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DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 24 | Firsts

Worth Waking Up For | @blessyourhondahurley

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,565 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Morning After, One Night Stand, bottom!Dean Summary: The morning after a one-night stand, Dean and Cas hash out some differences in temperament.

A Most Wonderful Time | @pluckydean

Rating: General Word Count: 2,007 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Alternate Universe, Office Christmas Party, First Date Summary: Dean despised champagne and idle chit chat and stuffy corporate parties. He was here for one reason and one alone: to finally talk to his long time crush, Castiel Novak.

Ridden Hard | Destielshipper4Cas (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,433 Main Tags/Warnings: Strangers to Lovers, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Submissive Alpha Cas, Omega Dean, Top Dean, Bottom Cas, First Time, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary: Alpha Castiel tries to pick up an omega at a rut bar and gets fucked by a feisty omega for his trouble.

Like Something Holy | @pointyearedelvishprincling

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,042 Main Tags/Warnings: religious imagery & symbolism, castiel can hear longing, first kiss, emotional hurt/comfort, oral sex, post godstiel arc Summary: Still struggling with the fallout of his Godstiel days, Cas breaks down after a hunt. Hearing Dean's longing behind the comfort of his words, they finally find some much needed closure.

it started with a photograph | @demonmary

Rating: No Rating Word Count: 3,821 Main Tags/Warnings: Closeted Dean Winchester, AU : Boarding School, Secret Relationship, Fluff, Kisses Summary: Not even twenty minutes prior, Cas had been curled in the corner of the hallway, tucked into his English studies. So many things had changed in such a remarkably short amount of time. And on top of that, Castiel was comfortable, joking with Dean and acting like this was alright. Like it was normal. Could it be?

Hunger Pains | @follows-the-bees

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,657 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Creature Castiel, stabbing, firsts, mutual pining, Summary: Castiel has been able to keep his hunger in check but now nothing can quite sate it, except perhaps his next-door neighbor and best friend Dean Winchester.

A Kind of Paradise | @viridiandecisions

Rating: Mature Word Count: 9,851 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Library, Librarian Castiel (Supernatural), Openly Bisexual Dean Winchester, Cat Owner Castiel (Supernatural), References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Flustered Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Self-Indulgent Book Recs, Flirting Via Books, Castiel Wears Glasses (Supernatural), US Midwest, Summer Summary: "Hello, Dean," Castiel rumbles at him, and God, the way his name sounds in Castiel's mouth. Dean could drop a rock down the well of that voice and never hear it hit bottom. "Charlie said you might stop by. Is there anything new I can help you find?" "I just wanted to check you out, uh—check these out. The books. For my brother. Sammy needs more books." Fuck Dean's life.

at the edge of chaos | @sharkfish

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10,154 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Dinosaurs, Paleontologist Cas, Photographer Dean, Trans Dean Summary: They saw some dinosaurs in the fly-over the day before, so Dean knew he was really, actually, truly going to see real, actual, true dinosaurs, but he still almost drops his camera in the mud when the first stegosaurus comes out of the trees. Stunned, Dean says, “I’m going to win a Pulitzer.” Equally stunned, Cas says, “How do I go back to bones after this?”

you should floss more | @songliili

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 15,440 Main Tags/Warnings: Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Dentist Castiel (Supernatural), Interior Designer Dean Winchester, Meet-Cute, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Date, idiots to lovers Summary: “You know I told you I had to book an appointment to a new dentist? Because the old one retired? Well I may or may not have said something huh inappropriate? Not on purpose! I swear!” “Dean. What did you do?” “Well, huh he- he said something about us being strangers or whatever and I- well, I said 'you’re not a stranger, you’ve been inside my mouth for 20 minutes!'” OR the one where Dean embarrasses himself at the dentist and still manages to get a date with the blue-eyed dentist.

For Evermore | @casblackfeathers

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 110,572 Main Tags/Warnings: angst with a happy ending, childhood friends, reunion, mutual pining, underage drinking, panic attacks, top Castiel, bottom Dean, top Dean, bottom Castiel, friends to lovers, fluff and angst, soft Dean, single parent Dean, misunderstandings, hurt and comfort, virgin Castiel, Dean’s first time with a man Summary: There's no place like home. This was a line Castiel used to know by heart when he was a kid, watching The Wizard of Oz and believing fairytales were real. At thirty-one years old, he isn't a kid anymore, and it has been twelve years since he has known what home feels like. Twelve years. That's when his world had come crashing down and he had left his hometown, Holly Springs, with the broken pieces of what he once was to build a new life in San Francisco. But as circumstances force him to come back to the only place he swore he would never return to, Castiel is finally forced to face everything he once knew and loved. Especially when said everything is made of spring-green eyes and a stardust of freckles, wrapped in all the memories Castiel was not able to erase from his heart. After twelve years, Dean is as mesmerizing as Castiel remembers, but the scars of what was broken still run as deeply as the marrow of his bones, and Castiel will do everything he can to protect himself. After all, his favorite movie also taught him that 'until hearts can be made unbreakable,' he can’t listen to his own.

#destiel trope collection #destiel trope collection 2023 #destiel #fanfic #firsts #day 24

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michellemisfit · 22 days

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WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY - FIRSTS!

Tagged by @suzy-queued @deedala @darlingian @heymrspatel @lingy910y @energievie @mybrainismelted @blue-disco-lights

Name: Michelle

Age: Currently getting a kick out of telling people that I’m nearly 40 and having them go ‘NO WAY!!!’ - It’s funny and flattering :)

First Pet: Siberian gerbils called Tom & Jerry

First Word: No idea. Turns out my parents kept a baby book for my older brother where they painstakingly recorded all of that stuff. I found mine a few years ago and it’s got a grand total of 3 entries, one of which is talking about how chubby I am, and how I am yet to find a food I’ll say no to, and let’s hope that’s not a sign of things to come… after which it was abandoned. Thanks mum.

First Celebrity Crush: Leonardo DiCaprio

First IRL Crush: Dominik. We hung out basically every day after school. I would go round to his house and he would play me the latest Michael Jackson tape and show me new dance steps that he’d taught himself. I thought he was so cool.

First Kiss: Age 14 with my first boyfriend. He was 20 years old. We were in a relationship for over a year. Shit was fucked up. At the risk of repeating myself… Thanks mum.

First Car: Bebop 🚙 He’s my baby and I bought him this year and I love him! He’s a turquoise 2013 Toyota Yaris Hybrid.

First apartment/house/dorm/whatever away from your parents: Heh. I moved straight from my childhood bedroom to a different country. If you’re gonna do something, do it right! lol

First Time on a Plane: I was… 18 months old? Parents went on holidays to Florida. I have about 3 memories from that trip.

First Cellphone: Nokia 3210 😎

First Concert: David Hasselhoff. I was maybe… 6? And I got very tired and slept through the second half, but my parents woke me up for Looking for Freedom, which was my favourite song of his.

First Foreign country you visited? Italy or France most likely. Pure proximity, and most of our family vacations were done by car from Switzerland so…

First sport you ever played? Hmm. I did competitive swimming when I was very young. And then gymnastics. And after that… about five minutes of football (the only sport I to this day do not understand. How do I run AND kick a ball simultaneously?!?), then 3 years of tennis, 2 years of basketball, 8 years of roller hockey, and a whole smattering of other sports on and off.

First career aspiration? I mean… I basically wanted to be a Disney Princess, purely for the Animal Best Friend aspect! And then any form of Animal Whisperer would have done the trick. I watched all the TV shows and movies where characters had magical bonds with animals, and I wanted that. And then I realised that the characters in the shows and movies aren’t real, but the people training and handling those animals *are*. However that wasn’t something realistic to aspire to, being Swiss, so instead I became a bookseller (somehow that made sense at the time… 🤷🏽‍♂️). And then 15 years later, in a different country and a different life, I did end up training animals for TV and film. So that’s kinda nifty.

And finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think “wow”

Hmmm. I dunno. I thought I was really fucking talented when I was about 12. I wrote a novel and sent it to publishing houses and literary agencies. One of them invited me for an interview, because they thought my writing was great and they wanted to meet the kid that had sent them a manuscript aged 12/13. They ended up giving me a job, working as a admin/secretary/slush pile reader. They also gave me lots of feedback and constructive criticism on my writing. I scrapped the novel I had sent them in favour of writing a different, better novel. I still think that novel was pretty fucking good. I tried to get my mum to proof read it and give me feedback so I could do any necessary corrections before I spent my pocket money on photocopies, C4 envelopes, and a whole bunch of stamps so I could attempt to get it published again. She was dragging her feet and I tried to explain the urgency, because I was clear that it needed to happen before I turned 14. That was the goal in my head. I had huge ambitions and dreams. I was also convinced that if it happened after I turned 14 it wouldn’t be special anymore. Like anyone could do it after 14… 🙄 In response to this my mum told me that she’d had ambition and dreams, too, when she was my age. But not to worry, that’ll go away, and once you’ve put away the fanciful notions of being talented then you can just get on with your life…

Not sure if this actually answers the question, but that was kinda the first and last time I remember feeling uncomplicatedly good about and proud of something I created. After this anything creative I did was always immediately followed by the doubt of ‘is this actually good, or is this just a fanciful notion I have about being talented, when in actual fact it sucks?’ 🤷🏽‍♂️

Wow. Ended that on a downer, didn’t I?

…

Erm… I wrote Tell me we’ll never get used to it,

They’re the only two people left that know what it’s like to have loved and to have lost a Lightwood.

And it’s a good story.

There.

I said it…

Tagging @crossmydna @palepinkgoat @too-schoolforcool @vintagelacerosette @heymacy @loftec @mikhailoisbaby @rereadanon @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @ian-galagher @andthatisnotfake @francesrose3 @faejilly @jrooc @creepkinginc if you fancy playing? I’m just very exited I’m actually posting this on a Wednesday still! Whoop!!

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dilly-oh · 1 year

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Firsts

“Oh shit, Hatake, on your six,” Genma hisses in Kakashi’s ear, who has to smother the urge to snap the other man’s neck at the sudden intrusion of his personal space. “Check out the new cutie at the mission desk.”

Okay, maybe he can forgive him.

Kakashi glances over and lets out an unimpressed grunt. Sure, the guy’s got a nice face, but he’s a little mousy-looking with that scruffy ponytail and array of pens in his pocket. A new Chunin, obvious from the freshly-pressed flak jacket and lack of PTSD. Nice complexion, decent body. Scar’s a little sexy. Guy’s a solid B. Nothing to scream about.

“I’m gonna ask him out,” Genma says with grim determination. “Cover me.”

“Naw, you got this, champ,” Kakashi says, shoving their mission report into Genma’s hand and slithering out of the room. He’d rather not see Genma perform his mating ritual or whatever is the equivalent of making an ass of himself before the gawky Chunin stammers out a polite ‘no, thank you, Mr. Jounin, sir’.

Which is why he’s utterly flabbergasted when Genma goes sailing by overhead as he’s walking out the building. He looks up in bafflement to see the Chunin decisively slamming the second-story window shut and locking it for good measure.

“I think I’m in love,” Genma croaks from the dumpster.

Kakashi thinks he might be a little bit, too.

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Kakashi has a mission report to turn in and no friends around to pawn it off on. If he waits one more day it’ll go from being fashionably late to downright obnoxious. And when he pokes his head into the Mission Office of course the Chunin is there on duty, straightening the line with nothing but a sharp glance and incurring silence with a single frown. Word had gotten around about Genma’s fate, as well as the fate of several unfortunate Jounin who’d tried to retaliate and instead found themselves also ‘dumpstered’, as the term had been coined. Now everyone knew not to cross him.

Resigned to his fate, Kakashi joins the line.

When it’s finally his turn, he takes a deep breath, drops the scroll on the desk, and spins on his heel to leave.

“Wait.”

Kakashi’s feet are rooted in place. His eyes snap to the window. How far away is the dumpster again? If he can get the trajectory right, he can use his own momentum to land on his feet and avoid-

“Hatake, right?” The Chunin glances up at him, smiles a little. “I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself to you yet. I’m Umino Iruka. Pleased to meet you.” He extends a hand. Kakashi stares at it like a hissing viper. Is this some kind of new move? Maybe he’ll snap Kakashi’s arm before tossing him out the window. Break a finger or two. “Oh, come on, I don’t bite.” Iruka laughs, a warm, bubbling sound. Against his better judgment (and years of ninja training), Kakashi slowly reaches out and shakes the other man’s hand. It’s just as warm as his laugh, calloused and strong. Kakashi’s gaze travels up the toned arm, past surprisingly broad shoulders to meet a pair of mischievous brown eyes. “Pleasure.” Iruka flashes him a devious smirk and winks.

Kakashi can kinda see what Genma was talking about.

And then Iruka looks down at the scroll and scowls.

“Is this your handwriting or did a chicken walk all over your paper? …And then shit on it?”

On second thought, fuck Genma.

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Kakashi freezes in the tree outside Naruto’s place. A second chakra signature is inside the run-down apartment, oddly familiar. Kakashi peeks around the window, his suspicions confirmed: Iruka is inside, bustling around the small kitchen with Naruto in tow. He’s cooking for him. More than that, he’s actually attempting to teach Naruto how to do it.

The most Kakashi’s ever done is bring over some packets of instant Ramen and a couple fresh vegetables. Maybe put down a little newspaper and spray some Febreeze. That sort of shit. Nothing this…domestic. He’s a ninja, for god’s sake, not a nanny.

He sits outside in the tree, watching, for a long time.

---

“You know you could join us, next time,” Iruka says when Kakashi stops in to pick up his newest assignment from the mission desk. He stares back at him blankly, hand still outstretched. “For dinner,” Iruka clarifies after the silence becomes so painfully awkward Kakashi almost wishes a Missing-Nin would jump out of the garbage can and kill him. “Naruto would enjoy it. What’s your favorite meal?”

“…Miso soup,” he finally says, taking the scroll. “With eggplant.” Iruka nods and gives him that damn smirk again.

“Sounds like a date.”

Kakashi absolutely does not trip a little as he turns to leave.

---

The dinner (singular) turns into dinners (plural), with and without Naruto. Which is fine, seeing as Iruka is a font of amusing stories involving his rambunctious students, whose exploits are so absurdly idiotic that Kakashi is seriously concerned for the village’s next generation of ninja. Then again, he’s met Naruto, so he shouldn’t really be surprised.

They settle into a familiar rhythm, the two of them enjoying food or drinks a few nights a week, filled with stories, laughter, and a little harmless flirting. Nothing more.

Kakashi tells himself he’s content with this. It would be selfish to ask for more, especially when he has nothing to give in return. This is enough. He repeats that, again and again, until he almost believes it.

Until Iruka’s pulling him into a searing kiss.

Until he’s dragging him inside his apartment.

Until he’s holding him in his arms.

And then just like that, Kakashi’s perspective of Iruka has gone from safe and friendly to something terrifyingly close to love.

So Kakashi does what he always does when faced with feelings.

He avoids it like the fucking plague.

---

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Iruka stands in the doorway of Kakashi’s hospital room, glaring so furiously he can feel the heat even through the haze of painkillers. “You ghost me for a fucking MONTH and then have the gall to ask me to bring you fucking ICHA-ICHA while you’re on your fucking deathbed?!”

“…Gai’s out on a mission,” Kakashi rasps, his throat still sore from the feeding tube.

The resulting silence is filled with such murderous intent an ANBU pokes his head in the door to make sure everything is alright, spots Iruka, and gets the fuck out of there.

“You…” Iruka swells up, like he’s about to literally explode, angry words choking in his throat.

And then his face goes carefully blank. That scares Kakashi more than anything. Anger, he can deal with. It’s a familiar enemy, one he can beat. This cold resignation isn’t something he knows how to fight. Or at least recover from.

Without a word, Iruka drops the books on a chair and calmly walks out of the room.

Kakashi really can’t blame him.

He’d dump himself, too.

---

Months go by, and Kakashi heals. Physically, at least. He sees Iruka at the mission desk, but there’s no smiles or winks for him now, just a stiff “thank you, Jounin” before moving on to the next. He’d almost rather be dumpstered. He takes more missions, longer ones, just to get away, to try to forget. He’s had breakups before, but none of them ever hurt this bad. It almost feels like someone is stabbing him the chest, sliding a knife right between his ribs- no, wait, that’s the Missing-Nin who is doing literally that. Kakashi curses, rips them apart with a Chidori, and blacks out.

He wakes up to find Iruka sitting in the chair beside his hospital bed, Icha-Icha open on his lap.

“I wasn’t reading this,” Iruka says quickly. “I was reading it…to you. It doesn’t count.”

“…Did I miss any of the good bits?” Kakashi asks, his voice weak and scratchy.

“Kind of hard to when there aren’t any,” Iruka snorts back.

The silence that follows is punctuated by the beep of Kakashi’s machines and the drip of his IV.

“I miss you,” Iruka says quietly. It hurts more than getting stabbed, and that hurt like a bitch.

“…I miss you, too,” Kakashi replies, even softer. Iruka looks at him, and the anger is still there, but it’s anger FOR him, not AT him, which isn’t something he’s ever experienced before.

“Why did you run away? What could possibly make you attempt to go off and get yourself killed? What the fuck are you afraid of?”

“…You,” Kakashi says simply. Iruka blinks, gaping at him in disbelief.

“Of…what? Me? Why? Because you love me or something?”

“Yes,” Kakashi replies, because it’s true, and because he does.

“Oh my God, Kakashi…” Iruka heaves a weary sigh, covering his face with his hands, which is a shame, because Kakashi hasn’t seen it in a while. “Could you at least…act like a fucking grown man and talk to me? Instead of just avoiding the issue? Maybe, I don’t know, voice your concerns so I can help you through them? You might not realize this, but I care about you, asshole.” Iruka lowers his hands to glare at him, and there’s tears shining in the corners of his eyes. “Did you ever stop to consider that I might actually feel the same?”

He hadn’t, honestly. He’d been too busy running.

“…Do you?” he asks, voice shaking a little. Iruka gives him the most insultingly condescending look.

“Of course I fucking do.”

Kakashi has to force himself to stay calm, otherwise his heart monitor will go haywire and a nurse will come rushing in and fuck everything up.

“So…” Iruka goes on, “if you want this…if you want me…I need to know. None of your self-destructive bullshit. No running away. Just answer. Yes…or no.”

Kakashi swallows, his throat painfully dry. His chest aches, but he can’t tell if it’s from the stab wounds or his own anxiety. The fear is still there, but Iruka is, too.

And that gives him the courage to answer.

“…Yes,” he says in a hushed whisper.

Iruka sits there for a long moment, digesting that, then nods.

“…There room in there for two?” he asks, jerking his chin at the bed.

There isn’t, but damn if Kakashi’s going to say so.

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“You know you don’t always have to wear that,” Iruka teases, running a hand through Kakashi’s hair.

“Of course I do,” Kakashi says, admiring the gleam off the golden band on his finger. “It’s a first for me.” Iruka snorts beside him on the bed and smacks him in the face with a pillow.

“And your last, dumbass.”

Kakashi wholeheartedly agrees.

-End-

(Written for KakaIru Valentine’s Week 2023, Day 1 Prompt: Firsts, hosted be @kakairu-rocks)

#kakairu #umino iruka #hatake kakashi #naruto #fic #firsts #kakairu valentine's week 2023 #kakairu.rocks #rated teen for language

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nearmidnightannex · 3 months

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Firsts, 2023 Emmys edition

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Quinta Brunson Hits Milestone With Emmys Win For Outstanding Lead Actress In A Comedy (deadline.com)

Abbott Elementary‘s Quinta Brunson just became the second Black actress to win an Emmy in the category of Outstanding Actress in a Comedy.

She’s also the first in more than 40 years to win, after Isabel Sanford.

Accepting her trophy from presenter Carol Burnett, Brunson couldn’t hold back the tears....

Brunson made history as the first Black woman to clinch the category since The Jeffersons’ Isabel Sanford in 1981, and the very first Black woman to win in the category who both created and writes for her own show.

To quote Isabel Sanford herself: "At. Last."

Elsewhere in the Emmys, RuPaul continued his reign as the most decorated African-American individual in history for those awards (deadline.com), with his thirteenth and fourteenth awards, for outstanding host and as the executive producer of "RuPaul's Drag Race." Not a first (well, CLEARLY), but still worth noting.

And, only a year after Sheryl Lee Ralph became only the second African-American woman ever to win for Supporting Actress in a Comedy, Ayo Edebiri becomes the second consecutive black woman to win the award, for "The Bear". (She's African-Irish.)

#quinta brunson #emmys 2024 #emmys #emmys 2023 #firsts #rupaul #rupaul's drag race #sheryl lee ralph #ayo edebiri #abbot elementary #the bear

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kakairu-rocks · 1 month

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Hey guys! Our Creator Spotlight is back, but this time we’ve changed things around.

Firstly, we’re no longer seeking out individual creators for interviews, as the process of finding someone willing to participate, interviewing them, and then sharing their answers in our posts was particularly time-consuming; and whilst we’re glad that we were able to highlight some amazing people and their creations, it just wasn’t a sustainable thing for us.

So now, we’d like to open up the Creator Spotlight to all KakaIru creators, to find out a bit about everyone; and hopefully (most definitely) find more creations to add to our bookmarks & indulge in!

We will be doing this every three months, as opposed to monthly; and unlike last time, when there was a standard set of interview questions, this time, the questions will be themed!

And the theme for our very first Creator Spotlight of the year is… Firsts!

What was your first ever KakaIru creation? Do you like it, or is it at least meaningful to you in some way? How long ago did you create it? And how much has your style changed since then?

Let us know HERE!

You don’t have to answer all the questions, they’re only a guide - just tell us whatever you like about your first creation! And please, please don’t hesitate to link anything!

Note: if yours is NSFW or Dark, as per our guidelines, and you want to share it, please do so on our 18+ thread!

#creator spotlight #kakairu.rocks #firsts #kakairu discussion #kakairu fanart #kakairu fanfic #kakairu #kkir #kakashi x iruka #hatake kakashi #umino iruka

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topsyturvy-turtely · 1 year

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Fluffbruary with turtely

Day 13

[day 12] [day 14]

prompts: whole | steam | first by @fluffbruary <3

fandom: BBC Sherlock

will be uploaded to "That Stuff Called Fluff" on Ao3!

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"First time you solved a case?", John - across from Sherlock, beyond slightly tipsy, closer than he'd be if he were sober - asks. Eyes never drifting off Sherlock's.

Sherlock - slightly clumsy in his body due to the alcohol, speech slower and kinda sloppy - is just as captured in John's eyes as his flatmate is in his own. "Seven."

"Seven?!", John asks incredulously. "No way." The blogger leans even closer to him. They are at home and their armchairs are nearer to each other than usual.

"Yeah, or something... I don't remember. What does it matter? Will you ask your question now?"

John laughs, his eyes darting up to the ceiling and right back down to his flatmate. "I just did. It's your turn."

"Fine. First time you were drunk?", Sherlock lays his head to the side and John loves the way his eyes twinkle in mischief.

John leans back and thinks for a moment. Then he grins, slightly tortured. "Fifteen. Jeffrey's birthday party. First time you smoked a cigarette?", he inquires.

"Sixteen. Nearly coughed my lungs out."

John snorts with laughter. "Yeah. 'Course."

"You're not born a smoker, John.", the taller man defends himself, sounding almost hurt.

"First time you used, then."

Sherlock rolls his eyes. "Nineteen. And it was my turn."

"Was it? Sorry. Ask me two questions.", John waves warily.

Sherlock inches closer, elbows on his knees. "First time you kissed someone."

John is leaning back in his armchair. When he hears the question, he makes a face. "Define kissing."

Sherlolck raises an eyebrow. "What's there to define? Touch or caress with the lips as a sign of love or sexual desire."

"What's that? The dictionary's definition?", John laughs. Sherlock doesn't react, due to the fact, that it's actually the definition of Oxford Languages. "Well. First 'kiss' was at thirteen. But my first real kiss was at seventeen.", John finally answers.

"What makes the second to a real kiss?"

"Ugh, you know...", John says dismissively.

"No, I don't.", Sherlock replies.

That wakes John up a bit. He sits up. "First kiss I enjoyed. That I think both parties enjoyed.", John explains, staring at Sherlock's lips for a few seconds, before his gaze darts up into his eyes again. "Still awkward and clumsy but we were in love and for us it counted. Felt it in my gut. Prolly lower to." John glances at the mouth opposite of him again. Sherlock follows John's eyes with his and lifts a corner of his mouth slyly.

"First time you kissed someone of the same sex?", Sherlock asks, voice low and so quiet John almost doesn't hear it.

The whole evening John's gaze been on Sherlock's eyes, but now he is mesmerized by his lips. The shorter man's tongue darts out. "Tonight.", he says quietly.

Sherlock knits his eyebrows in confusion. "We spent all evening together, when did you-"

John laughs before leaning forward and quickly placing his lips on Sherlock's.

"Oh.", the self proclaimed consulting detective says, lips slightly parted.

John's grin is crooked. "Yeah. 'Oh.'", he responds. Then John lets his hand sink into Sherlock's curls at the back of his head and pulls the man down to kiss him properly.

When they part Sherlock's eyes flutter open. 'Gorgeous', John thinks. He gulps, then asks, "First time you fell asleep next to me?"

Sherlock's gaze is so dark, John feels it inside of his chest. "Tonight.", he says.

John sighs, hugs his detective, smiles into his neck and agrees "Tonight."

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ditzydisaster13 · 4 months

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First drawing of 2024

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juni-writesx · 2 years

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zhongli/reader, first confessions/first kiss.

pg.

i'm an absolute sucker for first kisses and first scenarios in general so this probably won't be the only one i write. ;)

zhongli is a knowledgeable man but there's some areas where he still needs to learn~.

not really proof-read because if i sit here, i'll scrutinize my writing too much and feel bad about myself and my writing and i don't want those vibes. so, yeah!

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It had been such a wonderful evening — strolling Liyue Harbor side-by-side with Zhongli. Eating dinner at the Wanmin restaurant and having a chance to chit-chat with Xiangling. Taking in the setting sun along the coastline of the harbor. He'd picked a wonderful flower along your stroll and had tucked it behind your ear with gentle care and cheeks tinted a slight pink.

You didn't want the evening to end. Despite knowing that you'll be able to see him at some point the following day, this time with him was so precious and dear to you — and you hoped that he felt the same.

Was it a date? You weren't sure. Neither of you actually saying the word aloud when the evening was planned, but, to you at the very least, it could certainly constitute as one. You were a bit hesitant to ask.

"Cor Lapis for your thoughts." You hear him say, and you turn your head enough to see him glancing at you.

You'd stopped your walking and were now standing on a bridge close to where you had decided to stay while in Liyue Harbor. You prop your arms up on the rail and lean against them. Your gaze moves from him and out to the ocean before you. "Just taking in the view of the harbor at night. It's beautiful."

You feel his body next to yours, though you do not know that he mimics your stance; arms, too, resting upon the rail of the bridge to take in the sight. "I must agree in regards to its beauty, but it is far incomparable to yours."

Your cheeks warm and you know for certain it's not due to the temperature. You quickly turn your head for fear of Zhongli seeing the blush his sweet words caused. "I'm not so sure about that," you reply. "If anything, the whole of Liyue is as beautiful and handsome as you."

A blush colors his own cheeks, though he does not turn his face nor gaze away, still staring out at the sea. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight?"

You nod and, once you feel the heat leave your cheeks, turn to look at him. "I did. Very much so. I always enjoy spending time with you, Zhongli."

And I hate for the days to end, you think. "How about you?"

He pivots his body so one arm rests against the bridge while the other comes to rest at his side. Amber eyes take note of the way your hair is untucked and he fights the urge to tuck it back behind your ear. to gently brush his slender fingers across the hair close to your forehead, a simple gesture he thinks would be affectionate. tender. delicate.

But perhaps a bit too much; not suited for the friendship between the two of you if he were to do it for a second time that evening.

"It was exquisite, as all my time is with you." A smile curves his lips. "This day will be one of the very many I will come to cherish in my memory."

You smile in kind. "You make it sound as if this was an important day."

"Oh, but it is."

Your head tilts ever so slightly as slight confusion flits your features. "Oh? Why's that?"

"It is simple. I thoroughly enjoy your company."

As a friend, you finish what you believe to be the unspoken words between the ones he had said. Your smile fades slightly, which Zhongli takes note of.

"...I apologize if that's not what you were hoping to hear." He says.

"No, no—" and you feel your cheeks burn again. Your blush reaching the tip of your ears this time. "—I enjoy your company too, really! I had a great time tonight! It's just that I..." and your voice trails off.

I don't want it to end.

I want to know what we are.

I want to know how you feel about me.

"...I think the events of the day has tired me out," you say after a moment. It wasn't a lie, per se, but you couldn't just blurt out the thoughts that crossed your mind.

"Shall we continue on then? I'd much rather have you safe in the comfort of where you're staying than to have you decide you're settling in on this bridge tonight."

With a soft sigh that you had hoped he did not hear, you move from against the bridge and prepare to finish the walk to your destination.

Zhongli follows suit, though there's something about your demeanor that tugs at him in much the wrong way.

He's the one to break the silence. "Would you like to accompany me to an opera tomorrow? Miss Yun Jin will be performing, and it would be an honor and a pleasure to have you be my plus one for the evening. We can dine at The Third-Round Knockout this time prior to the show."

"Of course~!" The chance to spend another evening with him lifts your mood a bit, but you still wished that the current one wasn't coming to an end. "It's a da—y..."

Good Celestia above. You silently scold yourself for the word that almost came out of your mouth.

Zhongli cannot help but to let out a quiet laugh, unbeknownst to him what, exactly, you were trying to say. "Yes, tomorrow is quite certainly a day. As is each that comes after nightfall."

And you roll your eyes a little as you smile softly. "Yeah..."

Comfortable silence falls between the two of you; only the sound of footsteps reaching your ears. As much as you wanted to slow your pace to allow more time, you knew that would be an odd thing to suddenly do. And so, you bite the bullet and continue to walk until...

"We're here.. ," you sigh out, stopping in front of the entryway of the building you're staying inside. You turn to face Zhongli. "Thank you again for tonight."

"It was my pleasure," he says with a smile and soft eyes. There's something within them, as though he's thinking about something, but you're not quite sure what it could be.

"I cannot help but notice you seem rather disappointed."

His comment throws you off guard. Sometimes, he's so scarily able to read you like an open book as though he has taken the time to study you over the time you've known each other.

"No, no— not at all!" You smile wide as you wave your hands in front of you, shaking your head. "Trust me, I really had a great time! Nothing to be disappointed over!"

"... I must admit," he begins, watching as you lower your arms back down to your side; the smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes still upon your features. "that I harbor some disappointment at this evening needing to come to an end. Tragically, tomorrow is never a guarantee, and, thus, I would like the night to linger on for as long as time allows. I..."

I wish I could stay.

He swallows before continuing. "—If this should be our last night together, know that it, much as you, will shine in my memories."

You want so much to reach up on tiptoes to place your hand upon his cheek to comfort him. One hand practically twitching to do so. Instead, your gaze and smile turn a bit sad. You understand where he's coming from — he has lived for so long, seen friends come and go,... much before their time. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll see you tomorrow."

And yet, you make no movements to head inside. Just as he makes no movement to leave the spot in front of you.

"Zhongli—" you say, just as you hear him say your own name at the same time. Both of your eyes locked on the other's.

He is the first to move; taking a step forward to close any gap between you. "Forgive me. I am aware this isn't outlined in the terms of our contract, but... as I have mentioned once before, contracts cannot be used to measure sentiment. However, I believe I have come up with such a thing that can measure the weight of emotions..."

A gloved hand comes to rest upon your cheek. "At the very least, my own." His thumb grazes your cheek tender and smoothly. "May I kiss you?" His voice is just as soft as his touch as he gazes at you, awaiting an answer.

"Y—Yes, that's fine..." your voice a bit shakey. You hadn't expected him to request to kiss you. But you knew that friends bid farewell with kisses on the cheek quite often...

except you felt his other gloved hand tilt your head up slightly by your chin, and watched for just a moment as he leaned down and in,

your eyes fluttering closed before feeling his lips on your own. feeling his thumb still gently grazing your cheek.

Slow and reluctant to part, Zhongli pulls away enough to allow you both to breathe.

"May I ask... just what are we?" You whisper while opening your eyes to look at him inquisitively.

"Back long ago, I would overhear the common folk call this... courting. Perhaps you know it better as the more recent term of... dating."

And now you look at him with bright doe-like eyes; wide and surprised. "Wait—!"

At such a look you've given him, he can't help but to lean back away from you a bit. Had he done something wrong? He's puzzled, and gives a thoughtful look. One hand comes back to rest by his side while the other goes to his own chin. "Is this not how it works? By dining and taking strolls, enjoyment of one's company? Mutual attraction and flirtations...?"

"You knew?"

"Well, of course. I have been around for a long time. I have seen many blossoming romances in Liyue, between humans... between adepti, and illuminated beasts. Yet judging by your expression, I cannot help but wonder if I have missed a step or two."

A laugh escapes you. "Most people share feelings and tell the other how they feel, and then ask to date — er, court them, and kiss!"

He frowns. "I thought my feelings had been obvious for quite some time." Recounting that he made sure to have enough mora on him to pay for your meals. enough stories to last the long days you spent together. He had even gone so far as to request a local storyteller to tell a tale of romance between two people...

"I am not accustomed to romantic relationships, and I do apologize for not vocalizing more these feelings I have for you. Though know that I am not laying out any sort of contract with you, with this... for again, it cannot measure the weight of emotions,"

He reaches out a hand, and you accept it in one of your own, and feel his other come to rest on top as your fingers interlace. His gaze, soft and full of admiration, looks over your features — gone are the wide eyes of surprise, but he can still tell that you are by your body language. a curious glint to your eyes.

"But know that the feelings I have for you are immeasurable. Not a day goes by where my thoughts do not drift to you while we are apart. And the time we spend together is worth more than any gold that runs through Liyue's heart..."

A squeeze of your hand as he continues. "If the feeling is mutual, I would like to formally 'ask you out'. It would be an honor to 'date' such a wonderful person as you, for so long as you wish. In all of my time in Liyue, I have seen less than fortunate outcomes in romantic relationships and thus would not wish to have you burden yourself with a contract that you may want to end."

You gaze at the man so fondly before reaching up to grab his tie — curling it around your hand and pulling him in for another kiss that he melts into. eyes closed, lips parting... not the same type of chaste kiss he'd just given you.

This was an affirmation; a definite reply to how you very much would like to date, be courted with this gentleman, with marriage, hopefully, in the future.

You part wish soft pants still close to his lips as you whisper, "I've been waiting for you to ask... I've been waiting for this."

"As have I," he replies, just as breathless. He remembers all the times he's been kissed and has kissed others (it hasn't been a lot, surprisingly for his age) but none have had him feeling so loved, so adored, so wanting to spend the whole night kissing you. "The next time something of this nature comes up, I'll be certain to express it to you."

"Please do. I'd love to know what you're thinking and feeling, Zhongli...."

He pauses a moment before brushing his lips against yours. "I'm feeling... disappointed that our day has come to an end."

"Me too..." your voice sounds as disappointed as he is, and, truth be told, you are, too. "But I'll see you tomorrow."

He nods before slowly pulling away from you; your hand releasing its grip on his tie.

His hand on your cheek finally takes a rest at his side and you feel the chill of the air compared to the warmth of his hand and you miss it already.

"Yes, tomorrow...." he takes in a breath. "It's a date."

And you can't help the giddiness that bubbles up inside as you wish each other goodnight.

Anticipating what tomorrow might bring.

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