#kissing scenes are hard

[khaopybara]

oh they want each other so bad, it's even embarrassing they're still playing cat and mouse.

LINGLING SIRILAK as FAHLADA THANANUSAK and ORM KORNNAPHAT as EARN SANITHADA episode 4 of THE SECRET OF US

[demigods-posts]

need a scene change in season five where percy asks for kiss because it's kind of a tradition. but instead of annabeth not looking at him. she stops what she's doing and walks up to him. they're nose-to-nose. staring at each other. and annabeth almost looks aggravated. until she tells him to come back alive and he'll see. and percy stares deep into her eyes just nods. and then they part ways. and immediately start kicking ass on opposite ends of the battlefield. and the remaining campers are stunned. but quickly gather themselves to exchange drachma before fighting because they placed a bet on whether or not these two have kissed yet. and apparently.

[wildflowers-inthemeadow]

when you wrote a fanfic that you are absolutely satisfied with, but then there is this kissing scene and it absolutely makes no sense, no matter how often you rewrite it.

*frustrated groan*

[demonicseries]

"will lokius go canon this season?" thats the not the question here. It's marvel. I know they won't. But i want to see just how close they will get to it. How much will they get away with? How much of the story they want to tell will make it through?

[bluerosefox]

Mystery Spouse

Danny and [insert any of the Batfam here] enter a whirlwind romance. (Danny on vacation while the Batfam member was on a forced too)

It's fast, it's chaotic, it's passionate. There is Oscar winning romance scenes (kissing in the rain after confessing deep feelings), miscommunication and heavy makeups. Etc etc.

In the middle of this romantic whirlwind, the two get drunk and get hitched.

When the morning after their wedding greets them they of course freak out but after talking it over they discover the pros outweigh the cons and decide to keep their marital status (and they maybe forgot due to reasons)

then the time for them to go home happens, the two keep in touch, sometimes finding time to go have dates but understand the other is normally busy with their jobs (and night jobs too, they talked about their hero personas so there is no misunderstandings)

It isn't until one of them gets hurt that their doctor gets in contact with their 'spouse' that their families discover they're married.

Cue shenanigans as their families try to dig up things on the mystery spouse.

[hazel-callahan]

me when my weird lesbian situationship just made out with me

[sweetsouldhavernas]

Tony DiNozzo and Ziva David ↳ UNDER COVERS

[bhaalschosen]

i forgot to post this one

i havent stopped thinking about the end of trespasser yet

[melovrs]

imagine studying w bf!ness,,,

he'll work thru problems u don't get, never getting mad or shaming u for not understanding :( ness is a good teacher, explaining topics you've been struggling to learn for weeks in a matter of hours !

if u still can't grasp the concept quite right, so he'll try his best to explain it to u ! and after long periods of studying, he'll feed u some sweets to get your energy back up & help u focus again ! and times where ur especially distracted (by his reading glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose and the slight messiness of his soft hair), he'll motivate u by offering pecks on ur cheeks every time you get a question correct !

this obviously fuels ur drive to study, though u already know he'll offer u kisses if u just ask ! playing along with ness' little studying game is fun for u tho, so u don't resist <3 he's so adorable when he's all focused on helping u understand a subject, that he doesn't even notice the lovesick gaze in ur eyes !!

& that's why he's especially surprised when u pull yourself onto him and press your lips onto his <3 your tongue slips into his mouth, your hands tangling in ness' soft hair. ness grabs onto your hips, his eyes fluttering shut, breathing heavily. his glasses bump against your nose, and you finally push yourself off him, satisfied.

"wha- what was that for, engel?" ness asks, his breathing uneven and heavy. his glasses lay crooked and slightly fogged up from both of your heavy breathing.

you smile, petting his head. "nothing, jus' wanted to kiss you."

"plus, you're so adorable when your glasses get all foggy after i kiss you," you breathe out.

engel - angel ♡

eee kiss scenes r so hard to write :( hope i did ness right <3

[itachanta]

"Don't cry, Meryl".

One of my favorite scenes from Trigun Maximum

Scans & translation by @trigun-manga-overhaul

[feymaid]

Master manipulation moment accidentally cute by having to kneel to kiss

[frozenfrogz]

I'm still here.

[damnamour]

ICI TOUT COMMENCE ― E854

[rin-moved]

FAVOURITE BL KISSES

NOZUE & TOGAWA OLD FASHION CUPCAKE (2022)

[casualavocados]

You look better this way. What way? Nothing. I couldn't get a hold of you for days. Did you work undercover in the school and help Zherui investigate?

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 08

[robiinurheart33]

Ghost hates it when they’re alone.

Solo missions always just felt like something methodical. Kill the target, get out of there. Laswell in one ear, Shepard in the other. The same thing over and over again, until he dies. Then he met Soap. Soap, who touched him like it was nothing, burning over layers of clothes. Soap, who asked him if he preferred coffee or tea in the aircraft when he knows Ghost was actively trying to ignore him. Goddamn Soap, who was always there now, to bump his shoulder or ask him stupid questions.

Suddenly, there were stakes now. There was something to lose. Missions now felt like there was some kind of reward at the end of the tunnel, which was a laugh, pat on the shoulder with a “Nice job eh, LT?” In that horrid accent. It’s suffocating. It’s embarrassing. He wants more.

They’re currently on a stakeout, and Soap was supposed to be asleep 2 hours ago.

Ghost looks down the barrel of the telescope, watching as the target closes his blinds. He sits back up and glances over at Soap who plops into the seat across from him, a small book in his hand. The smell of their Chinese takeout and shared hotel soap is still strong in the air, and the moonlight shins in a way that just makes Johnny look radiant. His Mohawk is still wet from the shower he took, the collar of his shirt wet. Ghost imagines him shaking his head back and forth like a dog. Soap starts to twirl his pen around in a way that he knows sooner or later he’ll accidentally lose control and fling to the ground. It’s quiet.

Ghost looks back out the window, mentally letting himself relax slightly for the first time since they arrived. They’re okay, he thinks. They’re as safe as they can be at the moment. His eyes lock onto the closed window, watching a pigeon land on the windowstill and start picking its feathers. Soap starts jiggling his leg and ghost does not start counting how many times he twirls his pen.

10,11,12…

Soap looks at him then turns out the window. Ghost knows that he’s starting to get peckish, and the granola bar sitting in his pocket starts to burn against his thigh. Honestly, he’s always been aware of his teammate’s strange quirks. Soap picks at the scabs at the back of his neck when he’s nervous, Gaz has a killer poker face, but his palms will always have crescent indents. Price blinks quite fast and irrationally when he’s faced with an impossible situation, then never blinks when he’s focused.

20,21,22… Soap opens his journal.

He noticed it a few months into working together, internally scolding himself for not noticing sooner. Small little thing it is, ripped around the edges with papers almost falling out of it. Clearly well-loved. Ghost wonders if he’s been mentioned inside. He wonders if he notices Ghost just as much as he’s noticed him. If Johnny knows that he knows he only got the scar on his chin from a beloved childhood dog, Penny. That he bites his knuckles when he thinks he’s alone to help him concentrate better. That he once chugged a can of beans on a dare and he got 2 pounds from it. That he was from a Roman Catholic household and that his father was a dickhead. That he only shaved his mohawk when he was a FNG and desperately wanted to impress his friends. That pretty shade of pink his ears turn when he-

38,39,40…

Johnny clicks his pen open and starts to sketch.

The skktch of the pen now fills the silence between them, and Ghost can feel Soap’s attention zero in on him now. He turns his head around to watch him draw, his head hovering over the page. He can see his mask being sketched out, and his ears feel usually hot. It’s cute, really, that Johnny considers him something worthy to be drawn. But the thing is… it feels like he knows how to draw it. he’s sketching down his hard covered mask, which he isn’t even wearing right now, and he’s not glancing up to make sure it’s accurate to the real thing. He’s drawn ghost before.

He doesn’t know how to react to that.

Johnny’s head starts to bob closer and closer to the page now, and Ghost tries to push down a small smile. Soap looks back up and catches Ghost staring at him, but he doesn’t look away. He knows by now that if he wanted to say anything, he would’ve already said it.

Just as he expected, he breaks the silence first.

“…wha’?” You’re so cute.

“You’re looking at me.”

“Astute observation, LT. Is it still night time?” Little shit.

“Wha ‘ave you got for us?”

Johnny covers his journal, ears turning that fucking adorable shade of pink. His smile grows wider.

“ Didn’t know you got yourself a little diary.” he can hear the smile in his voice now, tries to smother it down a notch. Christ, it’s like he’s 16 all over again.

Soap tsks. “It’s a journal.”

he huffs. “Right.”

“Am’ no lying!” His accent thickens up like it usually does when he’s being defensive.

“Never said you were. Drawin’ me now?” He looks down at his hands covering the journal, and he just knows Soap’s face is flushed now.

“ Yer a good subject, never movin like a statue. It’s good for practicing my still life.” Johnny’s ring finger twitches.

Liar.

Simon looks back up at him again, and watches in real time as his pupils dilate, moving slightly as if savouring the moment. His throat gets all prickly, and is suddenly remembering now 42 ways to kill him with just a pen.

He decides to throw him a lifeline. he’s only a man after all.

“…. At least get my good side, Sargent.”

“Full o’ shite, you.” A chuckle.

Now he can breathe easier. Johnny rests his knee up against the table and places his journal on it, resuming. Simon huffs in faux annoyance, rolling his eyes before looking out the window again. He looks at Johnny out of the corner of his eye, and he knows that he’s aware by the small smile peeking from the corner of his lips. His eyes keep floating back to Johnny’s features, the way the moonlight hits his face, the perfect slope of his nose, his eyelashes, his eyes, god. he feels a bit dizzy. It’s like his whole life he’s been trying to suppress the urge to feel anything for anyone. And now, he’s feeling just way too much. Affection, tenderness, it never meant anything to him. It’s all he feels nowadays. It’s sickening.

Ghost hates it when they’re alone. Simon preens at the intimacy.

They fall back into comfortable silence, Johnny 2 hours and 30 minutes over his allotted time to sleep.

Soap’s pov