#phhantastic

[beczor]

THIS as a prompt for dan/phil: ”i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face” (doesn’t have to be a ring obviously)

DECEMBER FIC ADVENT (KINDA) DAY 10

This One’s For You Dan/Phil 

Enjoy :)

[lupesalvarez]

i’m a little surprise they didnt give elena any online friends even? with being gay and that nerdy, she must be on social media or forums and becoming friends with at least one person???

Penelope mentions it in season one and we do get to see some of them aka the feminist gamers of echo park. But yeah, some more friends would have been nice.

[fille-lioncelle]

number 24 for Eva/Noora please?

24. Lingerie

Eva and Noora share a passion.

Well, Eva and Noora share many passions. For good food, and for making their friends happy. For some bands.

But this particular passion, is one for lace and satin and straps and bows and all things pretty and delicate. All those pretty, flimsy things to wrap around their most intimate parts like wrapping paper. Eva’s always liked lingerie, even though she’ll prefer cotton knickers and a comfy bra on almost any given day. But on date night? Or honestly I-wanted-to-feel-sexy-for-no-reason nights? On those days Eva likes to pull open the other underwear drawer.

On date night, like tonight, it’s an especially pleasing occasion. She gets to watch Noora slip on a bra that cups her breasts just so, threatens to let them spill over the lacy edge any moment. Gets to watch her roll long stockings up over her legs and hook them into the garter belt.Gets to watch her adjust the strap of a thong and retie the bow that sits just above her ass on the thin waistband as if by magic.

And Noora watches her back as she slips the body suit up down over her head, buttoning it close over her sex and just knows that Noora’s going to undo it later and bury her perfectly made up face between her thighs, lipstick a little worse for wear from food, and completely ruined by the time Eva’s screamed out her release on her tongue.

So, yeah. Eva loves lingerie.

And until it’s time to undress Noora like the prettiest gift, she gets to sit opposite her in her white blouse and black, high waisted trousers. Knows what she looks like underneath and can’t do anything about it, and honestly Eva likes the anticipation almost as much as she likes finally getting back home and laying Noora out on the bed.

“Fuck, Eva,” Noora moans when Eva pulls at the straps of her garters, lets them snap back sharply against the sensitive skin of her thighs, slaps Noora’s bare ass with the flat of her palm when she crawls over her to kiss the swell of Eva’s breasts through the lace of her body suit.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Eva says, smacks her ass again and watches the line of Noora’s spine curve as she pushes her ass out for Eva to do it again. Noora moans and goes down onto her elbows, ass up in the air, the silky length of the ribbon of her bow dangling down her back as she undoes the buttons of Eva’s bodysuit.

“You get so wet for me, babe,” she says, rubbing her fingers between Eva’s lips and over her clit. “God, I love it.”

“What else do you expect to happen when I know you look like this underneath your clothes?” Eva asks, and lies back, grabs the sheets in anticipation. They’ll take it in turns a few times tonight, but for now she’s content to let Noora lick her out and make her scream.

[fille-lioncelle]

what is the most overrated ship, in your opinion?

… I really don’t know? I don’t tend to think of ships as “overrated”, I’m too much of a ship and let ship kind of person.

But William/Noora type, girl-loves-boy-into-being-a-better-person-even-though-he’s-a-dick-and-doesn’t-deserve-her type things are generally overrated.

Straight ships? Straight ships are usually overrated. So many of them are just so dumb and make no sense and there’s no chemistry, but oh, there’s a guy and a girl so they MUST be in love.

OH! WAIT! ROSS AND RACHEL FROM FRIENDS. HOLY MOTHER—– !!!! It’s just not the most romantic thing ever blablabla? But public opinion seems to have caught up to that, so my inner 10 year old is feeling very vindicated for never having liked Ross.

(Ask me things about ships, if you want.)

[beczor]

DECEMBER FIC ADVENT (KINDA) DAY 7

To New Beginnings, Dan/Phil - "babe get ready for a night on the town, i just found an old Subway gift card and there’s still $9.45 left on it" as prompted by @phhantastic

Hope you like it! 

[beczor]

A "shut up" kiss with dan and phil

The first time - Phil suspects Dan might be mad if he tries it, and despite this being Phil’s ‘first’ serious relationship he knows to distrust movie tropes. It’s just, Dan gets in these moods that feel like whirlwinds at first, rooted in anxiety they will later learn to understand, where his words won’t stop coming and Phil finds himself slightly put on edge by it all. He’d kept his tongue firmly bitten the first time it happened seemingly out of nowhere, Dan fixating on seemingly nothing at all - but later it would all come out in the wash, as Dan sloped into Phil’s bed after uni and admitted he was failing.

But this time, this time, it’s about some youtube comment, a tame one at that but Dan is consumed by it. Every word that comes from Dan’s mouth is only making himself more frustrated, spurring him towards a Panic Attack.  

‘Dan,’ he says loud enough to interrupt, and stop Dan in his tracks.

Dan turns to him a little fiercely, and Phil almost backs down, except he moves slowly enough for Dan to pull away or tell him to stop. He doesn’t, and Phil firmly clasps Dan’s face in between his hands, can feel the heat radiating through the softness of his cheeks, he rubs his thumb firmly across his cheekbone. Then, unexpectedly, Dan lets out a shaky breath, and his chest seems to deflate a bit, his eyes instantly slipping closed - well then. Phil pushes forward, softly but firmly pressing his lips to Dan’s now much more softened mouth, Dan sighs into it letting his lips fall open, Phil briefly touches the tip of his tongue to Dan’s before sucking lightly on his bottom lip. 

He pulls away, and Dan meets his eyes blinking, Phil runs his hands slowly down the sides of his neck, before firmly grabbing his shoulders and smiling, ‘lets start from the beginning shall we? Slowly.’ 

Dan nods. 

Kisses fic meme

[fille-lioncelle]

troye and connor - making up kiss (pls i need this)

The anxiety has turned to something more pleasant, maybe anticipation but not quite, a while ago, but Connor can’t shake the nerves completey. Can’t look at Troye yet and not feel the echo of his broken heart. It’s stupid. Absolutely stupid because it’s literally been years. They’ve been on good terms again for a good while. They’ve attempted to go on double dates even, over the time. (All three of those attempts did not go all that well, and Connor doesn’t know why they attempted a second one after the first, but definitely not why they did it a third time after that one. Maybe things really do need to come in threes for people to understand them.)

Still. Troye was, in almost all the ways that count, his first love. His first out love. His first requited love. His first kiss, his first fuck, his first I love you, his first “maybe people do find each other this young”. His first real heartbreak too. And he knows he’s not Troye’s. He doesn’t think he wasn’t important to Troye, not the way the first few months after he’d left had felt, but he can’t help but wonder, now, if Troye feels this too. This lingering apprehension in the way their smiles and gazes and touches are starting to linger again.

Part of Connor thrills under the attention - not just because it’s Troye and he loved him once, but because it’s Troye and he quite likes the man he is now. And it’s always exciting, those butterflies and that question that follows you around. Will this go somewhere? Is this what he’s feeling too? Am I going to let myself fall into this?

But it’s tinged with that again that Connor’s fears tack onto all the questions. Can he let Troye in again? Can he stop being afraid Troye will leave him again?

Only then Troye smiles and Connor’s heart skips a beat and he agrees to brunch. Troye squeezes his shoulder and brushes a kiss to his cheek when he says goodbye and Connor’s belly fills with excited heat and he wonders when Troye will call again. It’s torture, in a way, but sweet torture too. Because Troye always does call again, seems to have accepted that Connor needs this from him for a while longer while he reminds himself of how many years have passed, how different they are.

Not different enough. Or just different enough. Different in ways that mesh together anyway.

Considering that when they gave this a go the first time around Connor was still in the throws of his sexuality crisis, it takes them longer to kiss this time. But when they do… oh. It’s perfect.

Troye is warm, and solid, and sweet. Gentle in the way he holds Connor’s face, gentle in the way he touches their lips together, gentle in the way he lets Connor decide where to take this kiss. Troye’s lips are smooth and practiced against his. Confident. He lets Connor pull him closer and run his hands through Troye’s hair, leans back against the wall at an angle that makes him slough a bit and lets Connor crow against him.

They kiss until the automatic light above Connor’s front door switches off again, turning the darkness behind Connor’s eyelids a few shades darker.

He blinks agains the light when it comes back on as he pulls away.

Troye smiles at him, trails a hand down Connor’s arm and holds onto his hand. Connor smiles back.

“Thank you for the date. I had a lovely time,” he says.

Troye’s smile widens. “Me too. I’d love to do it again.”

Connor nods, still smiling, then leans in to gently peck Troye on the mouth again.

“Good night.”

“Good night,” Troye answers, straightening up and watching Connor unlock the door to his home.

Connor makes himself not look back as he slips inside, the door falling shut with a final-sounding click behind him. He bends down to undo his shoelaces and toes off his shoes, phone ding-ing with a message.

from: TroyeSleep tight. ❤

[fille-lioncelle]

💕 nooreva

💕: who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people?

I think neither of them are particularly into huge (verbal) declarations of love in front of other people. Noora did the DramaticTM thing with William and that… well. She really doesn’t feel like repeating anything about that. And Eva for her part feels awkward under too much attention on her feelings, still. She’ll say “yeah, that’s my girlfriend and I love her”, but she’ll save the details of how she can’t help smiling when the sun catche’s Noora’s hair just so for just the two of them. Eva is the one who’s more tactile though, so she’s generally holding Noora’s hand, or has an arm slung around her and things like that.

They also both enjoy teasing Isak, so any huge declarations of love in front of other people are generally (purposefully Dramatic And Bad) impressions of Isak and Even.

(Heart Emoji Meme)