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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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Edited 2024-03-02 19:06 (UTC)

( f/m. info here! )

[ ps ps ps huskerdust first times. lookin' for some soft scenes but open to suggestions! ]

[It started slow, which is...not Angel's style at all. He's a gung-ho, pedal to the metal, zero to sixty kinda guy whenever he hooks up with anyone -- which, granted, is really damn rare. Val doesn't like him giving it away for free, and having the threat of a hundred pissed off text messages blowing up his phone any time he so much as bats his eyes at someone kinda kills the mood.

But Husk is...different. He's always there, for one thing, pouring the rose-tinted martini before Angel's even fully stumbled through the door every night, keeping the neon of the bar lit up way past when anyone else has gone to bed, ready to listen to the spider bitch and moan and, eventually, actually talk. About how shitty his day was, or about shit from the living world -- his sister, his brother, his shitty parents and shitty, wasted life. It feels less shitty, talking to Husk about it. Usually Angel ends up actually laughing, leaning over the bar, sleepy-eyed and fond and letting the side of his hand brush against Husk's, just gently. He's not great at flirting anymore, not in a subtle, genuine way. It feels like the first time, all over again. Angel hadn't realized he could still feel this way.

Those nights turned into sitting up on the balcony, talking and drinking and watching the red-tinted sky, sometimes until the sun rose again -- another shitty day in Hell. But ringing it in with Husk felt different, like Angel was actually seeing the sunrise for the first time. So he kept making time for the bartender, kept sitting up with him and talking and laughing and subtly, gently flirting. And Husk kept being so damn respectful, every time, never reaching out unless Angel initiated it first, never holding on too tight or too long. It would be so, so nice...if Angel didn't have this enormous, ridiculous crush on the guy, and didn't spend every waking hour daydreaming about going farther, about actually holding his hand or leaning against his shoulder or -- gasp -- even kissing him.

Eventually, Angel decides he's going to need to abandon subtlety altogether, or he's never going to get anywhere. The only person he wants to absolutely ravish him is the one who won't, who won't even touch him without permission, and Angel has no idea how to navigate this. So, finally, on one of those early morning sunrise-watching not-dates, he turns to Husk and blurts out:] Hey, Whiskers, can I ask ya somethin'?

[ it's been strange, going through all of this. strange giving a shit about people again, strange caring if he himself lives or dies, strange actually wanting to spend time with someone on a personal level.

because sure, he's still shitty at all those stupid exercises charlie comes up with, but he does stick around for them and that's something, right?

he's less despondent lately, less at the end of his rope, and he knows it's because of angel. angel, who comes into the bar after a long night and just wants a drink and someone to talk to, both things that husk can provide easily. the part where husk had started to really, truly care about it, about him, to anticipate his needs and know just by the sight of him at the door if he'll need a couple extra shots in his martini or not that night.

husk is careful, when it comes to angel. because he knows how everything always goes for angel, how every piece of shit in hell treats him, and husk wants no part of that. so he chats, talks shit (affectionate), and cares. he keeps respect at the forefront, and he's happy, genuinely happy, to be a sort of rock in the ocean for angel.

he's also constantly worried about fucking it up entirely. because he does want more. he wants to move closer, to hold him tighter, to kiss him like he can help angel forget even though he knows he can't. to... well.

but angel deserves to be treated like something other than a fucking piece of meat, so that's what he's going to do. he's going to sit by angel, and love him, and do everything he can to keep him safe.

sometimes he thinks he can see a hint here or there, but he's still too nervous about fucking up to try anything.

he's attentive though, as always, and when angel speaks to him like he's in a rush husk blinks, looking over at him and nodding. ]

'Course you can. What is it?

[Part of Angel's still waiting for the inevitable fall, for the catch, the floor falling out from beneath him and sending him crashing to the floor. Because it always has, every time he'd thought he'd found something to trust. A nasty, wary, sharp part of him insists that all Overlords are the same, anyone who deals in souls isn't someone he can really put his faith in. But another, bigger part thinks about how safe he feels with Husk, and insists that can't just be another lie.

Which is the only reason he's saying any of this. That and the extra shot in his drink and the way the night air doesn't smell as putrid and brimstoney as normal, and the way the sunset is almost beautiful. Angel draws in a slow, shaky breath, one set of arms bracing himself against the roof while the other hugs his knees to his chest.]

We've, uh...we been hangin' out a lot lately, yeah? And it's...it's nice. I really, uh. [A soft huff, Angel raking a hand backwards through his hair.] Fuck, I really...I like ya, yaknow? And...and I was wonderin' if... [Oh fuck, he's actually blushing.] If'n you liked me too.

[Fuck that was hard. He sort of wants to die, again.]

[ it's not like husk isn't an asshole. he is, and obviously so. but being at absolute rock bottom does shit to a guy, and he knows, he knows, when it's important not to be. who it's important not to be for.

like here and now, with angel. angel, who makes him nervous in ways he honestly never really considered. and it's been a gamble, really, trying to figure out where they actually stand without asking any questions about it. but it seems like a gamble that's actually paid off, because angel just out and—

I really like ya, yaknow?

the spider isn't the only one blushing suddenly, because husk can feel his face heating up under his fur, tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth like he's incapable of getting anything out. idiotic of him, to pretend everything couldn't possibly mean what he wanted it to mean, when angel is right here confirming it's exactly what he wants.

needs.

both?

he doesn't know.

he swallows and finally unsticks his tongue, nodding before he says anything because it gives him a second to clear his thoughts. it doesn't work, and in the end he blurts out: ]

I don't spend time like this with just anybody, you know. It's gotta be someone real special.

[ stupid. idiot. fuck, why couldn't he just have said 'i like you too' like a normal person? ]

[Fuck, why isn't he saying anything. Should Angel say something else? Should he say he was kidding? Should he double down? Should he fling himself off the roof and hope he splats hard enough on the pavement to knock the memory of how awkward he feels clean out of his brain?

Arms around his legs, Angel waits for the inevitable, the rejection, but -- no. No, instead Husk is huffing gently at him in that voice like fingernails up his spine, making him shiver. There's a quick sideways glance as the bartender speaks, and those last two words -- real special -- send a lance of hope so sharp it aches right through Angel's chest.

He should stop now. That's enough. This can be enough. He can live the rest of his miserable afterlife on those words alone. But Angel's mouth is running away with him and he's asking before he can stop himself:] I don't mean as a friend, Husk. Ya...ya know that, right? I mean. As more'n a friend.

[ husk, frankly, isn't expecting angel to continue on, but his face darkens somewhat, flustered, when the words come out.

but... he has no protests, does he?

he smiles, finally, and uses one hand to cradle angel's jaw. gentle, not pressing for anything, just tactile and grounding like he always is when he initiates touch. ]

I know. ... Well, now I do. You'd always made a point about not really settling down, so it wasn't really something I assumed. But recently... [ recently, they've been getting closer and closer, confiding in each other, supporting each other. he sighs out a breath, but it's not upset. ] That's how I mean it too.

[Every time Husk blushes -- not super common, not really, he doesn't even blush when he's tipsy -- it's some kinda revelation. Like the damn sun shining or something poetic like that. It shakes Angel, in a way he doesn't know how to stand against. It makes him feel weak, right to his core.

And yet -- there's no damn defense for it, not the way it makes him feel or the soft touch of Husk's hand to his jaw, cradling it so, so gently. And saying things Angel knows he has no right to ask for. Not someone like him, damaged and fucked up and messy. A loser. Just like Husk.

So he leans into the touch, closes his eyes, lets out a shaky breath.] Yeah, well. I say a lotta shit, yaknow? Some stuffy old know-it-all bartender once called it an act. [And Angel had admitted it, in his way -- it wasn't an act, but it sure as fuck wasn't him. Acting is fun. Acting is something you do because you want to. Angel Dust is who Anthony needs to be -- ain't nothing fun about that.] And I ain't exactly...good at this shit. [This. Them. Whatever.]

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