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Firsts

A Meme of FIRSTS!

You're in right smack in the middle of exciting times, perhaps even the peak of your life so far, and you're not alone. For you and your companion, it's all about firsts: first crush, first love, first fight, first confession, first kiss, first time, first adventure to certain death together - you know, as you do. There is a first time for everything, after all, and they say you never forget your first.

So...first?

WHAT DO?

It's what it says on the tin.
Your character can be at the right place and time for all these firsts, you can age them down, they're starting late, they never had the chance, it's an AU I DON'T EVEN CARE just play.
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Prompts are amalgamations of many, many different memes.

First Kiss: Is there anything sweeter?

First Date: Are you super awkward and nervous or getting on like a house on fire?

First Meeting: Dropped your groceries? Bump into them on the subway? Party? Fender bender? The options are endless!

First Anniversary: You've made it an entire year without killing one another! Time to break open the bubbly.

First Pet: Dog or cat? Fish tank? Rhinoceros?

First House: Apartment in the city, or perfect white picket fenced home! Either way, better make the best of it.

What is this...Love Thing?: I don't understand love. What is love, baby don't hurt me ---

Love at First Sight...or, at least, Interest: Hey little mama, let me holla at you.

Gradual: Your interest in this person is growing after getting to know them.

Excitement and FREAKING OUT: Oh my gosh, there's absolutely nothing you'd rather do than spend time with this person you want everything to be perfect oh gosh oh gosh.

Hormonal: Girls are so weird but they look so nice.

Sloppy Makeouts: Put on "Stairway to Heaven" and go to town.

Arguments: You jerk! Look what you've done! I never want to see you again.

School Romance: Oh, I hope senpai notices me...or the cute class president, or the head of cooking club, or -

You're Like Family to Me: The two of you have been close forever, so you've never seen each other like that...until now.

Unlucky Friend: You lost the person of your dreams to someone else, perhaps because of their allure or perhaps because you never spoke up. What can you do now?

I'll Cheer You On: Always supportive, always by your side, they're the person you can count on. Why do they care so much, though?

Slap-Slap-Kiss: I could kill you for what you just did! I could - I could KISS YOU.

Confession in the Heat of the Moment: You're about to go defeat the ultimate baddie. How about confessing your feelings to the person you love? Seems legit.

Sudden Kiss: Kiss from nowhere! There are lots of reasons for this: to stop someone from crying, to make them be quiet, or just to explain yourself when words can't.

First Time: A little awkward, a little exciting, always memorable. ( Unless you had to get drunk to get up the nerve.)

Hey, Can We Try...: You've been together, or at least doing it, for awhile, but one of you wants to try something new.

Childhood Sweethearts: You've loved them what seems like forever, ever since you were little.

Wedding Night: Have fun, newlyweds! Maybe one of you cut off the sex a couple months ago, just for tonight to be extra special.

With Nature: In a forest or a field, how could you not be happy with the sun or moon shining down and the beauty of nature around you?

Waking Up: Fluffy, sleepy, giggly morning sex.

Protected/Safe: You always feel safe with them. How can you thank them?

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[This all seems really cute! :D]

[Starting late, never had the chance, AU, and aged down are all good with me.]

[Looking for the shippy stuff only. Canonmates preferred, but open to crosscanon. Check the profile for prefs and permissions.]

[There are a lot of things about the human world and way of life that Zan has never experienced. A teenage party is one of those things. Having never been to one herself, Orihime thought it would be fun for the both of them to go and share a first experience together.]

[It's more fun than she expected! There's pizza to eat, alcohol to NOT drink, and she can introduce him to her friends. Yes, this is 'Zan,' he's an exchange student and a pen pal from Belgium. Yes, he's a friend. No, he's not her date. No he definitely isn't her boyfriend yes he's single OH HEY DOES THAT PIZZA HAVE PINEAPPLE ON IT SHE HAS TO GO EAT SOME RIGHT NOW!]

[Then the party games come out. Twister is fun. Truth or Dare is a little embarrassing, but it's still a good time. But when Seven Minutes in Heaven is announced, and the two of them are chosen, her friends laugh at Orihime's flustered protests and Zan's blank stares and shove the two into a cramped closet before locking it shut.]

[Seven minutes.]

You don't have to!

[She says it immediately before shoving her hand against his mouth, her face burning. At least it's dark, there won't be any confusion over whether her blushing is actually a terrible fever this time. And she knows he's going to ask what this game is supposed to be, so she keeps her hand in place, whispering.]

It's...it's a kissing game. Whoever gets chosen is supposed to make out for seven minutes. You don't have to.

[Slowly she removes her hand, embarrassed.]

We can just make noises and thump at the walls, it'll probably sound believable.

[ There is a lot about the human world and way of life he hasn't experienced. Sure, he saw plenty through Ichigo's eyes, lived through more than a few experiences in those weird in-between states he was forced to suffer through, but Ichigo, for all his powers and talk and attitude, at the end of the day? At the end day, Ichigo was boring. Hanging out in his room, studying, maybe play a video game or two, possibly read a book. Would it have killed the guy to live a little? Probably, but still!

But he doesn't have to worry about that anymore. Now it's his life. So, when Inoue came up to him offering a party? Hell yeah, he took her up on it.

Only now he's here. There are too many people. Most of them are staring at him, but some of them stare at her too and that gets him baring his teeth. A few people try to talk to him but they get little more than flat looks. He's not interested in them.

At least whenever Inoue takes off she finds wherever the food has moved to. He suspects they're relocating it to keep the two of them from decimating it but if that's the case they're going to have try harder.

The party games aren't a bad move in that respect. Whoever's choice that was, he'll give them that. Twister is fun-- mostly when he gets to try and push someone over or make them bend a little past what is comfortable. Truth or Dare is a little dull when people suggest his dares are too much and his truths just ridiculous-- it's not his fault they're weak and don't believe him. And then comes the third game. Abruptly, he's shoved into a closest with Inoue and is indeed staring blankly.

What the hell?

His eyes shift from the door to her with that same befuddlement-- at which point he promptly get a hand shoved in his face.]

Mmmf?!?

[But it seems he didn't have to ask because she answers. He goes still. Her hand falls away but his eyes stay fixed on her.]

Inoue...

[He waits until she looks up at him. Or doesn't.]

Inoue, we don't have to do any of that. What are they going to do? Lock us in? We could just break the door down.

[Between the two of them? Wouldn't be hard.]

Those idiots can't make you kiss me if you don't want to.

Edited 2019-02-11 16:54 (UTC)

[OOC: So many game tags to do, but this one is too good to leave for later.]

[If there's one thing Orihime can say about Zan, it's that he's unpredictable. He's hard to read. Sometimes he can be a little mean (that's the wrong reason to enjoy Twister!), but he can be thoughtful and protective too. She knows he wouldn't let anyone hurt her if he's around to prevent it, and she can't say she's ever felt threatened or uneasy around him. He does his own thing, and lives the way he wants.]

[That's how it should be, really, and what she's trying to encourage while also making sure he knows about the ordinary expectations of society. Even so? His answer surprises her to the point where she can't immediately reply. They don't have to do this...if she doesn't want to...?]

[It forces her to ask herself if that's really the case. It's embarrassing, and definitely not the way she imagined her first kiss would go, but... If she had to kiss anyone at this party, he'd be the one she turned to if she really thinks about it.]

...What do you want?

[It's been several seconds of introspection before she finally poses the question. He's the one that's getting to experience a normal teenage life, and she wants to support that. Besides, she still doesn't know if she wants this or not. She thought he'd be more annoyed or disgusted, even angry. But he's even calmer than she is. Except for the whole door-kicking solution. That gets her to relax with a quiet chuckle.]

We'd better not break the door. We won't be invited to any other parties if we cause property damage.

[He doesn't speak. He stares at her, brows knitting further in a frown. There were a lot of things he wanted. That was the problem, he was always so hungry for everything and everything and he wasn't always certain what it was he actually wanted more until it was time to choose it or lose it-- kill Ichigo or save him, stay or go, hate them all or just wish differently. And even then he could still convince himself later that his reasons weren't what they were.

He looks down, hand running through his hair. He likes it better when he can plan things. When he knows what's about to happen and he can impart the lesson and maybe he can even have a little fun with it too. Usually when he's angry. Pretty much always when he's angry, actually. But all of this rips the rug from out under. Maybe if he were angry about this. Maybe if he went through what he doesn't want.]

Well I don't want to do whatever they're trying to get us to do just because they're saying to do it.

[He shoots a glare at the door a little, but finds, yes, going backwards like this is easier than answering her question.]

If we walk out just to get thrown back in with someone else, I'm saying now there's no chance I'm going to kiss any of those guys.

[He rolls his blackened eyes.

Then falls quiet, for a moment. His frown continues to deepen, with him not meeting her gaze.]

... but... I don't want any of those guys to kiss you either.

[Would she like it? Kissing one of them instead? Would she be happier? She could have anyone in the world couldn't she? But she wanted--

She wanted...]

You're the only one who matters. Here or anywhere. You realize that don't you?

[He reaches out for a lock of hair, idly turning it over in his fingers before allowing it to drop.]

But it doesn't mean anything if all you're thinking is that you wish I were someone else. I'm not interested in taking back his old life anymore. I don't want to be the second choice everyone's disappointed to have because they couldn't have the first one. So, you go first. Do you want me? ...Or not.

[She's completely silent as she listens to him, watching his expressions, paying close attention to the things he says as well as what he doesn't say. He won't kiss anyone else...is he saying that he'd only kiss her? Is that why he isn't balking at this like she thought he would?]

[Numbly she shakes her head when he asks her if she realizes it. She didn't. Maybe she should have. She just thought he'd clung to her because she was the only one who knew who he was, and how he got here. She was just a guide, wasn't she? Had she become something more than that? Or had she just been too stupid and blind to realize that he saw her as more for much longer?]

[She's never seen him look so vulnerable, or human.]

[The breath she draws and releases is shaky when he takes a lock of her hair with such gentle affection. She almost wishes he'd held on a little longer. Could it be that her feelings have grown warmer too...?]

I...don't really know what I want anymore...

[It's a hard admission to make, and it hurts to say it. She's missed Ichigo so much. He probably isn't ever going to come back, she knows, but giving up hope feels like such a betrayal. He saved her, protected her. She loved him. But this man...who is Ichigo and isn't...cares about her. His loneliness is so sharp and painful she can feel it.]

[Her fingertips brush against his wrist, skimming down his knuckles until meeting the ends. Gently she holds his hand, a tentative connection, one she's ready to sever if he seems uncomfortable or pulls away.]

But I know what I don't want, and...you're not one of those things. So...I guess...

[She's being cowardly. It took guts to say what he did, and expose his heart to her. She needs to be better, she knows. Raising her eyes, she studies his face. She's never kissed anyone before, backed away in tears the only time she tried. So while she can't be as bold as she might like, she can take a step forward, raise herself up on her toes, and press a soft, lingering kiss against his cheek. Her heart is thudding fast in her chest as she closes her eyes, just listening to his breathing, feeling the gentle warmth he radiates when they're this close.]

[It's not an admission he expected her to make. He searches her eyes, her face, whatever she lets him see. He didn't really expect her not to love Ichigo and he wasn't going to ask for that.

He just wanted... he wanted...

Just as he's thinking that he doesn't know, she's moving in. He's watching her, half-frozen in place. She lifts herself up and he feels her kiss upon his cheek as surely as he feels the jolt of pain, the stir of hunger, because even muted as it might be like this, this is what being hollow means. His breath catches and stutters a little and he hates to think that she's hearing it. She's a warm, soft presence, and he could swear he can hear her heart but that at least might all be in his head.]

Chh...

[It's his normal scoff, but there's something different about it, something breathier to his voice likes he's just slightly thrown off balance. Like his head is spinning.

And maybe it is, but all the same he chides her.]

You missed.

[He goes to take her by the arms, pulling her back a little so she's in front of him again.

If he's going to hurt, then he might as well hurt.

His head tilts, he leans in, and kisses her. Hard.]

[She had no idea. All this time, she was completely clueless to his feelings. Maybe he was too. But now? This is what it's like to be loved in a way that leaves her with no doubt, and no insecurity. A guy doesn't kiss a girl like that if his feelings are uncertain or lukewarm. It shocks her to the core, and she can feel heat blooming in her chest to quickly spread through the rest of her.]

[This feeling...of being truly wanted, of being needed after trying so hard to keep up...it's addictive.]

Mhgh...!

[Can he blame her for the half-strangled little sob of joy in her throat? Does he have any idea how long she's been waiting for someone to reach out to her, and how good it feels to reach back and finally finally connect?]

[Her lips part as his mouth crushes hers, and her arms are rising to fold around his shoulders. Her fingers sift through his hair as she clings to him, wanting to fill that hole in his soul more than ever.]

[He pulls back sharply at that noise, breath coming heavy as he searches her face. Not in pain? Not hurt? Not horrified or disgusted? Good, he can carry right on then.

And he does, continuing to kiss her as hard as before, letting go of her arms so he can bring one of his own around he waist and tangle his other hand in her hair. He feels her do the same with his and he makes a noise, somewhere between growl and purr, against her mouth. He catches her bottom lip with his teeth. He keeps pressing her closer.

His chest aches like something's ripping him from inside out, every minute or so it causes him to stop and have to catch his breath. But then he's returning to her kiss. It hurts. It hurts like hell. But like this, it's almost... addictive, yeah, that's the word. Like how people get addicted to the sing of tattoos, but deeper, more powerful, and arguably far more rewarding.

But then, at some point, he really does need to catch his breath. He stops, pulling away to rest his forehead against hers, eyes closed and arms still holding her close as he breathes.]

... Seven minutes... I call bullshit... who can skip breathing for seven minutes...? This is totally bullshit...

[Her breathing has quickened significantly as well, but it's not entirely from holding her breath. Her cheeks are flushed as she smiles, feeling his breath wash warm over her face as his chest moves against hers. She's never been so aware of another living person before...never held someone this tightly, never been held so tightly in return. The intimacy is incredible, and more powerful than she ever thought it could be. She doesn't want to let go.]

Ha ha...!

[Orihime's lashes part as she regards his face with gentle affection. This close, his features are blurry, but she can see that his eyes are closed. She smiles and closes hers again, her fingers combing through his short pale hair to the nape of his bent neck.]

Y...yeah...I guess people kiss other parts, like the face or neck...but I'm not really sure. You're my first.

[She's pretty sure she's his first, too, so she doesn't ask.]

I had no idea it could feel like that. It's amazing...you're really amazing...

[She steals another kiss from the corner of his mouth. She has no idea how much time they have left like this, but once it's over, she's pretty sure she'll want to abandon the party and just go home with him. Their relationship has changed drastically, and she's surprised and excited about what happens next.]

Thank you.

[His smirk quirks hearing her laughter. There's a strange feeling when she plays with his hair like that, like his guts are churning but not in a bad way.]

Other parts? Weird.

[She's definitely his first. Most people would absolutely understand kissing other parts but Ichigo was kind of oblivious to that and being the hollow half of that guy did him no favors in this department. Even in his dreamed escapes so long ago, he didn't plan for anything like this to become a part of his life. ~~Definitely not living up to the sexy evil side stereotype here.~~

She kisses him once more and that almost gets him started again, but her words cut him off. He opens his eyes, brows furrowing with confusion.]

What are you thanking me for? I didn't do anything you didn't do. Besides, you know words like that are wasted on me.

[She could argue that. He really doesn't know what he did? Because she definitely knows there's a lot to thank him for. He made her feel wanted, and special. He chased away her insecurities with a kiss like that so she was left with no questions as to his sincerity. He was brave and opened himself up to be hurt, and he did it for her sake.]

[He made her feel like there was someone in this world that really loved her for all she was, good and bad.]

...You're right. It's weird to thank you out loud for that.

[Her lashes lightly skim his cheek as she pulls herself back far enough that she can look at him.]

But...I'm glad this memory of my first kiss is a happy one. I won't forget it, even when I'm dead for centuries and training to be a shinigami. And if I can't forget that, I definitely won't be able to forget you either.

Well now I'm curious.

[He mutters that with a smirk, but he lets her finish speaking.

When she puts it like that it sounds like a big deal. When she puts it like that, he thinks, maybe it is.

And then his grin falls. His brows furrow. He tries to laugh when he speaks then, but it doesn't come out right.]

Why do you have to forget me? And what the hell do you need to be a shinigami for? You've got power. You've got plenty of options for staying here. Who the hell says you have to go?

[Besides wanting to.]

I'm not immortal! But I guess that was accidentally grim, wasn't it?

[She smiles awkwardly. She'd rub the back of her neck, but she'd honestly rather just keep holding onto him.]

That probably won't happen for a really long while. We have lots of time to spend together.

[At least, she hopes so anyway. Life can be unpredictable, and because they have power, that attracts a lot of danger. So while she's optimistic that they'll have many years to get to know each other, maybe even love one another, she also knows that everything can change very quickly.]

Don't worry. I'll never forget you. I promise. It's kind of impossible, you're very unique!

[It's not being grim that he's worried about. His frown continues to deepen, until eventually he's shaking his head. He pushes back a little, not letting go but just creating some manner of distance.]

That's not what I meant!

[He huffs, growls really, but under it is a sort of strain he really doesn't want to touch.]

I mean why do you have to be a shinigami? Why do you have to stay with them if you do become one? There's so many asshole dead guys who live out here where they shouldn't, we could get you a new body easily, a new home-- whatever!

[Urahara did it. The vizards did it. His and Ichigo's frigin father did it. Why couldn't she?]

We could do something. You could-- [His teeth grind. His eyes squeeze shut.] You could stay with me...

[She blinks. Somehow this discussion became very heavy and serious. Are they really making plans about what to do when she's dead, not even five minutes after their first kiss? Does he really like her that much?]

Well...we don't have to decide something like that right away, I guess. I was hoping to see my brother again, but if you and I really do wind up in a serious relationship, then of course I'd want to be with you.

[She smiles up at him, not trying to close the distance he just established between them. She shifts her hands to his arms, allowing her fingers to rest comfortably on his sleeves.]

But I didn't even know you cared about me that way until you kissed me, so I don't really have any commitments or plans in mind just yet. So...maybe we should start out a little smaller, and go on a date. What do you think?

[She glances at the door, aware that their time is probably going to be up soon. At least she won't emerge flushed and breathless since she's had time to recover from his unexpected passion.]

[Ugh. He's no good at this stuff. She's off imagining her afterlife like it's no big deal and he's being slapped in the face by it. Now it's weird. And awkward. Why is he doing any of this?

Feelings are stupid. He can't believe he's getting embarrassed of all things. He makes a face.]

Right. Sure. A date. That's...

[Wait.]

A date? Like what?

[He gives the door a glance of his own. He swears if any of them burst in here now he's going to kill every last one.]

Oh, there's all kinds of things! I thought I'd ask once we get home so we could figure things out a little more privately, but...eeto...

[He seems really interested, and that's heartening. She's always wanted to go on a date herself, but had never been able to work up the courage. She could have just asked. Tatsuki said she'd been to the arcade with Ichigo, so it's not like he would have turned her down. But he also likely wouldn't have treated it like a date either.]

We could go to a festival together, or go on a picnic, see a movie, roller skate, walk in the park and feed ducks, go out to eat at a restaurant, bake something together...all kinds of things, really! It's not too different from how we usually spend time together, just...you know...a little more romantic because we can hold each other's hands, and kiss at the end. Things like that!

[He spends a minute staring at her. Then, bluntly, says;]

Sure. Lets do it.

[Why the hell not?

He doesn't specify what thing. There's a reason for that.]

Ha ha! All of them?

[She likes the way he thinks!]

Then all you have to do is decide which one you want to do first! I'm pretty excited, I've always wanted to try dating.

[Really, she should have had at least one date in her life. But with Ichigo being Ichigo, and Ishida being Ishida, and Tatsuki beating up all the hopeful perverts and intimidating those with lesser resolve...yeah, her love life hasn't exactly been fruitful.]

Do you want to head back out now, or keep kissing until the time is up?