ve just put in the air for him to settle with. maybe it was stupid, maybe it was wrong, but your feelings for kit were nothing but pure and right.

you could always feel his attraction towards you, and tonight, with only one bed and one hotel room left, it felt like someone was pulling you two together. someone or something was trying to push you two off the edge and into something more.

“what if I did this,” he sits up, index finger gently grazes your chin as he pulls your face towards him. time feels slow in this moment, his face inching closer your heart begging to jump out of your throat, its not until his lips are on yours when time seems to finally catch up.

his lips were like heaven. soft enough to melt you into his arms, and warm enough to send a heat wave through your body as you slide your tongue into his mouth.

he pulls away, a small gasp exiting his lips catching his breath, “so you don’t mind that?” he asks, a growing concern reaches his face that you can’t see, but your lips on his sends him the right message.

“look who’s high maintenance now,” he says in between kisses, a chuckle escapes his lips as you grab a fist full of his hair and pull his lips back onto yours.

“I’m only high maintenance with and for you, connor. it took you too long to kiss me.”

he throws his head back laughing as he collapses against the mattress, “just kiss me again, y/n.”

[anachronisticcrab]

Solangelo Headcanons

So I’ve got a lot of these cause I’m such a simp for Nico and Will (feel free to ask me about any other Headcanons on either character, cause I’ve got LOTS)

They’re both massive nerds, but neither of them really like the same kind of things

Like, Will is more of a Star Wars and Star Trek fan, he loves Harry Potter more than life itself, and reads medical textbooks and animal books for fun

But Nico is such a linguistics and mythology nerd, we all know he loves Pokémon and DND, and he’s really into classic literature and art

They both spend 90% of their dates geeking out over their interests, and even when they talk about something the other doesn’t understand, they’re super supportive and sweet cause they’re both cute geeks

As much as they aren’t interested in the same things for the most part, they do have a few interests in common (pirates, astronomy, Dreamworks and Disney animated movies, The Princess Bride, Lord of the Rings, music, marvel and DC)

They absolutely have movie marathon dates. It’s their favourite thing. Their favourite movie series’ are Pirates of the Caribbean, Night at the Museum, and The Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit

Nico loves watching Star Wars with Will because Will mumbled the lines along with the characters and does little lightsaber noises along with it and he’s so cute

Will likes watching movie adaptions of classic lit with Nico because he points out everything that’s different from the books, why the movies are bad, and insists on pausing it to go on rants about everything they got wrong. Will fucking loves it

They both have tattoos. Will’s got the sun over his chest, and a small semi colon on his left wrist next to a treble clef. Nico’s got a semicolon on his right wrist next to a bass clef

Will loves Halloween, and Nico could take it or leave it (he never did anything for it because he grew up in Italy), but Nico does couples costumes because Will looks at him with puppy dog eyes and Nico’s helpless

They’ve gone as Jed and Octavian from Night at the Museum; Buzz Lightyear and Woody; those two crazy pirates from Pirates of the Caribbean (the one with the wooden eye who dressed up in drag, and the short one who got upset over parlay); 1930’s mobsters; Adam and Barbara Maitland from Beetlejuice; Han Solo and Luke Skywalker

They actually talk to Mr. D, and that’s why they’re his favourite— they play poker with him, they talk to him, they treat him like anyone else and he lives them for it

Will loves every single one of Nico’s siblings (Rachel, Hazel, Reyna, Meg, Jason, Connor, Travis, Percy, Tyson, Estelle, Chiara, Piper, etc). They share ridiculous Nico stories and plan pranks on him— they all adore Will

Will’s siblings and friends lowkey love Nico more than Will. He brings them McDonalds, teases Will and makes Will blush, attempts archery to try to bond with them (he really tries, but he’s just really awful), he tells Will’s little siblings bedtime stories. Nico’s just really awkward, and he really tries, and they all love him. Of course, Cecil, Lou Ellen, Austin, and Kayla bug Nico a lot because he’s so awkward, but the truth is they really, really, really like him

Will is horrible at music. Like, truly horrible at anything to do with music. But he has an encyclopedic knowledge of music from over the last 200 years, and randomly quotes lyrics and talks about musical theory all day long

In contrast, Nico is amazing at playing piano and guitar, plus he enjoys playing the drums. He’s really musically talented, but knows nothing about the theory behind it or about the artists. Whenever Nico tries to learn a new song, Will nerds out over the musician/background of the song/cool lyrical devices that make it an amazing song. Nico frickin loves it

Nico loves cooking, while Will can’t cook for his life. Like someone get this boy some help, he almost burnt down his mom’s house while microwaving popcorn. They agreed that Nico would cook and Nico would clean

Nico can’t drive for shit. I mean, cars don’t exist in the city where he grew up (there’s not enough room for vehicles on the few roads in Venice), and even if there were, he’s Italian and gay (sorry about the stereotypes there, but I really can’t see Nico being a good driver). Will drives them everywhere or gets Jules-Albert to drive them, and hides Nico’s drivers license to ‘protect the public from his menace of a boyfriend’

You know how I mentioned the no vehicles in Venice thing? Yeah, no bikes are in the city either. Will taught Nico to ride a bike after the Giants War (before they started dating). Hazel took videos and pictures cause Nico was freaking out over it and yelling at Will not to let him die

Will finds animals on the street and adopts them. Nico begrudgingly helps Will to take care of the animals until they find good homes for them (mostly from people in New Rome)

Unfortunately, Will gets attached to them, and now they have 5 cats, 2 dogs, 3 snakes, 4 lizards, and a blue Jay

They’re both really grumpy in the morning. If you wake either of them up, they will probably bite your hand off

They like going on runs a lot? They’ll go on jogs once a day if possible, and they’ll chat or share earbuds while doing so

They go on dates on canoe lake a lot. They like to have races on the canoes, and to just float out away from everyone else (they totally don’t joke about being pirates or pretend to be pirates while on the lake, that’d be ridiculous and childish)

When Will’s been in the infirmary for too long, Nico walks in and throws a Kit Kat at his head, and then drags him out of the infirmary (sometimes by his ear, sometimes by his hand, depending on how long Will’s been in there for or how annoyed Nico is that day)

Nico’s teaching Will how to speak Venetian (he sucks at it, but Nico appreciates the effort)

Nico takes a long time to get used to PDA, and even after they’ve been dating for years, Nico’s really only comfortable with holding hands and hugs (plus cheek kisses or quick pecks) in public. Will’s fine with it, and he didn’t stop smiling for three days after Nico first pecked him on the cheek in public

International dates! Paris, Venice, Milan, Madrid, Banff, Athens, Cairo, Tokyo, Sydney, Ho Chi Minh, everywhere! They love travelling!

They have a lot of conversations where they tell the other how amazing they are (since they’re both pretty self-deprecating, and they think the world of the other, it ends up with them just going ‘shut up you’re beautiful, why do you put up with me’ for hours on end)

Dates on roofs! Nico and Will point out constellations at night and cloud watch during the day. They have picnics on the roof of the Big House, and the Hades and Apollo cabins all the time

They buy each other Funko Pop figures for birthdays, Christmas, and basically anytime they want to get each other a gift

[yamithediaperdork]

Baby bird and Super daddy (DC)

it was Friday afternoon and school was out which only meant one thing for a group of young sidekicks: it was time to haul their butts to San Francisco and more to the point to Titans tower.

Oddly though one member of the titans wasn't getting his normal ride from Gotham to the tower with his mentor Batman, AKA Bruce Wayne but inside had been picked up in Smallvile by his surrogate big brother Nightwing who was also giving a ride to Kon-el, AKA Superboy.

Sulking and pouting in his costume, Robin AKA Tim drake was blushing and his bottom looked a little more puffy then normal, but only a expert would know to look and see it.. so Naturally Dick had.

"So I'm not one to judge, I mean, I've know you and Kon where hooking up for awhile." Dick said, smirking and while he kept a eye on the controls of his aircraft, he made sure to steal looks back at the blushing big time Tim who had been tugged into Kon's lap. And of course Kon was smirking.

"but I just need to know, Is my little brother from anther mother in huggies because you two are kinky, or Kon needs to stop topping for awhile?"

"DICK!" Tim shrieked and whined, burying his face in Kon's shoulder and whining.

"He tried to make me his little guy, needless to say it backfired." Kon chuckled, and rubbed Tim's back and patted the boys bottom, a faint crinkling being heard only by Kon due to his super hearing over the dim of the plane.

"Oh, I HAVE to hear more..but before that.. I think I have a juice box or two if the little guy is thirsty." Dick offered.

"Dickkkkkk!" Tim whined and pouted, shooting daggers though his mask.

"Well he is a thirsty bitch, but he had a big ba-ba of fresh milk before we left." Kon chuckled.

"Hate you both." Tim whined and tried to squirm out of Kon's lap, but he was a boy of tissue in a boy of steel's grip, and wasn't going anywhere.

As Dick chuckled, Kon reached into Tim's belt and pulled out a superman logo pacifier and popped it in the boy wonders mouth and rocked him, and in seconds Tim had gone night night and Kon was free to tell the story.

Tim had pleaded and begged to hang out with Kon-el for the two days he had off from school back in Gotham (the staff was recovering from the latest attack by a bat rouge, Riddler this time.)

Bruce had tried to say the time could be used to help out with Gotham but after getting Alfred on his side it had only taken anther half hour before Bruce was dropping Tim off by the Kent farm, commenting on how much extra baggage he had taken with him for just going there for Thursday and Friday (Tim had spare clothes at titans tower)

Tim had come up with a excuse that he might help on the farm and didn't wanna end up smelling like cow dropping and Bruce had let it go.

Superboy of course who's X-ray vision was coming and going at this point had been able to spot right away was was in the extra luggage and just smirked to himself.

The Kent's of course knew without being told that Tim and Kon were dating, Connor just wouldn't shut up about him and they were practically all over each other calling it rough housing.

"If that's what you kids these days call it. Take it out to the barn." Was all Pa said, not looking up from his newspaper.

Once out in the barn, Tim went right to work turning on the puppy dog eyes and kissing Kon's neck and blowing in his ear, things that drove the boy of steel wild.

"Koooon, I have a hawt idea we should try out." Tim said in his 'I'm so cute you can't refuse me' voice which normally had Kon wrapped around Tim's little finger.

However forewarned Kon was ready and kept his control in place, though asked what Tim wanted to try out.

"Well have you ever heard of diaper punishment or age play?" Tim had asked, opening the luggage and holding up a teen sized diaper with little bat symbols on it and holding it out, grinning ear to ear.

Kon however, returned that grin with his own and played along, though not like Tim had expected.

"oh I see, You wanna be my little baby bird! Cute! and you even got bat diapers! Adorable!" Kon gushed as Tim's jaw dropped.

"W-What? No! I-" Tim started, blushing bright red.

"Ohhh I've heard of this, you're gonna act like you don't want it so you can be a pouty little boy while enjoying your diapie wipies~" Kon chuckled, dashing up and snatching the diaper from the smaller boys hands and planting a smooch on him, tongue dominating Tim's mouth and feeling the fight go out of Tim for a second.

he also felt the boy wonder less then wonderful hard on press against his leg and broke off the kiss.

"well I think that answers whether or not you want daddy Kon to make you a good little baby bird." Kon said.

"I what.. No! I was gonna.. you were gonna.." Tim whined, flustered and trying to will away his hard-on, but but there was no amount of zen training with Batman that was going to make the boy wonder's stiffie vanish.

"Oh look, you have a paddle, and some baby outfits.. paci's and ba-ba's..Damn you must REALLY wanna just be a helpless little diaper dork huh sweetie?" Kon was saying, looking though all the supplies tat had been meant for him and super warming up to the idea of babying Tim.

There was even a pair of jean overalls with crotch snaps so a certain diaper boy could work on the farm!

"and look at all these diapers! Somebody plans on making LOTS of presents for his super daddy huh?" Kon added.

"NO I DO NOT! THAT WAS ALL MEANT FOR YOU!" Tim whined and stomped a foot, hands balled in fists and at his sides.

Sadly, this did nothing to help his argument.

"Baby bird, that's enough of the attuide. You need to take off your big boy clothes and lay down so I can get you in a diapie or else mister man." Kon said, smirking but trying to have a authoritative tone, picking up the paddle.

"YOU DON'T HAVE THE BALLS!" Tim yelled.

Sadly as it turned out for Tim's poor soon to be bright red backside, Kon had the balls and more.

On a scale of 1 to 10, Kon guessed the effort he had put into the spanking (and being nice enough not to use the paddle too!) was about a 3 or 4, but from the howls and sobs that had escaped the soon to be pampered sidekick, you'd of sworn he had gone all out.

'Man, either full on humans are more fragile then I thought, or Tim just can't take a spanking!' Kon mused as he cleaned up the puddle that the boy wonder had made during his ten swats, and let's just say it wasn't urine. 'Though for someone who's sobbing so much with his nose in the corner..'

"Baby bird, you're gonna wake up half of Smallville with that sobbing, I'm gonna need you to tone it down or I'll have to get creative with gagging you." Kon called over sweetly.

Tim, with pants gone and butt glowing bright red from the spanking and having his hands on the back of his head turned around from the corner and moved his mouth as if to argue, then apparently thought better of it and meekly nodded his head.

"I-I'll try.." Robin sniffled and whined, any trace of him trying to be dom had left his body when he'd creamed himself from being spanked.

"I could give you one of your paci's, but you have to promise to be a very good boy and not spit it out, I'll just pop it back into your mouth anyways." Kon offered.

Looking around the dirty floor of the barn, Tim made a icky face and nodded he could be good and opened his mouth for the customed Superman paci, with the large oversized rubber nipple making Tim start to drool down his chin in seconds.

"it's too bag you didn't pack a enema kit, I bet you have the CUTEST 'i'm pooping!' face baby bird!" Kon commented, having laid most of the items out on his bed and chuckling at the whimper that escaped from Tim.

"Shucks, and Pa and ma Kent kicked us out to the barn for the night.. I know ma has a nice big one. Ah well, there's always tomorrow." Kon chuckled and shrugged.

Tim gave a series of muffled protests around the paci turning a little pale at the thought of getting a massive soapy enema while Kon and the Kent had breakfast, though it was also making him get a little excited.

"Hmmm? Oh I see someone likes the idea~ thats great! I'm sure Ma and Pa won't mind having a baby around the house." Kon laughed.

Tim whined and wanted to argue, wanted to take out the paci and say no way in hell,m but his body betrayed him again and he made anther puddle instead.

"Sheesh, You must be backed up like crazy.. Better get you pampered before you paint the walls."

"Wait, did he really cream himself again just from-" Nightwing asked, snickering and glad he'd switched to auto pilot for this.

"NO I didn't!" Tim whined and huffed, squirming in his seat.

"Baby bird, what did I tell you about telling fibs?" Kon warned wagging a finger at the smaller boy.

"...OK maybe I did.. But it's not my fault! you know how hard it is to crank one out at the mansion since Alfred doesn't approve!!" Tim whined and sulked,

"Actually back in my day Alfred just left me tissues and Lotion and a note asking I keep my voice down." Dick chuckled, though he blushed a little as he recalled it.

"That's SO unfair!!" Tim whined and huffed.

"Don't worry about it baby bird. now that you'll be my little guy at least once a week I'll make sure you're never backed up again." Kon teased and kissed Tim's forehead.

"My hero.." Tim huffed. "Just finish the poopie story."

To say the Kent's were a little shocked the next morning when A clearly diapered Tim was lead over, sucking on a paci and dressed to go to work in the field would of been a understatement, but as the human couple that had raised Superman from babyhood to adult, Had been the home of Matrix while she was still adjusting to life on this earth and were now looking after Kon,,they got over the shock rather quickly.

If anything, Kon had called it and Ma Kent dotted on baby Tim right away, though to Kon's disappointment (and maybe Tim's) she turned down the idea of giving Tim a enema for fun.

"Those are just in case the widdle cutie is all backed up!" she scolded Kon, who pouted a little but backed down.

Breakfast was egg's and bacon for the Kent's and Kon, and a bowl of oatmeal for widdle Timmy who (thankfully!) was too big to fit in Kal's old highchair, but they did have a booster seat he was put into and had one of Kal's old bibs tied around his neck.

"You know, after we get the farm work done, we could go into the wood shop and likely make him a high chair." Pa mused.

"W-What?" Tim asked, his spoon dropping into the bland icky oatmeal.

"Oh, get idea pa! Think we could make him a crib too?" Kon asked, grinning ear to ear.

"I don't see why not. Just a shame Most of Clark's old stuffies didn't make it." Pa chuckled.

"heh, I can help with that. I've been making teddy bears for the church to sell so I think I could make our new widdle great grandson one or two. Do you want a teddy bear Timmy?" Ma asked and reached over, using the bib to wipe a spot of oatmeal off of Tim's face.

"I...I..I.." Tim whimpered and squirmed like crazy in the high chair, suddenly thankful that Kon was the only one with hearing good enough to heard what he was doing to the front of his diapers, though Kon just smirked.

"Trust me Ma, he does."

[anderson-residence]

A post about Christmas at the Andersons! Traditions, what Hank and Santa got Cole and Mayson for Christmas, all that fun stuff!

I planned on doing human kid Connor, Carter, Niles and Ava too but then I didn't. We'll see if I manage to do something before Christmas. But considering I planned to make this post on December 1st and here I am on Christmas Eve…

Traditions:

Each boy has an advent calendar that they have for the month. This year Mayson got one with rubber ducks and Cole got a dinosaur one.

On Christmas Eve the family goes around driving looking at all the holiday lights.

Also on Christmas Eve the kids get PJs and something the family can do together. This year the boys got green and white pajamas and the family gift was a few packs of playing cards as all the ones the family had are missing cards. They also got the game of life. A classic board game that they didn't have in their collection.

For wrapping paper for all the gifts, christmas eve and Christmas, Hank likes a mix of all kinds of patterns and colors. His taste in shirts can give you an idea of some of the kinds he buys. But he also buys solid prints too. The gifts from Santa are wrapped in Santa faced papers.

Stockings:

In some houses Santa fills stockings with things like new toothbrushes. But not in the Anderson house. It's all goodies in here. They are wrapped in the same Santa paper as the big gifts under the tree. While the kids do get some candy 'Santa' likes to avoid sugary treats since Cole is diabetic and Mayson is an android.

He tries to keep things even between the kids with slight differences based on their likes. Peeking out of the top of each stocking is a new plush friend.

Mayson's stocking:

A snack-sized bag of pretzels

Two sets of press-on nails one candy cane colored the other pearly

Nail polish (sparkling purple)

A large slinky

A yoyo (with a unicorn on it)

Silly putty (in a pink container)

A large pack of glow sticks

A squishy ball (dark pink)

Another squishy toy (a pink wormy)

A set of handheld spinning wheels (in blue)

A set of soda flavored lip balms

A plush puppy

A few fun-sized Twix milky way, 3 musketeers, and snickers

A pack of Hershey Kisses 

A plastic candy cane filled with mini Reese's cups.

A Santa lollipop

A Christmas tree lollipop 

A pack of Santa shaped kit kats

A candy cane

A few Thirium candy sticks

Cole's Stocking:

A pack of earbuds

A charging cable

A multi charging station (mini sized)

A mini speaker

A large slinky

A yoyo (with a dinosaur on it)

Silly putty (in a blue container)

A large pack of glow sticks

A squishy ball (bright blue)

Another squishy toy (a blue wormy)

A set of handheld spinning wheels

A plush blue dragon

A few fun-sized Twix milky way, 3 musketeers, and snickers

A pack of Hershey Kisses 

A plastic candy cane filled with mini Reese's cups.

A Santa lollipop

A Christmas tree lollipop 

A pack of Santa shaped kit kats

A candy cane

Hard candy sticks

Gifts:

Hank likes to keep the numbers even between the boys' gifts. But the types will vary based on their needs, wants, and interests.

He tries not to spoil his kids but likes to buy gifts for people. Kids on Christmas morning really warm his heart. To help him control himself he not only gets what the boys asked for or would like but also an array of things they need and educational items. Things more than just toys. Creative items, things to do together, books, clothes, blankets, etc. But there's still fun to be had!

Mayson's Gifts:

Includes 'Santa's' gifts and gifts from Hank.

A pink and purple ombre puzzle

A unicorn operation game

A squishmallow unicorn

A new hat and gloves set. Pink unicorn-themed

A book of random facts

A pink canopy for his bed

A glow board

Wireless headphones

A metal spider bot building kit

A new baby doll. One that cries and grows to a 'big girl'

A new mermaid print tutu with a matching bow (he has plenty of tutus but always likes more)

The 'teenage body book' (the android doesn't need it at least not about humans and he got a copy for Cole for Easter but in a twist he didn't see coming was that the kids fought over it. So he got Mayson his own copy. Why are his boys so weird?)

A soft new blanket (pink with unicorns)

A plush purple unicorn

A new outfit(pink unicorn shirt and matching unicorn leggings)

A pair of light-up sneakers with wheels (in pink)

And last but not least the big gift! The thing Mayson asked no begged for. For months!

A mini motorized bike (with safety gear of course. All in pink. Pink is Mayson's favorite color if you haven't noticed)

Cole's Gifts:

Includes 'Santa's' gifts and gifts from Hank.

A new hat and gloves set

An ombre puzzle in blue hues

A squishmallow blue dragon plush

A telescope

Wireless headphones in white

Sloth push in silver

New outfit a long sleeved red and blue shirt and a pair of jeans

A metal spider bot building kit

A sudoku book

A mystery book

A building set

A plush blanket with stars on it

A new blue kickball

A pair of light up shoes with wheels (black shoes with blue lights)

And last but not least the big gift! The thing Cole asked no begged for. For months!

A new bike! A normal bicycle unlike Maysons which is basically a motorcycle.. His bike is black blue and white. And of course he got a new set of safety gear in blue to go with it. Helmet is the big one but also got elbow, knee and wrist braces. Cole needed a new bike he outgrew his old one.

[preferredrealty]

Wrong Place, Wrong Time - A Mob!Shawn Mendes Series.

Part 4 - Business Trips and Bruises

Part 5

Masterlist

Warnings: Blood

As always: Feedback is appreciated 💛🌻

(Y/N) smiled sweetly down at a small boy who was now inhaling the massive banana split she had set on the table, setting a few spare napkins down on the table, knowing they would be needed. 

Walking back into the kitchen she pulled her phone out of her apron as it chimed at the same time the bell of the door rang. Opening her phone quickly she looked at the text with a grin. 

iMessage from Shawn: Table for 3?

Leaning over the stainless steel metal she peek out the hole in the wall seeing Shawn standing with the two guys from the ally that night. Deloris peaked out next to her chuckling. "You're turning this place into a gangster pit-stop." (Y/N) shook her head nudging Deloris with her hip. It had been a week and a day since the night at the beach, when Shawn wasn't texting her, he was here. She would never admit it but seeing Shawn was the highlight of her day lately. "Oh hush." She smiled at Deloris pushing through the swinging door, Shawn's eyes instantly catching hers.

She grabbed her note pad on her way out from behind the counter, walking past them casting a glance at Shawn. "Table for three this way boys." Hearing Shawn chuckle, she stopped at a more private booth leaning against one of the booths. "Hey (Y/N/N), how was your day off yesterday?" He greeted throwing a arm over her shoulders as Brian and Connor nudged their way into the side of the booth she wasn't leaning on. "It was interrupted by a curly haired devil." She teased.

She cringed as Brian took off his sunglasses revealing the healing bruises of two back eyes. She mouthed a 'sorry' to him making him cast a small smile. "Well you've kind of met Brian and this is Connor." Shawn introduced them as he moved to sit in his booth. "Nice to meet you both." She grinned pulling open a new page of her note pad. "What can I get for y'all today?" "I'll take my usual please." Shawn grinned as she rolled her eyes. "I want to try that strawberry milkshake Shawn keeps going on about." Brian said glancing at the menu. "Actually you know what, I'll just take the same as Shawn." He said with a smile. Connor doing the same. 

"Alright I'll have that out with you as soon as possible." (Y/N) smiles walking back the counter, pinning up the order with the rest and starting on the milk shakes.

-

"So she's playing dumb about the whole thing?" Connor said as he played with the salt shaker on the table. "She hasn't brought it up but I know she knows." Shawn sighed glancing up seeing (Y/N) chatting with Deloris as she made the milkshakes. "Well she just mouthed an apology to me, so she knows." Brian muttered as Shawn and Connor laughed. "You got your ass handed to you by a girl." Connor wheezed holding his sides as he laughed. "I'll stab you, I swear some day I will." Brian groaned. Shawn shook his head at his two friends looking back at (Y/N) seeing her walking back with the three milkshakes balancing on a tray. 

"Food won't be long boys." She smiled placing the tray down, passing out the drinks. Shawn patted the seat next to him signalling for her to slide in, glancing around she realised the lunch time rush was over, giving her time to sit. Brian and Connor took a sip of their milkshakes, both groaning at the same time. "This is amazing." Brian said, making (Y/N) smile. 

Seeing Deloris coming out carrying two trays of food (Y/N) rushed to help her, passing out the food she nodded with a smile. "Shawn." She grinned. "Boys." She said to Brian and Connor before walking away. "Well I have work to do, enjoy your food guys." She patted Shawn's arm before following Deloris to the kitchen, mindlessly cleaning. 

"So-" Deloris started making (Y/N) groan. "Is he like, your boyfriend now?" A blush burned across (Y/N)'s face making her hide in her hands. "He's my friend." was all (Y/N) said, grabbing a new batch of cookies walking out to the counter to set them up in the glass casing. She could hear Shawn's laughter from where she stood making her lips quiver into a smile. "You don't smile about friends like that." A mans voice said next to her. 

Greg the chef was stood leaning against the counter sipping a steaming cup of coffee now that he had time for a break. "Oh hush not you too!" (Y/N) giggles swatting at the slightly older man, Greg was attractive, she wasn't going to lie. Attractive in a, could be your friend from schools hot dad. (Y/N) poured herself a cup of coffee, leaning next to him as they chatted. 

She could feel eyes burning into her as she talked to Greg causing her to look at Shawn who quickly looked back at Connor and Brian. "Someone's Jel!" Deloris whispered as she walked past. "I swear! You two are going to drive me insane." (Y/N) groaned drinking more coffee.

-

(Y/N) was waving bye to a customer who came in for takeout as Shawn came up to the counter handing over money for the bill, telling (Y/N) to put the change in the tip jar. "So-" He started sitting on one of the bar stools. "I'm going out of town for a week for..." He paused to find a word making (Y/N) nod while looking at the counter. "Business trip?.." She tried making him nod with a sad smile. "Don't know what I'll do without my fix of Strawberry milkshake for a week." (Y/N) let out a breathy laugh. "I'm sure you'll find somewhere that does a good shake wherever you're going." She blushed as Shawn took her hand playing with the thin rings on her pointer and pinky finger. "I don't think I'll ever find one that compares to yours." The blush from before just darkens as she pulls her hand away, walking around the counter having Shawn pull her into a hug and kissing the top of her head. "I'll see you soon Baby." He smiles, giving her a final squeeze before walking out the door.

- Thursday passed fast, so did Friday and Saturday. Sunday, the diner was closed, she had been texting back and forward with Shawn the entire day but when the clock hit 8pm on Sunday evening the replies stopped. All day Monday she didn't hear a peep. She was spaced out during work, the day passing before she knew it and then Tuesday came. 

She went about her day, shopping, meeting friends. She stopped by the diner to have lunch with Deloris her break, walked along the beach, where Shawn flood her thought to the point where she stopped at a store to buy snacks before heading home to binge watch Disney+

She had just settled into her grey cotton shorts and red 'life guard' hoodie when she heard a thump for her front door. She stood still for a moment, blood rushing to her ears as she eyed her door, another thump then a small voice made her strain even more to hear what it was. 

"(Y/N/N)" She heard a week voice say making her run to the door pulling it open. Shawn lay slumped against the door frame on the floor his legs splayed out in front of him, one hand tucked under his jacket, placed firmly on his ribs, the other lay limp in his lap, bloody and bruised. "Shawn!" (Y/N) cried out dropping to her knees, her hands gently cupped his face looking into his eyes, one partly swollen. "Shawn.." She whispered as he finally focused on her. "Hey baby." He grinned, wincing as the split in his lip bled more, the blood mixing into his teeth making him cringe at the metallic taste. 

(Y/N) looked around the hall of her apartment block, sighing in relief that nobody was there to witness this. "Come on." She huffed out a breath pulling Shawn's heavy lanky body off the floor, into her apartment and closed the door behind her. Setting him down gently on her bed she rushed to grab a damp cloth and the first aid kit she kept encase of an accident under her sink. When she returned Shawn was passed out, his chest rising and falling evenly making her sigh as she began to clean him up. - After getting Shawn cleaned up and a few paper stitches on his lip (Y/N) threw a blanket over him, adjusting the pillow under his head before making her way to the small plush chair she used as a desk chair, pulling it to the side of the bed Shawn was lying in, sitting next to him. "Jesus Christ." She ran her hands over her face before making herself comfortable. Eventually drifting off to sleep.

When she woke again, she was in the bed next to Shawn with his arm laid over her stomach. She looked over at him to see his eyes looking back at her. "Thank you." He whispered, eyes flooding with guilt. "Shawn what ha-" She was cut off by Shawn shaking his head. "Can we just sleep? I'll tell you anything you want to know in the morning." He sighed, pulling her closer. Nodding, (Y/N) shifted so she had her back to Shawn's chest, sleep taking over her as Shawn pressed a kiss to the back of her head.

-

"Thanks Deloris, I owe you one. See you tomorrow." Shawn stirred from his spot in bed, turning over he slowly peeled his eyes open. Feeling the dryness of his throat prompted him to stand from the bed walking out into the living area of (Y/N)'s apartment.

She stood in the centre of the room, pushing her phone back into her hoodie pocket after finishing her conversation with Deloris. Shawn's eyes drifted over her legs, the cotton shorts giving him a nice view. (Y/N) cleared her throat grabbing his attention. "Sorry." He rasped out, following (Y/N) as she nodded towards the kitchen area. 

Shawn gratefully took the glass of water from her as she pulled herself up onto the counter, watching him gulp down the water. He shifted under her sharp stare, feeling like a child about to get yelled at. Walking over to her, he stood between her legs, trying to pull out the puppy dog eyes on her. (Y/N) scoffed and grabbed his chin with one hand. "Doesn't work when your face is beat to shit Shawn!" She pushed him away enough for her to jump down, making her way back to her bedroom. 

Following close behind Shawn leaned on the door frame, watching as she lifted her mattress revealing a storage area under it with some box and clothes folded neatly in it. Pulling out a large chunk of black material she threw it towards him before pulling the sheets off her bed walking towards the laundry room. "Your shirt is covered in blood.." She muttered walking past him. 

Quickly changing into the hoodie she had given him, he cringed at the thought that it might be her ex's hoodie. Walking back into the living room he found her sitting on the couch with her knees pulled to her chest. Sitting at the other side of the couch Shawn sighed. "I'm sorry Baby. I was out of it last night...I don't know why but I just thought it would be safer for me to come see you than go home." (Y/N) chewed on her nails and her mind began to spin. "When I said I'd give you a chance Shawn...I know what I was getting into but I never expected your..lifestyle to come directly to my front door." Shawn nodded looking down at his hands. "I thought I could do it Shawn, thought I would be able to get over it because - well because you're an amazing person to be around but I can't do it Shawn. I'm scared. Scared that being involved with you will get me hurt." 

Shawn felt the air get stuck in his chest as his head turned to look at her, her eyes focused on the floor in front of her, lip stuck between her teeth and tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. "Baby I-" He stopped before nodding. "If that's what you want..I understand." He stood, his arms falling in defeat at his sides. "I'm sorry (Y/N)." He whispered pressing a kiss to the top of her head, rushing to put on his shoes and out her front door. 

It wasn't until (Y/N) heard the echo of foot steps echoing down the metal stairs that a sob broke from her chest, grabbing one of the fluffy cushions stuffing her face into it. 

- Shawn paused once he was outside her apartment building, the door slamming behind him making him flinch. He turned back, his finger hovering over the button to apartment 4C before he shook his head, pulling the black hood up over his bruised face and walking away. 

Unaware of the men parked in a  black jeep across the road keeping a close eye on him, memorising the button he was about to press.

[harryandmolly]

tequila sunrise

A/N: part 3/3! clearly the Senorita video fucked me right up

summary: Shawn and Catalina deal with the aftermath of their night together

warnings: Language, NSFW in a big way holy cow (unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it), my perfect dream switch!Shawn

WC: 6k, truly what on earth

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Catalina’s favorite nights at Plucky’s are the quiet ones. They don’t come around often, but when they do, they’re something special.

Quiet is relative, of course. Plucky’s is usually a madhouse, so when there isn’t a constant line at the bar, and when you can sort of tell the music they’re playing over the din, that’s quiet enough to count in Catalina’s book.

Tonight, though, it’s really, really quiet. They don’t even have the speakers on full blast -- they don’t need to. The thunderstorm has kept most of the newcomers away, and some of the regulars.

Not all of them.

Shawn and company sit sentry at the tables by the door, as always. They’re the first to know if trouble’s on its way in or out. That’s the way Bonnie likes it. Catalina knows she can’t complain, even if she’d rather not see his stupid pretty face again.

He’s stopped staring at her. It took him a lot of effort and another few weeks of recovery time after their last romp, but he’s managing it. It’s not easy, especially on such a quiet night. He can hear her laughing with the girls at the bar, chanting “chug! Chug!” and pouring shots into their mouths.

She doesn’t look like she’s missed him one bit. All he’s done for 26 days is miss her. Yes, he misses her so much he’s counting the days.

He’s hunched over a beer, nursing it slowly. He’ll switch to bourbon soon if he can wrangle one of his buddies into going to grab it for him. He’s too chicken shit to see what she’d do if he walked anywhere near her bar.

He’d rather sit in the corner and imagine it -- he pictures her launching a shot glass at his head or shooting him with the fountain sprayer. Sometimes, when he’s really, truly fucked, he imagines that she’d drag him into a stellar kiss again. He misses kissing her most of all.

A chorus of raucous laughter from the table behind them knocks him from his self-pitying reverie. Connor next to him rolls his eyes. The jokers at the next table arrived about half an hour after they did and they’ve been hitting the drinks hard ever since. It’s not a cardinal offense at Plucky’s, of all places, but it’s a quiet night and these douchelords are being obnoxious.

“... no, not the redhead. Idiot. The dark-haired one with the rack.”

Shawn perks up again and frowns, listening. Connor and the rest of his guys heard it, too. They’ve fallen quiet, listening in.

“... Couple weeks ago. Tightest cunt I’ve ever had. Was fucking begging for me.”

Shawn tenses. He glances over at the man speaking and catches the eye of the moron that grabbed at Catalina’s dress that night. Shawn gives him a withering glance, one that clearly reads ‘knock it off.’ But the problem is, the loser has an audience. He brought his buddies along and they all want to hear about his (totally fictional) conquest of Catalina.

Shawn looks around. His friends are already looking poised to square up. Shawn backs them off, quietly insisting they ignore it. Bonnie begs them to ignore rowdy assholes unless they’re being violent or especially disruptive. These guys may be gross, but they’re not causing problems yet.

But he can’t just turn his ears off. In fact, they grow pinker and pinker as the guy rambles on, getting into details so dirty and vivid Shawn half believes it was real. He chances a glance up at Catalina, watches her flash a proud grin at a girl in a 21st birthday crown as she squeals through a shot of Fireball.

How can he even think to talk about her like that? It’s unfathomable. Talking about anyone in the manner this guy is going on in is disgusting. Shawn shifts uncomfortably, shaking his head.

“And then I threw her up against the bar and--”

“Can you shut the fuck up?” Shawn barks, springing out of his seat. His nostrils flare. His jaw closes in a tight line. His friends look him over, assessing his mood, and stand. This isn’t going to just end quietly.

The loser stands too, followed by his other loser friends. He’s smirking like a jerk. Shawn wants to wipe his face across Catalina’s bar.

“Look, it’s pretty boy,” the idiot mocks, making his buddies laugh, “Are you her little bitch boy? She got you on a leash?”

Shawn rolls his eyes. “I’m doing you a favor, asshole. If she hears you talking about her like that, she’s gonna have you on a fucking leash.”

Shawn’s friends chuckle in agreement and look over at Catalina, who has taken note of the confrontation, keeping an eye on them as she continues pouring drinks to distract her customers. She knows very well if the morons think they have more of an audience, they’ll be harder to shut up.

Shawn turns, ready to sit back down. His shoulders are tense. They have been for weeks, yet again. His body is like a coil, scrunched tighter every day.

It was only a matter of time before the snap.

“Anyway, it was good pussy. For a nasty fuckin’ bartender.”

Snap.

Shawn’s chair clatters when he stands so fast he knocks it over. Before his friends can temper him, he launches himself at the mouthy guy, decking him hard across the jaw. The only reason it didn’t knock him out clean was because one of his friends got an arm around Shawn’s to slow his swing. The damage is done, though -- blood pours from the guy’s mouth. His friends descend, several of them locking themselves around Shawn’s arms so the mouthy guy can get some hits in before Shawn’s friends can drag him off. He gets in a couple good punches, one that splits Shawn’s eyebrow, the rest investing in damage that will result in another black eye to match the one that finally fully faded a week ago.

Connor and Geoff wrestle the guy out the door while a couple other regulars come to aid the cause of kicking out the rest of the drunk losers.

“Fuckin’ idiot couldn’t even hit me unless his friends held my arms down!” Shawn growls after them as they skulk off.

He slumps into a chair, wincing as blood starts trickling into his eye from the slice in his brow. He reaches up to poke at it, but a set of soft fingers wrap around his, pushing them away.

“Don’t touch it,” Catalina murmurs from above him, her voice chilly, her eyes on the first aid bag she’s swinging onto the table. She nods at Brian to move out of her way.

She perches on the seat gingerly, holding some clean napkins up to the wound, dabbing carefully. He hisses, cringing away. She cups his other cheek to hold him steady. His protest stops immediately. The corner of her mouth lifts.

“The fuck is wrong with you? I never see you swing first.”

Shawn swallows and keeps his eyes down as she continues dabbing, swapping out the napkins for gauze with alcohol. Shawn winces again.

“Fuckin’ gross idiots, that’s all,” Shawn mutters.

Catalina nods thoughtfully. “Think one of them was the guy that grabbed at me a few weeks ago, yeah?”

He lifts his eyes to meet hers briefly. “Yeah.”

She smiles a little wider, patting antibiotic cream into the clean wound that she’s decided doesn’t need stitches.

“Don’t have to defend my honor, you know. It’s long gone.”

“Oh, I know,” Shawn murmurs, a chuckle in his voice, “Just doing my feminist duty to not let guys say shit like that about women.”

He looks up at her again. She forgot how big and brown and sweet his eyes can be. This time he keeps his eyes on her as she carefully applies the butterfly bandage, pressing as gently as she can with her fingers.

“Well, aren’t you just Prince Charming,” she murmurs, looking from his lips back up to those puppy brown eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. His eyes fall to his lap.

Catalina takes a deep breath and nods at Brian, who nudges their other friends into making themselves scarce. Shawn and Catalina are alone at the table with the first aid kit.

“For what?” she asks, keeping her voice steady.

“For… making you cry last time.”

Not the answer she was expecting.

She squints at him. “You’re not sorry for leaving before I woke up the first night?”

Shawn looks startled. “I… thought you’d want me to.”

“Why?”

“Because… it was a one night thing,” he stammers, starting to get flustered. His chest heaves under his white tank and patterned suspenders.

She lifts an eyebrow. “Clearly it wasn’t or it wouldn’t have happened again.”

“Yeah… but… I--I mean…”

Catalina looks unimpressed. She stands and turns to walk back to the bar. Words bubble up in Shawn’s throat against his will.

“I didn’t want to stick around long enough for you to kick me out when we woke up,” he blurts, immediately looking mortified.

Catalina turns back. Her disinterest has shifted to concerned confusion.

“Why would I do that?”

Shawn closes his eyes, feeling his ruddy cheeks go pinker. “I don’t know. I just didn’t want to give you the chance. I’ve been kicked out before. It’s not fucking fun.”

Catalina’s lips part. Her eyes unfocus. She’s having a mini epiphany.

From the beginning, she used Shawn like a toy. Their cat and mouse game was only supposed to be fun. She just didn’t want to make it easy for him. The excitement was in the challenge for them both, or so she thought. While she was quietly wondering if his interest would fade after they fucked the first time, he was worrying about the same thing.

He left first to save himself. He left first to see if she’d chase him.

“You wanted me to make the move,” she breathes, sinking back into the seat beside him.

Shawn doesn’t look up. The bar is closing, the last patrons have shuffled out. Bonnie is wiping down counters. Shawn’s friends give him a wave and watch curiously from outside as they climb onto their bikes and drive away.

Shawn lifts his eyes experimentally. She’s still looking off into the distance, putting pieces together in her pretty head. Finally, she looks back at him.

“When was the last time you felt really wanted?”

Shawn goes cold to his bones. He feels translucent -- he swears she can see every scrambled thought in his harried brain, can see the blood pumping double time in his veins. No hiding from her now.

“Uhm… I....” He trails off. He’s not sure that question needed a real answer, anyway.

Her fingers pluck some curls off his forehead, away from his cut. He looks up at her, into warmth and tenderness he’s seen snippets of in the months they’ve known each other. He’s never seen her look like this. She’s never looked so beautiful.

“Lina, I--”

She leans in and kisses him softly. It feels like a kiss from their first night together, like when she sat in his lap and rocked their hips and came, holding his arm around her stomach. He kisses back, tilting his head as she guides him, resting a hand on the outside of her thigh on her leather pants. She murmurs softly into his mouth. The vibration has him squeezing her leg and nibbling sweetly at her lower lip.

Catalina purrs, lifting herself into his lap without disconnecting their needy mouths. As Bonnie keeps her eyes mostly down, mopping up behind the counter, Shawn and Catalina explore in a way they haven’t yet. When Shawn releases a particularly sweet and overwhelmed groan at Catalina’s gentle hair tugging, Bonnie stifles a chuckle and decides the rest of the job can be done before opening tomorrow. She opts to leave out the back, locking up behind her.

Shawn sucks at Catalina’s tongue, sneaking his fingers up under her tank top like he’s never touched her before. It feels naughty. It feels good. It feels even better than before because he knows she wants him.

She wants him.

It feels real, like it’s not just for tonight, or not even just for sex. She might actually want--

“Shawn,” she coos, pulling apart enough from his lips to speak, “Want you to take me back to your place.”

Her fingers slip beneath his suspenders, teasing the skin under the thin shirt beneath. She plucks, letting the elastic snap back. His breathing comes up short.

“Want to show you just how much I want you, baby.”

Shawn huffs a soft breath, nodding eagerly. She plants another kiss on him and stands, tangling their fingers. They stay tangled while Catalina pushes in chairs, turns off lights and fishes her keys from her bag, laughing as Shawn holds his phone flashlight out for her. They lock up.

His bike is waiting for them. He climbs on first, handing her a helmet with a wink. She settles in behind him, this time much more comfortable snuggling up to his broad back in his soft leather jacket. The bike growls to life, stoking the fire in her lower abdomen. Her thighs clench around the machine as Shawn takes off down the street.

She knows why he ended up here all the time with his friends. He lives five minutes away. She raises her eyebrows at the quaint townhouse, not expecting his home to look quite so… domestic. He parks the bike right outside between a Honda and a Volvo and holds his hand out to her to help her off, sliding off his own helmet.

When she’s on her feet, she steps into his body that’s bleeding heat. She cups his cheek and runs her thumb gently along his bruising skin.

“We should get ice on this,” she murmurs. He turns his face, eyes fluttering as he plants a kiss on the inside of her palm.

“Later. Please, baby. It’s been so long. Need you.”

His thoughts are short and simple. She draws both hands up to secure around his neck, easing him down for another head swimmingly full, tender kiss. While her tongue swipes along his lower lip, she slides her hands down, taking hold of the suspenders in both hands, dragging him toward the door.

He stumbles along with her, sifting through his keys, grunting into her mouth as he struggles to find the one for his front door. She peels away from him with a giggle, allowing him to focus. He seizes the right key and thrusts the door open, letting her in first. He trails behind, turning on lights.

The house is small and simple, masculine and a little cold. She sets her purse and jacket down on the counter of his very clean kitchen. She plants her hands on the cool marble countertop and closes her eyes, feeling him edge up behind her with his hands on her hips.

Shawn goes silent. Every thought in his brain is muted, replaced with feeling her. He noses at her hair and slips his fingers up her sides curiously, allowing himself little tastes of her, though he craves more.

“Baby,” Catalina murmurs, her voice warm and steady and feeling like a shot of adrenaline through his body, “Need you to do something for me.”

“Anything,” he pants immediately, almost before she finishes speaking. She smiles, chewing on her lower lip.

She turns in his arms, held between him and the counter. She takes hold of his suspenders again, watching the flush creep up his pretty neck.

“Need you to be good for me tonight. Let me take care of you.”

Shawn’s knees tremble. He leans harder into the counter and releases a choked breath. He nods, keeps nodding until she takes his head in her hands and gives him another perfect kiss.

Her hungry hands glide over her own body, pulling her tank up her pale stomach, separating their mouths only long enough to shed it behind her. Shawn starts to try to help with the buttons on her leather trousers but she plucks his fingers off with a smile against his mouth.

“Not gonna let me touch you, baby?” he whispers, his voice a little closer to a whine than he’d like. She hears it, reveling in it while she wriggles out of her pants herself, kicking them off after her boots and socks.

She replaces Shawn’s hands on her hips, wrapping her arms around him as she leads him toward the stairs.

“Haven’t touched me in weeks,” she points out between kisses, “And you seemed to be doing just fine.”

He groans into her mouth at her teasing. He knows what she wants. He’s not used to having to give it, but he’ll do it. He’ll give it for her.

“I wasn’t,” he pants, leaning into the vulnerability. 

His lips trail off down her jaw, letting her tug him upstairs to his bedroom, “I was fucking-- god, Lina, I’m miserable without you. I need you.”

Catalina wants to bathe in this feeling. She knows how good their first two times were. She relives them more often than she probably should. But this is honest and open and she can feel the way he means his words by the way his heart sprints in his firm chest. This time is going to be even better.

“You know you’re the only one that calls me that?” she whispers when they reach his spartan bedroom. She pushes the suspenders off his shoulders until they fall limp at his sides. She guides him to sit at the end of the bed, standing between his spread knees. His fingers twitch at his sides, wanting to touch.

“What, Lina?” he pants.

“Yeah. Everyone else calls me Cat.”

Shawn looks bewildered, like maybe he never noticed. “I can call you Cat if you want.”

“No,” she says, tilting his head back to rest in her hands, watching his eyes flutter, “I like that it’s just for us.”

Shawn squirms, his wet pink lips parting with the effort of his breath. He wants to touch her. He wants it so bad. The only thing he wants more is for her to give him whatever she wants. He fists his hands into the duvet on either side of him as she lowers herself into his lap.

“Did you think about me the last few weeks?” she hisses, rocking herself into place so she grinds against his hardening cock in his black jeans. He gives it back, using his hands against the mattress to match the rhythm of her perfect hips.

“Of course I did,” he chokes, “Always think about you, Leens.”

“When you’re touching yourself? When you’re alone and it’s dark and quiet and you need a release?”

Shawn’s eyes shut. “Baby, it was always you. Always.”

Catalina is flooded with it. She should get that word tattooed on her somewhere. Maybe somewhere sexy so only he knows it’s there. She gently eases him onto his back, lifting off his hips to pluck at the button of his pants. She notices the suspenders still lying around his hips. Her eyes flash.

“Shawn,” she coos, sliding up his body so their faces are level, “Baby, have you ever been tied up before?”

His glassy eyes clear up in an instant. He squirms again, swallowing hard.

“Fuck, not in… a long time.”

Catalina smirks. “Bet you’re usually the one doing the tying up.”

Shawn chuckles. It’s cocky and sexy and it makes Catalina wetter in her panties.

“Usually,” he replies.

Catalina ducks her head to whisper in his ear, “If you’re really good for me this time, we can try that next time.”

Shawn groans again, but it cuts into a squeak when Catalina drags at his earlobe with her sharp teeth.

She sits back and eyes him, her gaze raking over his long, lean body, still fully clothed, his dick straining beautifully in his jeans. She cups him, giving him a teasing squeeze that makes him flinch and huff a breath.

“Take your clothes off for me,” she commands, firm but affectionate, “Nice and slow.”

Shawn presses himself up on his hands and stands in front of her, reaching for the collar of his tank at the back of his neck. He lifts it slowly, revealing inch after inch of perfect, soft skin, warm brown chest hair and a trail leading into his pants. He tosses the shirt away, licking his lips.

“Mmm, you know exactly how hot you are, don’t you?” Catalina sighs. Shawn lifts an eyebrow.

“I don’t know about that,” he begins, tugging at the button of his jeans, dropping his zipper, “But I know exactly how hot you are for me.”

Catalina laughs, delighted. She leans back on her forearms, propping her feet up on the bed. She spreads her thighs just enough for him to notice she’s doing it, and it’s not just to get more comfortable as she watches him.

Shawn’s eyes fix on the wet spot on her panties. His exhale whistles through his nose. He tucks his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and pushes, slowly again per her request, watching her eyes get heavy lidded and her fingers grip the sheets like his were only moments before.

He drops his jeans around his ankles, kicking them off.

“These too?” he pants, pointing at his navy Calvins. She nods, breathing hard, which makes his dick twitch.

“Those too.”

Again, Shawn pulls at them slowly, his eyes locked on her when his leaking cock springs free to slap up against his lower abdomen. She licks her lips obscenely. A moan gets throttled in his tight throat.

Catalina sits up and beckons to him, spreading her legs so he can stand between her knees. She gathers him in by his hips, eyes roaming his body like she’s never seen it before. She likes what she sees. He can tell by the way she’s going pink all over. It makes him preen, flexing just a little under her touch.

“You’re perfect, every inch of you,” she whispers, her voice muffled against his skin as her lips brush his chest. Her sneaky fingers curve around his hips and sink into the cheeks of his ass, urging him even closer.

Shawn gasps, pushing his hands into his hair, “God, fuck, Lina. Fuck.”

She’s not shy about leaving marks. She bites and licks and sucks like he’s hers to do with what she wants. And, goddamnit, he is. He so is. It’s all he can do to keep his hands to himself. Pulling at his curls helps a little. But when he watches her perfect little tongue swirl around his nipple and suck it between her lips, his hands drop to her hair, hugging her close as he whines.

She releases his reddening, swollen skin from her rosy lips and smirks up at him, squeezing the palms still planted on his ass.

“Ok, baby, time for me to play.”

She slaps her flat palm against his ass lightly to watch his stomach tighten. He grunts, but the corner of his mouth lifts. “Where do you want me?”

“Everywhere,” she purrs dangerously, “But let’s start with right here.”

She enjoys watching the shiver roll down his spine as she pats the bed. He gracefully lowers himself, head on the pillows, blinking down at her. Catalina frees the suspenders from his jeans and crawls up the bed, sitting over his chest as she lifts his willing arms over his head and binds them together, then to the headboard.

She sits back, looking over her work. His bulky arms are pinned up around his ears. His chest is heaving more quickly now as the reality of it hits him. His eyes are glazed. His cheeks are pink and patchy. He looks fucking delicious.

“Gonna sit on my face, honey? Let me taste that perfect pussy again?” he pants.

She hums. “Maybe if you’re lucky.”

“You mean maybe if you’re lucky.”

Her eyes skip from his hard nipples to the clear challenge on his face. She gasps a laugh.

“Oh yeah?”

“I know you remember,” he nearly growls, his voice low and scraping. She can feel it in her clit even though he’s not touching it.

“Bet you’ve been thinking about the way I pressed you up against your bar and made you come on my face. About how I hitched your leg up to keep you spread for me while you dripped on my tongue.”

He’s looking down at her through his lashes, his swollen lips wet and parted. It’s a dare. He’s playing with her just like she’s playing with him. For a second, Catalina feels like the one with the restraints around her wrists. And then she remembers she’s not.

He is.

“You’re a fucking tease, Mendes,” she chuckles, climbing off his stomach to sit beside him.

“Not teasing if I’m lying here totally willing,” he counters, “C’mon, honey. It would be so easy. Just take off those pretty panties and come sit on my face.”

Catalina’s jaw clenches. She looks up at his face. His grin falters.

“Turn over.”

Shawn’s face goes blank. He blinks at her. “What?”

Catalina remains firm, her face serene. “Turn over onto your stomach.”

Shawn opens his mouth as if to ask a question, but he thinks better of it. He fights to roll over with his hands bound, but the suspenders are long enough to allow him to twist until he’s flipped ass up.

“Tell me, baby,” she rasps, straddling his thighs, running her nose along the little curls at the back of his neck, “What would you do for me if I did sit on your face?”

Shawn’s massive shoulder blades come together as he inhales sharply. Catalina busies herself, waiting for his answer, by marking up his back the same way she did his chest. She starts on his shoulders, sweet wet lips tending to him after her teeth nip sharply.

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses, imagining what he’s going to look like when she’s done with him. Probably like he got mauled. How appropriate.

“I’d… fuck, I’d start nice and slow, honey. Miss you on my face so much. I’d take you in, tasting your sweet lips, feeling how warm and wet you are for me.”

Catalina groans encouragingly, sinking her teeth into an already inflamed mark at the top of his spine that makes him wince and grind into the bed.

“I’d let you rock against my face as I kiss you, letting you know I know how fucking lucky I am to have you, baby. Suck on your soft lips, massaging them with my tongue.”

“God, Shawn,” Catalina whines, sliding a flat palm down her stomach as she breathes wet and heavy against his left shoulder blade where a series of little bite marks are starting to purple. She presses her needy fingers against her pussy, soaked through her satin panties. The relief is good, but not enough.

“I know you like it when I flick your clit hard and fast to get you so fucking wet for me. But I’d do that nice and slow too, soft strokes from your entrance to your perfect little button of nerves. Hot and wet and slow until you’re begging for me, pulling my hair to get me to give you what you need.”

Catalina is panting hard, stroking her clit through her panties, hips rolling as she sucks hard at the center of his spine.

“I’d stiffen my tongue, moaning when I feel you dripping on my lips and cheeks. God, you’re so wet. You taste so good, so sweet. I’d want more. I’d slip my hot tongue between your lips and press into your entrance, thrusting in and out of you to feel you go even tighter for me. Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel me fucking you with my tongue?”

He’s onto her. Catalina doesn’t care. She nods eagerly for him to continue, whimpering into his abused skin, her hand moving faster against her wetness.

“You’re so wet we can both hear it. My hot breath is on your clit, my cheeks are wet from your thighs. You’re so close. Your clit is throbbing. You need me there again, don’t you, baby? Need me to play with your pretty clit to get you to come.”

Catalina moans again, the sound choked and soft. She shifts down, rolling her hips hard to meet the heel of her hand. She brushes the tip of her nose over the swell of his ass. With a deep breath, she bites down on his left cheek, grinning at his sharp gasp.

“Fuck! Fuck, Lina!” he cries, rolling his hips, fucking down against the mattress. She doesn’t let up, just follows her teeth with hungry lips and the occasional soothing of her tongue.

“More, Shawn,” she grunts before returning to her task. He shudders, nodding, eyes shut with his cheek on his pillow.

“Wanna hear you come for me. Wanna feel it all over me when you let go. I flatten my tongue against you, I know you need something to grind against to come hard. C’mon, baby. Give it to me. Fucking come on my face.”

Catalina’s shoulders pull, her back arching as she feels the hook. It drags her under, has her moaning and chanting his name into the firm flesh of his ass. Her hips buck wildly for several seconds. Shawn lives for each and every one, praising her as she drives through it, soothing her when she comes down.

When she does come down, lifting her head from his backside to see him smiling down at her, looking totally content even though she knows he’s beyond hard still, she hums, pressing a chaste kiss over the violet mark she left on his perfect ass.

“That’s gonna be a good one,” she giggles, tracing it with her fingertip. He shudders again, his eyelids fluttering.

Catalina peels herself away. She stands on shaky knees, shedding her soaked panties and her lace bra, dropping them on his floor while he watches.

“There’s no one on earth as beautiful as you,” he whispers, gazing at her almost hopelessly. She perches beside him, rubbing his back.

“I think you could give me a run for my money,” she replies, the corner of her mouth lifting. Shawn smiles, closing his eyes again.

“Can you turn back over for me, sweetheart?”

Shawn grunts as he flips himself back over. He has pillow marks on his cheek and his cock is harder, pinker, prettier than she’s ever seen one. She climbs over his thighs again, reaching between her legs to gather some wetness on her fingers. Shawn watches with bated breath until her fingers lift to his lips in offering. He accepts them with a grateful moan, sucking them into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue. Catalina smiles, using her other hand to stroke his cock, deciding he’s certainly earned some relief.

He’s the picture of sinful indulgence, lifting his hips to meet her strokes while he sucks needily on her fingers like they’re giving him life. He doesn’t want to let them go when she starts to pull them away. He nips at them teasingly, smirking at the reproachful look she gives him.

Catalina scoots her knees up, lifting to position the head of his throbbing cock at her entrance. Shawn watches, his chest quaking with his ragged breaths, waiting for it, for the perfect feeling he knows he could never get anywhere else. He’d wait forever for her.

“Please,” he urges, his head lolling back, “Lina.”

Catalina inhales, smiles shakily, and sinks down, taking him to the hilt.

Shawn hasn’t gotten so close to blowing his load too early since he was a fucking teenager. How is it better every time with her? How does she keep feeling better? He thought it was perfect the first time. Now, as he looks up at her, knowing she wants him, knowing she likes him, knowing he’s falling in love with her, he knows what perfect is.

She eases in, rolling her hips smoothly with a flick upward that has him shifting in and out of her as she rests in his lap.

“That’s… oh god, shit, Lina…”

She nods in agreement, breathless, thoughtless, with no goal other than to make him feel good. By the look on his face, she’s succeeding.

She shifts her weight into her hands on either side of his head, rocking down harder and a little faster. The noise is obscene. With every stroke up, she gasps a breath, reveling in the warm burn of the stretch. No one’s ever been so perfectly deep in her. No one’s ever felt so good. She knows it’s not just the sex -- it hasn’t been from the beginning. It’s him.

Shawn slides his feet up the bed to give him purchase to meet her hips. Their wet skin slaps and it’s the only thing louder than their synchronized breath. They’re staring at each other, memorizing, desperate to hold onto the feeling of such tantalizing closeness.

Catalina shifts, the angle of her hips meeting his allowing him to stroke her g-spot with every perfect roll. She snaps her eyes shut and gasps, slowing their rhythm, wringing out this feeling for all it’s worth.

“You getting lost down there?”

His voice is sharp and bright, poking through Catalina’s hazy cloud. She opens her eyes to see him grinning at her, a line of perfect white teeth sparkling, his eyes teasingly taunting.

“Wh--”

Before she can release any coherent thought, Shawn wriggles his hand, slipping from the bind of the suspender and freeing the other. Catalina’s mouth drops open. She wrinkles her brow and opens her mouth to protest, but Shawn wraps his arms around her and rolls them so she’s on her back, still gaping.

“You’re cute when you’re surprised,” Shawn hums, shifting onto his knees to pulse his cock even deeper.

“Shawn!” she croaks, spreading her legs wider to accommodate him as he takes over.

He’s not as controlled or subtle as Catalina was. He pounds in and out hard, restless, reckless as he chases after her orgasm. He’s single-minded, lifting her legs around his hips, using his grip on her for even more leverage. He’s holding her off the bed, watching her fall apart.

“Can’t hold on,” she squeaks, shaking her pretty head.

Shawn nods eagerly. “I know, princess. Time to let go. Fucking come, baby. Show me.”

Catalina’s eyes roll back. Her pussy pulses, fluttering around him, a warning before she falls. The squeeze of her around him, the way she screams as she bites down on his jaw, he swears it’s the most satisfied he’s ever felt. He fucks her through it, managing to hold himself off until she’s limp in his arms, blinking up at him lazily.

“Do something for me?” she whispers, but it’s a plea, not the start of a command.

Shawn nods, panting in her face.

“Kiss me when you come.”

Shawn’s face scrunches. His whole body aches with pleasure that makes his blood simmer. He reaches for her hand, linking their fingers. He looks at them, watches them intertwine when his rhythm fails. He looks back at her and sees her watching him. It’s all he needs to give in.

He drops his lips to hers, lets her drink in his rasping moans as he comes hard, his entire body spasming. She fists her free hand into his hair, steadying him against her, reminding him she’s close, as if he could forget. She takes him so well, rocking her hips to ease him from his peak, pressing kisses all over his face to let him breathe. He doesn’t want to breathe, he just wants her. He searches out her lips again, collapsing against her willing body, sighing into her mouth.

When at last he can stand the idea of releasing her lips, he shifts back, disconnecting their protesting bodies, cupping her face in his hand, the other still laced with hers.

They don’t speak again before they fall asleep. When he wakes up, she’s still there, twisting one of his curls around her finger, taking stock of the marks she left on him the night before. Neither of them even thinks about getting out of bed for hours.

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WOO that was a marathon and a sprint all in one. thanks for hanging on this crazy weekend, guys ✌🏻 if you feel so inclined, the link to buy me a Ko-fi is on my main page!

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[julianekurzmann]

The Land of Stories birthday party

I thought about NOT making a birthday-party this year because of Corona… - but Elias knows EXACTLY how to deal with me… he made puppy dog eyes and said “but I wanted land of stories this year”… - well… - what can you say to that… ok… 😉 But we kept it low with only the closest friends, who he meets in school anyway. We did a scavenger hunt, where the kids had to find the items of the wishing spell - they get a necklace out of them to take home with them.

I´d like to share it, if somebody needs some ideas - with a lot of photos:

Invitation:

I got the blank cover from The Land of Stories Party Kit.

Decoration:

As decoration for our partyroom (garage) I printed the quotes from TLOS tumblr - and added a translation for the kids.

Also I made a banner with the book-covers.  

and that one:

Yes, I (no, autocorrect ;-) !!!) made a mistake here and tried to hide it... ;-)

Buffet: Fairytale based

Careful: poisoned!

Tangerina´s bees

Kiss before eating!

Red Riding Hoods wine

Red Riding Hoods cake

Jack´s beans

Bookworms

My dwarf-plates <3

Scavenger hunt:

While they were eating cake, I (as the fairy godmother) told them the story how Alex & Conner fell into the fairytale book. And that they have to get 8 items from different kingdoms, to get back home again.

They were paired in teams of each one Alex and one Connor. I gave them a map and the first hint (each team another one) - and off they went.

Glass that housed a lonely soul, up til midnight’s final toll:

The glas shoe had to be on a stair of course!

A saber from the deepest sea, meant for a groom’s morality.

There´s water in there :D

I send my husband to the playground in our street - the mermaid bay was in the sandpit.

The bark of a basket held in fright while running from a bark with bite.

A stony crown that’s made to share, found deep within a savage lair.

There´s a little creek with a bridge behind our house. I told them to beware of the brigde troll! But thankfully he didn´t appear!

A needle that pierced the lovely skin, of a princess with beauty found within.

Coincidentally I saw this old spinning wheel a few weeks before the party in my sisters house and asked her if I could borrow it!

A wavy lock of golden rope that once was freedom’s only hope.

Glittering jewels whose value increased, after preserving the false deceased.

Snow-white and the 7 dwarfs are guarding my books!

Teardrops of a maiden fairy, feeling neither magical nor merry.

My husband hid the fairy kingdom in the bushes of the playground.

When they had all the items, they still needed the fairy teardrops - they only got an empty vial. Of course fairy tears glitter!

And then I gave them beads and had them made a neckless out of all items.

Everyone who finished got an bookhugger-badge.

Yes, ok… I needed one too ;-) - but somebody HAD to test it! ;-)

[too-attached-to-fiction]

Ice Cream Breaks

Masterlist here.

Word Count: ~1000

Warnings: Little bit of swearing? Connor is a little shit

Requested by @all-hail-the-mad-queen

Request: From the prompt list 2 with a bit of 11 for Connor from dbh maybe?

#2: It’s nearly midnight, what on earth are you doing?

#11: Stop getting injured! 

Prompt list here. 

Quick A/N: two days ago dbh became a year old! I can’t believe it’s still so young but I love it to pieces!

~~~

You stared at your computer, the lines of code swimming in front of your eyes. It hadn’t been written since you tried running it and found it littered with constant bugs. You hadn’t tried talking to your rubber duck yet, but Connor was charging, and you didn’t want to disturb his rest. He was on call 16 hours a day, and even androids needed time to recharge.

Normally, you worked in the day, but this assignment was due in a week and you’d barely started. So, you opted for all-nighters.

This meant you barely saw Connor, and when you did, both of you were on opposite sleep schedules. He’d argued plenty about this, but you insisted it was only temporary for the job. He’d rolled his eyes (though you didn’t know where he got that from) but stayed quiet, knowing that you were too stubborn to convince otherwise.

Rubbing your eyes, you turned your chair away from the screen. You needed a break. What time was it, anyways?

You glanced at the clock to see that it was a quarter to midnight. Tonight you’d work until sunrise, whenever that was. But first, ice cream.

You flicked the lights on in the kitchen, stumbling to the fridge. The ice cream carton somehow landed on the counter with a satisfying thump.

“Bowl.” You said out loud, already losing your mind to sleep deprivation. You pulled it out from the cabinet.

Somehow, on your way back to the ice cream, you tripped over your own feet, falling face first to the ground. Mid-fall, you managed to twist yourself around, hugging the bowl tightly to your chest. Still, it fell out of your grip and crashed onto the tile floor, the ceramic breaking into pieces.

“Fuck!” You swore loudly, the pieces slicing into your skin as your butt landed on the floor.

At this point, you were surprised there was still a ceramic anything in your apartment. Generally, you were speedy and accurate with computers, but when it came to coordination outside of that, you had the stability of an 8 year old. Meaning, you weren’t sure what to do with your limbs, even though they had been fully grown for more than a few years.

Connor rounded the corner, staring at you. His LED blinked yellow as he recalibrated what exactly had happened to you, and when he was finished, he looked at you quizzically.

“(Y/N), it’s nearly midnight. What on earth are you doing?” He asked, bending down to pick you up bridal style. Carefully, he sat you on the counter before sweeping up the remains of the bowl.

“I wanted ice cream.” You pouted. The adrenaline wore off and pain set in, shooting through your nervous system. “Uh, Connor, can you pass me the first aid kit?”

When the two of you first moved in together, Connor insisted on having a first aid kit in every room. “It’s a precautionary measure, only because you injure yourself accidentally in ways I don’t understand.” He’d explained. You’d only laughed then, but they were useful, considering you fell quite often.

He also had a tendency to carry bandaids on him constantly, which only mildly irritated you.

“You need to stop getting injured.” Connor said, grabbing the bandages. “You’re lucky I refill these kits once a month.”

You smiled, biting your lip as he applied a sanitizing wipe to the cuts. Carefully, he placed the bandages on them, kissing each one as he finished. Eventually, he made his way up to your lips. You accepted the kiss greedily - it had been too long since you had had anything more than quick pecks as one of you rushed off to work.

“I’m lucky I have you to take care of me.” You murmured in between kisses, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck.

A minute or so later, he stepped away, getting another bowl. In a few seconds, he handed a full bowl of ice cream to you and turned to put the carton away.

“How’s the assignment going?” He asked as you practically shoveled ice cream into your mouth. You groaned, knowing that you had to have wasted the last 20 minutes all because of the thing you were currently eating.

“This was supposed to be a break before I went back to work.” You explained, and the android smirked at you, knowing full well that he had elongated the break.

“What do you think about taking off the rest of the night?” He suggested, and you glared at him over your bowl. He knew you were behind, that you really needed to work. Still, it had been a while since the two of you had slept in the same bed at the same time.

His smirk wasn’t innocent, as always. While Connor generally let you have control over things, he understood the effect he had on you. To be fair, it was impossible to say no to the android. He was like a puppy that needed constant attention.

“Oh, fuck you.” You complained, leaping off the counter and putting the now empty bowl in the sink.

“(Y/N)...”

Jesus, he knew how to make you give in. You simultaneously loved and hated him for it.

“If you want me around, then just charge in the living room.” You brushed past him, headed back to your little corner to work. He followed you, settling on the couch as you sat in your desk chair.

“You’re infuriating, you know that?” You grumbled after he’d sent you a longing glance for the third time in the past minute. He merely smiled innocently at you as you glared daggers at him.

Only three lines of code were painstakingly corrected until you gave up, glaring at Connor once more as you saved the file and stood up. His smile grew bigger as you made your way over to him grumpily, dragging your feet for dramatics.

“Fine, you win.” You rolled your eyes, gently pushing him over on the couch so you could lie down too.

Work could wait until the morning.

[rockcandey]

all the asks jared. do all of the asks (or pick ur faves, whichever u want ;3c)

DSHJFGSUHG you got it boss

1. do you have a crush on anyone?

uhhh kinda ? maybe ? nothing serious fr anyone rn 

2. what’s your favorite candy?

ohhhh sour patch watermelons... or kit kats...

3. favorite love song?

good old fashioned lover boy by queen !!

4. what was your first kiss like?

sweet, pretty casual. me and my friend were walking in the woods and i asked her to kiss me bc i wanted my first kiss to b over with. i dont regret it !

5. what was your last kiss like?

uhhh i think it was me kissing oliver. if it was then it was v casual and friendly. bro activities...

6. sexual/romantic orientation?

im technically bisexual but prefer to identify as gay : ) 

7. do you prefer poems or love letters?

ohhh.... as someone who has written and received both hmmm. i think poems ?? but there is something rly special abt getting a love letter in the mail. 

8. favorite fanfic trope?

v general but luv some good ol fashioned hurt/comfort. also mutual pining (especially in the way that both characters know attraction is returned but just havent made the first move so theres lots of tension and v charged Looks and Touching)

9. have you ever been in love?

yes !!! many times !!!

10. favorite milkshake flavor?

theres this one like. hazelnut chocolate shake from red robin that is *chefs kiss*

11. dinner dates or brunch dates?

brunch !!

12. favorite flowers?

honeysuckles !!

13. favorite perfume/cologne?

idk !! nothing too strong. i have a lavender perfume i think is nice 

14. favorite candle scent?

whatever my friend bunny usually has lit in her room sdjhfsdifh. v earthy and cozy vibes.

15. what’s your ideal first date?

something fun and chill !! doesnt have to b anything big, i like just walking around and talking to someone. maybe end with some kisses ; 00

16. favorite love story?

read Having A Coke With You by Frank OHara about his lover Vincent Warren bc THAT. that is love.... also freddie mercury and jim hutton make me ache...

17. what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?

ohhh idk.. just something that theyre v comfortable and confident in. like i will think someones hot in their pajamas if theyre obviously feeling good abt themself in them you know ?? 

18. chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?

ohhhh red velvet,..... chocolate is a close second. 

19. snow, rain, or sun?

sun !! or rain : )

20. sweetest romantic memory?

oh god uhh every moment with connor ?? connor was extremely romantic. i also went on a date with a boy and as we were walking down the street we just like. very naturally ended up kissing and he was cupping my cheek and was like ‘ive been waiting all day to do that’ it was VERY sweet. 

21. favorite dating sim (and favorite character)?

dsjhfsg,dhfgsdh its like. very furbait but i genuinely had a lot of fun playing lovers of aether !! the art is so cute and its v funny and clever and i love wrastor and orcane they were rly fun !

22. fictional crushes?

 uhhh hawkeye (aja comic version).... daphne from oceans 8... poe dameron.... baze malbus.... magnus burnsides..... im sure theres more im very gay.

23. what’s your dream wedding like?

oh jeez idk dude. simple n pretty and intimate ?? id probably be fine getting married in a courthouse if i was rly happy with someone but i wldnt mind a nice small thing with friends. 

24. what makes you blush?

EVERYTHING. i blush v easy. catching attractive ppl looking at me definitely makes me blush. also just like. rly sincere compliments from someone i like.

25. do you believe in love at first sight?

i believe u can look at someone and know u want to / will love them. 

26. do you believe in soulmates?

yes ! i believe there are many types of soulmates too. 

27. denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets?

ohhhh... bomber... or leather

28. what’s your sign?

sagittarius !

29. are you single?

yes !

30. do you prefer to charm, or be charmed?

i want someone to WOO ME dammit. but i do like flirting with ppl. 

31. guitar or piano?

guitar !

32. favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)?

uhh the only on i can think of is To All The Boys Ive Loved Before 

33. do you fall in love easily?

yess i think so.

34. valentine’s decorations: yay or nay?

yay ! its cute : ) 

35. would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal?

ive imagined it both ways !! 

36. cloud gazing or star gazing?

stars !!

37. do you like to dance?

yeah !

38. what’s your OTP?

uhhhh mick rory & leonard snart from the cw shows ?? i dont think about otps alot idk. 

39. kittens or puppies?

ohhh.... kittens....

40. coffee, hot chocolate, or tea?

coffee !

41. favorite soda?

i dont drink a lot of soda but i like root beer ! and cheerwine 

42. do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa?

oh i luv a good window gazing 

43. favorite ABBA song?

mamma mia. 

44. fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice)

45. favorite pajamas?

i sleep in just boxers jdsdfdh,j

46. favorite liquor?

jack daniels. im a trashy hick. 

47. do you think about love a lot?

yeah !

48. a walk in the park or a walk on the beach?

beach !!!

49. hand kisses or nose kisses?

hand !! they are so intimate....

50. what’s your dreamhouse?

cozy. not too big. lots of natural light. just v comfortable and loving. somewhere i enjoy being.