First Kiss - Blog Posts

hi-hello !!! *giggles and shuffles his feet*

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63704023

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63704023

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63704023

i came back (finally) and decided to write about the first kiss between jean and jeremy.

just thinking abt OPLA!Usopp during your guys first kiss.

you guys hadn’t planned to kiss or anything, but he had a feeling in his stomach. he’d try to act all confident and like he isn’t totally isn’t freaking out inside, when he definitely is. you can obviously tell by the way he smiles hesitantly and tries his hardest to hide the sweat on his forehead.

but in the end he was right. it was happening right now, in his room.

it’s cute to you how nervous he was nonetheless, you smile lightly at him as he gently cupped your cheek in his hand before you both start to lean in before your lips finally meet. it felt like heaven, and neither of you could get enough of it. it was slow and passionate before you had to pull away (much to your dismay) for air before he pulls you back, the kiss getting more heated.

he pulls you closer to him, your chests squished against the others before you pull away to lock the door and take his hand to lead him to his bed.

masterlist

★𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word count:1015

Proofread:yup

WARNINGS: insecure reader,kissing,kinda angst and fluff

A/N: this took embarrassingly long to finish😭

𖦹 𖦹

"Okay so the next question is 'who was your first kiss' and what's the story behind it" Nick shouted over Chris and Matt trying to explain why fairies are and aren't real to each other.Everyone in the car immediately had their own separate reaction to this question.

Nick was smiling ear to ear, most likely because of the embarrassment that came with answering the question.matts head was down with a cringed face.me and Chris both looked at each other knowingly before my cheeks flushed and he looked away.

Once everyone had their stories in their heads we looked around for who should go first. "y/n i think you should go first" chris said with a cocky smile.

5 years ago

"ok so what do you wanna watch?" chris said as he sat down next to me on the bed.a good amount of distance between us for friends so it's too bad i wanted to be more than that.i played the lack of romance off by just ignoring it,refusing to look over at his side profile while he flicked through an assortment of movies.

"no clue, what are my options?" I asked while staring at the tv.

“Uhm maze runner ‘Nah’ nightmare before Christmas ‘ehh’ hairspray ‘YES OMG YES’ ”was how the interaction went before he clicked on the movie I wanted.

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

While watching the movie we had gradually moved closer together.not on top of each other but definitely closer than before.now I was slouched down slightly with our shoulders touching, nothing crazy i know but I’ll take what I can get.

Once we got about an hour into the movie I began to zone out.letting myself to wander in my own thoughts.watching the romance movie only made these thoughts worse. “Jesus” I muttered under my breath.

“What, what’s wrong?”he asked, looking down at me.

“It’s nothing, just movies like this always make me sad.” I replied truthfully.I knew what I was about to say but I was ok with it.he was one of the few people I didn’t mind sharing these thoughts with.

“Why?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face.just one word for him but years of insecurities,self hatred and yearn for love for me.

“Cause I know I’ll never have anything like that, nobody will ever love me like that, ya know”I answered hesitantly while still staring at the tv.I had now sat up a little from the previous position I was in.being at the same level as him made me nervous especially since the topic of conversation but I had to,my back was killing me.

“Why do you think that?”Chris said with a slight laugh,as if he couldn’t believe I thought like that.now although the thought he was shook I found myself unloveable was comforting,I knew he was only being nice.

I looked at him for a second before saying what I had been thinking my whole life. “Dude I’m like the ugliest girl at school.” I answered honestly. “I mean it’s whatever, I know everyone thinks that.”I continued with a shrug at the end of my sentence.it felt weird talking about this but also for some reason, reliving.

The look he gave me after I said that wasn’t one I could describe or replicate.he looked shocked and confused at the same time almost. “I don’t think that…”he mumbled.if I hadn’t tuned out the movie long ago I wouldn’t have even heard him to be honest

“What” was all I could say.had i misheard him?I must've, right?

"I don't think you're the ugliest girl in the school, you're...you're beautiful ''he said, making me feel like I was in a scene from a movie.although i wanted to keep up my nonchalant act of not caring about what others thought,i simply couldn't.

i was shocked he had said this.my lips were slightly parted due to me knowing i wanted to say something but not really knowing what to say.i mean how does one respond to that.his eyes flicked down to my lips before the one thing i never thought would happen, happened

Before I could realize what he was about to do, the boy in front of me who I had been crushing on for like forever grabbed my jaw and connected our lips passionately.I was shocked at first but slowly melted into the kiss I had been longing to have for most of my life.

our mouths moved in sync while both of our eyes were closed.it felt like we were the only two people on the planet.once we pulled away i took a moment to look at the boy in front of me.his disheveled hair,piercing blue eyes, pinkish lips, he was perfect.i then said words i don't think i will ever forget saying. "i-i think your beautiful too"

my face heated up as i finished the story. "You guys are too cute, it makes me wanna throw up."Nick said jokingly. Normally I would respond with something snarky but if I opened my mouth i think I would burst out laughing out of embarrassment and nervousness.chris's head was just down, most likely with the same expression as me.

"We were so corny" he said, laughing as he picked his head up.although i thought the moment was really cute,it was pretty cringe when i think back on it.

"We were like 15,"I said in my own defense.

"yea and you wouldn't even get with me till like 2 years later!" my boyfriend responded.

"ok ok next story"i started with a huge smile on my face still.

A gift for @thespicypapaya, a commission for me done by @blackmonitor of a scene I chose from papaya’s fanfic; Enjoy! https://archiveofourown.org/works/43339410

What I freaking live for!

mwah mwah mwah

Part 1: link

Now that I remember, someone held the face first. Same feeling, different perspective.

Maybe this was going for something else, but I don't know whether to continue (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)?

Tell me

I am just curious, since i already had my first kiss and thankfully it was with someone i really love and he takes good care of me and i don’t regret it. I just want to know your first good kiss experience, i like hearing those stories.

Alright, class, remember ☝️. This ⬇️ is how we found love nowadays 😌😏

P.S: and also how escape from a robbery 🤣

Collab between me and the amazing and super talented @lovinodrawz !

She did sketch/line and I did line cleanup and colours :3

Idea is based on a small Aurelothy roleplay I had with my friend about their first kiss. Long story short:

Aurelia makes Timothy (her servant) go to a fancy party as her +1 to keep her company and keep off the lewd golddiggers by pretending to be her partner. As the conversations continue, some of the folks don't seem to be 100% convinced that they are actually a couple and of course Aurelia is having none of that. So she grabs him by the shirt and pulls him into a sudden deep kiss. Of course when she pulls away, Tim ends up with the shock of a lifetime and Lia just exclaims "Convinced now?" to the rest of the group with a very cocky smile 😏

Thank you so much again for helping me out Lovino! You are great!

i wish you luck with your writing and everything! here’s my own little first kiss story, i hope it suffices

we’d been dating for three days (i wanted to wait longer before kissing but oops), it was a sunday, and i was at his house for the day. we were in his bedroom with the door closed and the lights off and were watching some movies tho i was more distracted by the snuggling and how pretty he was. throughout the hours anytime i looked at him i swear he seemed like he wanted to kiss me, and at some points we were close to doing so but i got flustered and looked back at the tv. well eventually i was snuggled up against his chest and then he tilted my head up a little and kissed me. it was soft, but short as his mom came in to say something about lunch being ready (of course when she came in i blushed and moved away from him). then when she left he kissed me again and it was longer and perhaps even sweeter

also! the second guy i ever kissed, we went to a park near the baseball field (the whole team saw us walk over there though we went into the caged basketball court and our friends on the team teased us relentlessly afterwards), and for like an hour we just talked and whatnot. at some point we sat down on the court and were leaning against the fence. i was a little bored and wanted to fidget so i did two things: move a zipper on his backpack back and forth, and poke him (i made sure he was okay with it, dw). he didn’t have any reactions to it until he randomly said “if you do that again i’ll have to kiss you.” so i dared to poke him again, a few times just to be sure. and then he leaned forward and tilted his head a bit, as did i, and so we kissed

Not to out my self here but i am 19 and never been kissed this is fine but I am writing a book. There is aspects of romance in the book and I am asking any and everyone to give me your first kiss stories. Awkward beautiful idc give me anything and everything. Or don’t thanks!

Anne and Cathy’s first kiss

Anna and Cathy’s first kiss happened on a rainy Saturday, while the rest of the queens were asleep. It was one in the morning, and Cathy was awake writing. Like always. 

Anne had stumbled into the kitchen to grab a cup of water, when she noticed the other queen, tapping away on her laptop. Cathy had been too engrossed in her writing to notice Anne, and too engrossed still when she didn’t react to the water being turned on and Anne filling up her cup.  

“Shit,” Anne muttered. The glass she had been holding was spilling over and getting on her hands. Pouring out a bit of the water and grabbing a towel to dry her hands, Cathy’s eyes finally glanced up.

“Anne?”

Anne blushed slightly. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to distract you.”

If only Anne knew how often Cathy got distracted by her smile.

“N- No it’s fine, I was nearly done anyway,” Cathy said, attempting a reassuring smile, but it came out more like a grimace. 

Anne, picking up the glass, made her way to Cathy. She sat down on the seat next to her, looking at the other girl’s face illuminated by the light of the computer. 

“What are you working on?” Anne asked.

“Uh, nothing much,” Cathy said, repositioning herself on the chair. “You can read it if you want. But you don’t have to, I mean no pressure or anything. It’s probably stupid anyway.” Cathy stared at her hands. She hadn’t meant for it to all rush out like that. Damn, she hoped Anne didn’t think she was being pushy.

“No, I’d love to read it. I’m sure it’s great,” Anne smiled, taking the laptop and propping it against her knees.

Cathy watched the other girl’s eyes move from one line to the next. Anne was smiling softly, and when she neared the bottom of the page, she reached out and held Cathy’s hand.

“It’s really good,” Anne said enthusiastically, with a twinkle in her eyes when she’d finished.

Cathy dipped her head, smiling at the praise.

She took the laptop and placed it on the table in front of her. She looked back at Anne, who was fidgeting with the hem of her pajama shirt.

“Can I kiss you?” Anne asked suddenly.

“What?” Cathy said, despite hearing Anne perfectly well. 

“Can I kiss you?’ Anne repeated, looking at Cathy’s lips and then her brown eyes.

Anne’s mind was going in spirals. I shouldn’t have said that. What if she doesn’t like me? What if she says no? What if I’ve ruined everything? 

“Yes,” Cathy's soft voice cut through Anne’s thoughts.  Anne’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Of course you can kiss me.”

Anne hesitantly put a hand on Cathy’s cheek, playing with the curls by her ear. She moved her head closer, just barely connecting their lips. 

Cathy felt the tickle of breath against the top of her lip, Anne’s soft lips brushing gently against Cathy’s. She couldn’t wait any longer. She wouldn’t wait any longer.

In a burst of newfound bravery, Cathy pushed her lips closer to Anne, taking the other girl’s face in between her hands.

Anne opened her eyes momentarily, shocked by Cathy. She smiled into the kiss, moving her hands onto Cathy’s waist.

The two eventually broke apart, smiling giddily. They ended up sharing kisses all the way into the morning, when they were found by Kat they were cuddled together in each other's arms and fast asleep.

one of my favourite merthur tropes in fanfics is when Arthur and Merlin finally kiss and Arthur gets really bossy.

even better if Merlin pulls back, calls him bossy, then grins affectionately and kisses him and actually follows orders for once

Rosekiller first kiss

Halloween party 1975, fourth year:

Barty: *dressed as a dementor for Halloween*

Evan: *spills a drink*

Barty: for your crime of spilling that drink it sentence you with the dementors kiss *tries to kiss Evan*

Evan: *leans out of the way* why it wasn’t even your drink

Barty: doesn’t make it not illegal

Evan: spilling a drink isn’t illegal Barty

Barty then proceeds to spend the rest of the night trying to kiss Even and at the end of the night when it was just them Evan jumped of a hiding place and surprise attacked Barty with a kiss

Then Barty has a crisis because he was joking about kissing Evan all night but he really enjoyed that and wants to do it again

And Evan has a crisis because he thought Barty wanted to kiss him because he kept trying all night but when he did it Barty looked really confused and slightly weird out and he’s scared he ruined there friendship

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Loki/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Loki & Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes & Loki, (they have equal part in fic)

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Fluff, Pining, Funny, Humor, Weddings, hired date, Fake/Pretend Relationship, (everyone think they are together), Stucky – Freeform, FrostIron – Freeform, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Awkward Conversations, First Kiss, Love Since Forever, Love Confessions, accidental confessions, (Almost), Idiots in Love, The Author Regrets Nothing, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author is Duracell Bunny, Not Beta Read, i am my own beta

Series: Part 10 of HOOPLA prompts (polskie)

Summary:

Rozdział 1:

Bucky dostaje zaproszenie na ślub swojego byłego.

Nie chce iść tam sam, ale jest singlem.

Po krótkiej kłótni, Steve zgadza się z nim iść jako jego "randka".

-Steve? -Co? -Steve… pójdziesz tam ze mną? -Co?! Nie!

Rozdział 2:

Loki i Tony rozmawiają o Steve'm i Bucky'm.

Ale głównie o Bucky'm.

No bo kto zaprasza byłego na swój ślub?

-Pewien ptaszek mi wyśpiewał, że James od czasu naszego “zerwania” z nikim się nie umawiał i mieszkał ze Steven’em… -Więc nie będzie miał z kim przyjść… -I zaprosi Steven’a. Bingo. -Ty… geniuszu zbrodni.

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Loki/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Loki & Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes & Loki, (they have equal part in fic)

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Fluff, Pining, Funny, Humor, Weddings, hired date, Fake/Pretend Relationship, (everyone think they are together), Stucky - Freeform, FrostIron - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Awkward Conversations, First Kiss, Love Since Forever, Love Confessions, accidental confessions, (Almost), Idiots in Love, The Author Regrets Nothing, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author is Duracell Bunny, Betaed

Series: Part 10 of HOOPLA! prompts (English)

Summary:

Chapter 1:

Bucky gets invitation to his ex's wedding.

He doesn't want to go alone, but he is single.

After a small quarrel, Steve agrees to go with him as his "date." 

"Steve?" "What?" "Steve… will you go to the wedding with me?" "What?! No!"

Chapter 2:

Loki and Tony talk about Steve and Bucky.

But mostly about Bucky.

Because who invite an ex to your own wedding?

"A little bird told me, that James had not dated anyone since our "breakup" and he lives with Steven…" "So, he won't have anyone to come with…" "And he'll invite Steven. Bingo." "You… criminal genius."

Hiii! I'd like to request a Colby imagine, where the reader goes on her very first date with him and she's nervous, but Colby is gentle with her and maybe teases her a little. And he can also be her first kiss. I think that'd be cute 🤭 hope you're having a lovely day!

yes, absolutely! that’s gonna be so cute to write omg. I’ve got one more imagine to finish up and then this one is next. hope you’re having a lovely day too, thank you! 🥰

Tonight’s vibe is having your first kiss while listening to I Love You Like An Alcoholic by The Taxpayers

“Sooo..Date me” - a bakukami fic

Hey everyone, here’s another fic, this time a bakukami! I apologize for any grammar mistakes! Hope you enjoy! 

Summary: Bakugo makes a blunt statement and Denki doesn't know how to respond or why Bakugo would say those words.

“So…date me.”

Denki blinks. He opened his mouth to speak, unable to find any words; he closed it again, unsure how to respond to that blunt statement. It wasn’t as if the curt tone threw him off—that tone was simply Bakugo’s regular voice—but the words themselves that made Denki’s swirling mind freeze and gape at Bakugo. His pencil fell from his grasp, and it rolled across the desk, and it dropped to the ground, a harsh clank against the flooring, it rang in Denki’s ears, breaking the echoing silence.

He stares at Bakugo, and Bakugo begins glaring at him, his lips turned down into a slight frown, almost like a pout, and Denki wants to reach across the desk and touch it and force those pink pouty lips into a smile, or at least the most equivalent version of a Bakugo smile. Either way, Denki wants a Bakugo smile thrown in his direction, whether it was the soft, fond one that plays at the edge of his mouth or the one that curls and his teeth are baring like a tiny chihuahua baring its mouth to a stranger—either one would still make Denki’s heart flutter at sight.

Tilting his head to the side, Denki laughs out his answer awkwardly, “What?”

Bakugo was leaning back in his chair, touching the desk behind him as his eyes flicker over Denki’s face. It shouldn’t be hot, but it is. His top buttons, as always, opened, showing off his glistening skin, and Denki swallows. His fingers twitch against his thighs, wanting nothing more than to run his fingers up Bakugo’s chest, linger against the skin and slowly button the shirt to its proper form. Denki clenches his hand, letting the nails dig into his palms.

His eyes flicker back to Bakugo’s, and he sees a growing, mischievous, cocky, smug smile that has Denki holding back a groan and his nails trying to break the skin. Denki hated how much he found Bakugo Katsuki attractive. He wants to kiss that smirk off his face and leave him breathless the same way Bakugo leaves him.

“I said,” Bakugo pauses, arching an eyebrow, a smirk plastered on his face that makes Denki’s breath hitch. He lets his chair fall forward with a sudden smack, and he leans across the desk, pushing the abandoned notebook and book across, creating a distance between the two. Red eyes never waver from Denki’s, and from beneath his eyelashes, Bakugo slowly enunciates the next words. “Date. Me.”

Denki stares at Bakugo, ignoring the flutter in his stomach from the way Bakugo’s tongue rolled out the words. The beats between the two and the deep growl he adds to it—it shouldn’t make Denki’s knees and breath quiver, but it does, and Denki’s grateful he’s already sitting down. The thumping of his heart from feeling the intense look from red eyes that makes his skin tight and burn from its intensity. And, the smirk that makes Denki want to reach over, grab Bakugo by the collar, pull him until their lips meet in a clash.

Denki swallows again and breaks eye contact. “Why…” he clears his throat and tries again, “why would you say that?”

“Didn’t you say that anyone would be lucky to have me?”

“That was weeks ago!” Denki splutters. “I-I obviously said that after y’know,” he flaps his hands, “After you confessed that you never dated anyone and in a moment of bro bonding, I said it to make you feel better, Kacchan.” His hands moved along to his words. Denki’s eyes flicker around the room, trying to avoid Bakugo’s eyes. “And…and why are you even bringing this up? I thought we agreed on what happened during bros nights stays at bros nights. How dare you break the sacred bro code?! An-”

Denki squeaked out the last word as Bakugo’s hands captured his hands, and Denki let the rest of the sentence die on his tongue. His cheeks burned.

“Oi, Dunce face, you’re rambling,” Bakugo let his hands go. “Nearly knocked me over with all those hand movements.” He fell back into his seat. “Date me. It’s as simple as that. You said anyone would be lucky to have you, so it’s your chance to be lucky.” Bakugo rolls his eyes.

“That’s not how it works. You can’t just say something like that out of the blue. You can’t expect me to accept it. Because this has to be a joke.” Denki stares at his fingers, afraid to look at Bakugo because if he does, he knows he’ll start crying.

Because here’s his crush giving him the opportunity to date, and Denki knows it’s all a joke. Almost every time Denki had been asked out was one, and how could this be any different.

He fiddles with his fingers trying to stop the bubbling of tears. He feels a foot press against his, and for some reason, it calms him enough that his leg stops its shaking motion (and if he presses the same amount of pressure back and the other foot tries to find Bakugo’s, well that’s between him, Bakugo and the gods).

“Bakugo, you can’t joke about things like that, especially to me,” Denki mutters.

“Oi! You really think I’m joking about this! Do you really think that low of me?” The foot moves away, and Denki does everything in him to stop his foot from chasing after it, wanting at least that small comfort, that small initiative of physical contact.

“Of course not!” Denki quickly says, a little bit too fast, a little bit too harsh. He throws a glare at Bakugo and he swallows before firmly saying “No, never. I would be a shitty extra if I did think less of you.”

Denki wants to reach over and grab Bakugo’s hands again, but he can’t. He can’t let him know how much he craves the small touches between them and how much he really wants to kiss him until they’re both gasping for air, and and and and how much he loves him.

Maybe love is a strong word to use, but, fuck Denki knows that whatever this feeling is for this pomeranian dog, gremlin of a person is extremely close to love.

“It’s just… it’s just..” Denki trails off, his eyes began to water, and he looked down at his fingers—the skin around his thumbs picked, a small dot of blood spilling across his skin, he pulls it up to his mouth and takes it in, trying to use it as a block to prevent him from saying anything else. Pulling it back out, he smiles at Bakugo and waves his hands as erasing the moments before. “Forget I said anything. But, Kacchan, I can’t date you anyways….”

Denki wonders if Bakugo will believe him about his next words or if Shinsou would mind using him as a deflective tool and avoid exposing his true feelings for Bakugo. He’ll make it up to Shinsou after this is over; maybe he’ll invite Deku along to the plans so the lovebirds could hang out. Yeah, Denki thought, a solid plan, and maybe he’ll manage to leave the outing and go sorrow in his misery and maybe cry over this whole ordeal.

“I’m kinda seeing Shinsou.” Denki breathed out. He fiddled with his fingers, trying to avoid Bakugo’s eyes, anything that would expose him for lying.

“Tch,” Denki’s eyes flickered up to Bakugo, who was watching him behind slitted eyes, and his lips curled into a sneer, “You may want to talk to Eyebags about that. Last time I checked, he and Shitty Deku were dating. Committed.” Bakugo narrowed his eyes at Denki’s groan.

Denki covered his face. Of course, Deku would tell Bakugo about his relationship—Bakugo may adamantly decline his and Deku’s friendship, but it was clear to anyone that the duo patched things over and could hold conversations again, but Denki hadn’t realized how close the pair had gotten.

Of course, now Denki is truly fucked.

Denki peaked between his fingers, and he could see the twitch at the corners of his lips. His lips still curled, baring his teeth, and his eyes narrowed, but Denki was one of the few people who could easily read Bakugo, and his red eyes twinkle with amusement, and Denki wanted to capture that small spark and hold onto it like a small speck of a flame.

“Are you laughing at me, Kacchan?” Denki’s words made Bakugo huff out a laugh, and the corners of his mouth twitched into a suppressed smile. Now, that is something Denki wants to paint across the walls, frame it in a gallery because that soft, shy smile made Denki warm.

It made Bakugo look softer. He is handsome, but once, Bakugo stopped making those forced anger, annoyed expressions—he still looked hot with those looks, but when Bakugo let his face relax into his natural demeanor, it made Denki want nothing more to engrave the image behind his eyelids or tattoo it against his skin—an exaggeration he knows, but goddamn, Bakugo is so fucking handsome that it made Denki go a little insane. His fingers twitched to grab his phone and capture the image, but doing so would kinda expose him—he does manage to capture some of those fond smiles Bakugo tries to hide behind his explosive demeanor, but Denki knows.

“Tch,” Bakugo leans forward, his fingers drumming against the desk, a smirk and mirth dancing in his eyes. “You’re a worse liar than Deku. But, I praise the attempt.” He huffs out.

“Kacchan.” Denki groans. “Can we just pretend none of this happened and go back to studying?”

“And, here, I thought you would want to… I don’t know…do anything but study. That’s the first, Sparky. Full of surprises.” He shakes his head. “But, Dunce face, I do actually mean it. Date me.”

Denki’s eyes roamed over Bakugo’s face, trying to find something that proves that he’s lying or something that’s a joke, anything to avoid getting hurt. But, he knows that Bakugo wouldn’t lie; he’s not someone to lie, whether meaningless or important. Bakugo was blunt as fuck, and he wouldn’t lie––at least that’s what Denki thinks.

“How,” Denki paused. He swallowed before speaking again, his fingers trembling against his thigh and his heart hammering against his chest. Knots forming in his stomach.

“How what? Spit it out.”

“How do I know if you actually do mean it?” Denki yelled out. He pressed his lips together, and he wanted nothing more than to run out of the room and pretend none of this was happening.

That Bakugo isn’t sitting before him with the most handsome face, and kissable lips, and and and….he rather pretend than face this head-on, and he knows that’s the opposite of what Bakugo deserves in a partner, but Denki is someone not worthy to be Bakugo’s partner. Anyone would be a better fit than Denki.

“Tch. Can’t believe I have to spell it out for you, Dunce Face.” But, Bakugo stopped. His eyes flickered over Denki’s face, and Denki knew he saw the unspilled tears building in his eyes and the way his lips began to tremble. Bakugo’s face softened.

“Hey, Denks,” Bakugo whispered. He brushed a finger against Denki’s cheek, and Denki closed his eyes and breathed in. “Can I…Can I kiss you?”

Denki’s eyes flung open. His throat was closing up, and he didn’t know what to do.

“Please, Denki. Can I kiss you?” Denki nodded, fingers gripping his cheeks, forcing him to look upwards into determined red eyes. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes.” Denki breathed out.

That’s all it took for Bakugo to sweep in and close the distance between the two. His lips were soft against Denki’s, and it felt amazing. It was softer than Denki originally thought kissing Bakugo would be like. He always imagined it being rough, aggressive, a flurry of explosions. He didn’t expect this softness. This spread of warmth throughout his body and fingers gentle against his skin.

Denki leaned further into the kiss. The desk dug into his stomach, and his fingers gripped against Bakugo’s shirt in a desperate hold. He wanted to close any distance between them. He wants to convey everything he feels for Bakugo in this kiss. He wants him to know that he genuinely cares and loves him. Because this may be the only chance he’ll get to kiss his crush, and he wants to make sure it’s worth the heartache.

Bakugo pulls back and Denki sighs. His eyes flutter open. “Stop thinking. I know you think this is a joke or whatever, but it’s fucking not. Denki Kaminari, I like you. I like the way you push me to be friendly or whatever. And, you bring out a side of me that I never expected. You’re never one to back down on telling me off. You just, fuck, Dunce Face. You gotta trust me, okay. I’m not one that uses words or shit. Just let me prove it to you.” Bakugo leans in and kisses Denki again.

Whispering against his lips, “So, date me, Denki.”

“Katsuki,” Denki breaths out. “Yeah, okay.”

“Good. Maybe you do have a brain in there.”

“Yeah, you think?”

“Yeah, it knows that you’re about to be the luckiest person in the world. Shitty extras are going to be jealous that you’re dating The Bakugo Katsuki.” Bakugo grins.

Denki huffs out a laugh, the edges of his lips twitching into a smile. “Shitty extras don’t know what they’re missing.”

Denki leans in again for another kiss. They continue kissing until they lose their breaths.

Denki may still think he’s not worth being Bakugo’s partner, but he’s sure as hell is going to enjoy being by his side as long as Bakugo wants him to. But that’s for another day to worry about; for now, Denki is enjoying the feel of Bakugo’s soft lips against his.

First Kisses

First kisses are always messy,

Rushed with the flair of emotions and the ring of the bell,

The taste of blood mixed with strawberry chapstick when braces caught on my lips,

Smiling too much to even fully lock lips,

Yet your face is redder than the blood on my lips as we mutter out awkward goodbyes,

My day is filled with thinking of that moment,

Mulling over the mistakes and chewing on my swollen lip,

Maybe I need to try again,

If you let me.

Five Steps

author:

writingfromtheshadows

summary: As the crown prince's personal bodyguard, Chuuya always maintained a distance of five steps from his charge. Closing that distance wasn't something he would ever consider. Of course, the prince had a different view on the matter.

Merlot

author:

RohanBerry

summary:

Chuuya gets a new puppy and pretends to name him Osamu, to wind Dazai up. Little does he know, he inadvertedly starts a series of events where Dazai gets more and more jealous of a dog, and is forced to do something about it.

OR

Dazai gets progressively more and more annoyed and horny until he and Chuuya accidentally fall into bed with one another.

Two Birds With One Stone

author: idiashroudirl

summary: Leona wonders why Idia is being distant with him all of a sudden, and asks Ruggie for advice.

We all wanted Aziraphale and Crowley to end up like Beelzebub and Gabriel, having their happily ever after but they ended up being more like Maggie and Nina. Even after the most epic adventure, and 6000 years of pining, they still couldn’t be together.

Crowley thought him and Aziraphale could be like Gabriel and Beelzebub, going off together for the rest of eternity, but then he realised they weren’t on “our side” anymore and Aziraphale couldn't accept that Crowley isn't an angel and Crowley not wanting to go back to be an angel.

Crowley just wanted to be with Aziraphale, his angel.

My Thoughts On Aziraphale & Crowley’s Kiss & Break Up

This ripped my heart out, broke it to pieces, threw it on the floor and stomped on it.

I’m broken now.

My Reaction To The Good Omens Season 2 Finale

Oh come on! You can’t just give us a kiss and then make us cry by our favorite ineffable couple breaking up.

We’ve waited 6000 years for this but AT WHAT COST!

Roses Are Red

author: taitofan

summary: The rose petals that fall from Riddle's lips are red and yellow, love and jealousy, and his emotions are slowly killing him. (Hanahaki AU)

King's Game

author: reinaqueen

summary:

Playing chess was simply fun for Leona. Being a game of strategy and deception, much like cards but without the luck and cheating, it was a much more valuable brain exercise for him than some boring lecture on an old, stuffy classroom. Or at least, that was what he told himself for so long; truth is, he simply liked it. Even playing by himself was fine, really; not only he could work on his strategies, but that time was entirely his, for himself.

And now this obnoxious horned herbivore was invading his personal turf? Wasn’t everything else enough?

5 Times Floyd Kissed Riddle and 1 Time He Kissed Back

author: resonata

summary: Floyd couldn't help himself. Goldfish was too precious after all.

bleeding blue

author: grimstail

summary:

Leona doesn't know where that strange sense of loss he keeps getting came from. It's as if he forgot something important. But what is it? And why can't he stop thinking about Idia Shroud? He doesn't even like him.

Or does he?