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Kiss prompt 9 and analogical 💜

Fictional Kiss Prompts

9. One small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other.

        Congratulations

Virgil chewed at his thumb nail as he watched his math teachergrade the make up test. He tried his best to feign nonchalance. After all, hehad a reputation to uphold.

He glanced at the clock overhead. Had it really only been twominutes since he had turned the test in? It definitely felt like it had beenlike… at least fifteen.

Bouncing his leg up and down, he grimaced every time he saw thatred pen touch down on the paper. By the time his math teacher looked up at himand crooked his finger, Virgil had gone through every possible outcome.

Well, every possible negative outcome, in any case.

Breathing in deeply, the teen did his breathing exercise to calmhimself before he stood and made his way to the older man’s desk.

“I want to say before I give you your results, that I am veryproud of you. You did really good, for what it is worth, Virgil. Whateveryou’ve been doing, keep it up.”

He then smiled. Mr. Jones. Smiling.

That was rare if anything was. What on earth could he have possiblydone to cause such a reaction?

The paper was lifted off the desk and offered to him. He wanted tolook away. Just take the paper and leave and throw it away but his curiositygot the better of him and he glanced at the red mark at the top.

His eyes widened at the circled 87.

A… B. He had gotten a B.

His hand shook as he took the test. He was certain that it wouldchange and morph into an F at any moment but it didn’t, even as he pulled itfree from Mr. Jones hand.

“Good job.”

The man nodded at the door.

“Have a good Spring Break. See you week after next,Virgil.”

The anxious teen could only nod slowly as he turned and headed forthe door. He left, eyes still on the B score as he walked down the hall. Itwasn’t until he had cleared the math hall that it fully set in.

He was no longer failing the class.

Close, still, but he was no longer in the danger zone.

A smile slipped over his face, wide. He folded the test over andglanced around, taking note of his surroundings. As soon as he got hisbearings, Virgil rushed through the halls toward the hall where his tutor’slocker was.

Logan Wright. Straight A student. Junior to Virgil’s Sophomore.Vice President of the Student Council.

Everything Virgil was not. Yet, somewhere along the time spentwith the older boy as his tutor, Virgil had come to like him.

Perhaps a lot more than he should. Crushes on one’s tutor,especially one who was way out of one’s league, was never a good thing. Virgilwas constantly pushing such thoughts out of his mind.

Still, this was too good to not celebrate with the one person whomade it possible.

He reached the science hall where Logan’s locker was located.Immediately, his dark eyed gaze fell on the Junior.

“Logan!”

The bespectacled teen blinked up at him, question on his face.

“Virgil?” Virgil watched as the other reached up toadjust his glasses before turning toward him as Virgil made his way over.

“I passed the test!”

The other beamed, his deep blue eyes lighting up as a grin spreadover his lips.

“I knew you would.”

Virgil reached him. “Because of you!”

Logan shook his head.

“Falsehood, Virgil. You did it all on your own. I merely gaveyou the tools needed to get it done. This—” He pointed at the score on thepaper Virgil had presented to him. “This is all your doing and you shouldbe very proud.”

Two things happened in that moment.

Their eyes met over the test in Virgil’s hand, both smiling ateach other. The pride in Logan’s eyes was the icing on the cake and Virgilcouldn’t help but throw his arms around his tutor.

A hug, he had planned to give Logan since he first registered hisscore.

What he hadn’t planned, however, was closing his eyes and pressinghis lips firmly against the older boy’s mouth.

But that was just what he did.

Eyes widening, Virgil pulled back and held his hands up, the paperrising with the one that still held it.

“Oh fuck. L. Dude. I’m so sorry!”

Silence fell between them. Virgil saw Logan bring up a hand topress to his lips, his gaze falling to Virgil’s mouth. Absentmindedly, Virgillicked them, his own gaze falling to Logan’s as he moved his hand away.

They looked into each other’s eyes once more and a second laterthey were on each other, mouths molded together. Virgil’s arms wrapped tightlyaround Logan’s neck as the older teen wrapped his arms around Virgil’s body,pulling him firmly against him.

Somewhere in the far off distance, he heard a cat call and a fewlaughs but Virgil had not only passed his math test but was also kissing theboy he’d fallen for.

Absolutely nothing was going to ruin this for him.

When they finally pulled away, they both blushed, laughingbreathlessly.

Logan cleared his throat but made no attempt to move away.

“Congratulations.”

Virgil laughed. “At the kiss or at my test.”

Logan’s eyes crinkled at the edges as he snorted lightly.

“I’m very tempted to say both, though I know your brand ofsarcasm by now.”

Virgil laughed before shaking his head.

“No. I agree with both. Both is good.”

Virgil grinned as Logan laughed softly before the two leaned in toexplore each other’s mouths once more.

Perhaps Virgil should try to get better grades more often if thiswas how he would be rewarded.

He, for one, was definitely not complaining.

@romantichopelessly

Petting a marshmallow [x]

Where to begin with all this

i think the height of luxury for me would be a nice big tub. what use is a big bed to me, a bed that i could roll over ten times and not fall off? i have no one to share it with. what use is a big screen to me, a screen to put theaters to shame? i have no one to watch it with. but a bath tub, ah a nice big tub, one that allows me to fully submerge like i havent known since the time months ago i had access to a public pool, to submerge fully underwater, and not just any but warm, sweet smelling, private water that belongs to me me me. thats my luxury. thats my poison

every time i see a kid come out as lgbt im always like :)!!!!!!! just immense second hand pride it doesnt matter if i know them personally its just like. idk. it fills me w sincere joy to know that they feel like they can tell ppl. i love it. i hope for nothing but safety and happiness for every lgbt kid

Honestly the mere fact that some people refer to Daddy Long Legs as “harvestmen” is creepier than 90% of all deliberately created horror but like the worst part is that the alternative is calling them Daddy Long Legs

Virgil’s outfits throughout the years! I’ve been wanting to this for awhile, and I finally sat down and did… part of it. The others are coming eventually lol

Logan – Roman – Patton – Deceit

“No, no… That’s great and all, but… I thought every day was Caturday…”

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