His First Kiss
Request: “can you maybe write an imagine about your crush being really shy and you giving them their first kiss and stuff please uwu”
(y/f) = your friend (y/c) = your crush (y/n) = your name
One of your friends decides that you absolutely must join them to watch The Fault In Our Stars, though you were mostly uninterested. Since they’re the kind of person that doesn’t like taking no for an answer you had to say yes, and you’re now in the car on your way to the movie theatre wondering why you caved in. As you walk into the entrance of the theatre you see (y/c) with one of his friends, who is apparently senstitive enough to have dragged him there too. You exchange glances, and a faint smile sneaks its way onto both of your faces. His hand lifts and greets you with a small, shy wave, signaling for you to come over. You touch (y/f)’s shoulder and point to (y/c) and his friend. She looks at you slyly and follows you toward them.
"Hey!" you say, with a huge smile on your face. He smiles back and whispers, "Are you seeing this by choice or am I the only one who was forced into this?"
"Oh my gosh, I was too!" you whisper back, laughing.
"Maybe…maybe we should just skip and hang out around the theater…if you want, we don’t have to, it’s up to you, don’t worry if-"
"Settle down there (y/c)" you say jokingly, "I’d love to. (y/f), you guys go ahead, we’re not really feeling it."
"Really?" she says, somewhat annoyed, "fine, I’ll see you later (y/n)! Have fun you crazy kids." She says, winking at you. You and (y/c) exchange glances, smiling shyly. The two of you head over to one of the tables in front of a fast food place in the theater, and have deep conversations about your pasts and regrets and whatnot, and eventually learn that (y/c) hasn’t had his first kiss yet.
"I feel lame because of it," he says, laughing, "like I’m the only guy my age who hasn’t managed to kiss someone yet."
"It doesn’t make you lame at all!" you protest, "it’s actually really cute!" He smiles and breaks eye contact, letting out a small laugh as he looks down shyly.
"Sure it does," he says, still feeling a bit ashamed of it.
"Well.." you begin to say,"..if you really feel that awful about it…" he raises his head and looks into your eyes quizically, curious about what you’ll say next. "Can I kiss you?" you ask. It leaves your mouth before you’re even aware you were going to say it, and both of you seem to be caught off guard by it. He blushes and smiles at you;
"I’d love it." He says. You sit closer to the edge of your chair, shifting the weight of your body on the table. He leans further toward you, smirking adorably. You lift your hand to his chin, and tilt it a bit upward, directing his lips to yours. As your lips lock together he brings his hand to the side of your head, and thankfully he seems to have a natural talent for kissing. You can only hope that he’s thinking the same thing. He leans back a bit, just so your noses are touching.
"Wow," he says, smiling.
"Was that too forward of me? Was it weird? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to m-"
"No, not at all." He interrupts, "I’m…I’m really glad I can say that you were my first kiss. Proud, even." The two of you smile at each other, and, not caring about who’s watching you, resume your adorable kissing.