It was soft; just a gentle press, like a test, a question.
Then another; slightly firmer, like a reply.
Then another; bolder, this time - an affirmation.
Then another.
And another.
As first kisses went, it wasn’t fueled with passion or fervour. It was cautious. fragile. It was like unspoken words. Like a quiet conversation between two people who were desperate to convey their thoughts, yet scared they would be misunderstood.
i drew a scene from Front and Centre by crazyrandomhappenklance on ao3 :D it’s such a gorgeous rivals-to-lovers fic, there’s frontman keith and broadway-loving lance and so much music and karaoke!! the latest chapter gave me a heck load of feelings 😭💕
here’s the link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/16686847/ ♥
I'm so blessed to have inspired such beautiful art by such an amazing artist! I still think I'm dreaming 🙏🏼🙌🏼😭🥺😭🥺❤💙✨




















