#twokisses

[vegas2014]

trying to work submitting your thesis around hudcon met gala posting is exactly the kind of vibe I know tumblr for. top priority vs Top Priority. you know

may it really is so serious

[userlesbian]

omg I love the pfp+theme change!!! gorggggg. PINK!!! - @fryday

omg thank you may :)

[pipsqueakparker]

23 :D

from this list of prompts: 

a hug that some might consider as ~too long~ 

thank you, anon, and also thank you, @twokisses​, for sending this prompt! I hope you both enjoy this one~ 

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SIMON 

I’m going away with Dev and Niall for the long weekend, but the way Baz is acting you’d think I’ve been sent off to war. 

Probably he’d argue that I am, or that it’s close enough. 

He came over last night to hang out and help me pack, but if I’m honest he’s been much more a hinderance. Not that I’m complaining about my fit boyfriend snogging my brains out rather than helping me fold up my pants and trousers, but I’m just saying. 

Dev’s outside now. He’s just texted me telling me to that they’re waiting. 

“You don’t have to go,” Baz reminds me, his hands sliding down my arms until his fingers slip between my own. I laugh and lean into him, bumping our noses together. 

“I know,” I say. “I want to.” 

Baz sighs, brows furrowed. “I truly can’t fathom why.” He steps even closer, hiding his frown in the crook of my neck. “I’m 98% certain Dev’s a demon.” 

“You’re probably right, love. He’s a good time, though.” I bring my arms up around his shoulders, holding him close to me. “Just wish you were able to come, too.” 

“I’m equal parts relieved and frustrated by my conflicting schedule.” His arms snake around my waist, squeezing me as he tries to tuck himself further into me. I rub my hand down the curve at the top of his spine, he’s three inches taller than me and trying to bury himself into my arms. 

“I’ll call you at night,” I promise. His arms tighten and he lifts his head to rest our cheeks together. He’s not shaved today, I can feel the rough stubble on his cheek as he presses it firmly against mine. “And I’ll be back Tuesday morning. It won’t be too long.” 

Rather than respond verbally, Baz hugs me even tighter. I feel him raise one of his legs and hook it around my hip, using it to pull us even further into each other. Our torsos are crushed together so tightly I swear he can feel my heart beating in his own chest, and his stubble’s going to leave a burn on my face if he smooshes us any closer together. 

It’s like he’s trying to smush us into one being, fuse into one being. I’m almost convinced he can, if he just tries hard enough, and I’m expecting it as he holds onto me. 

We’re stood right in the middle of the lounge, not moving except to hug tighter, press closer, pull harder at the other. Baz has one hand fisted in my curls and the other digging into my shoulder, beneath my shirt. 

I can feel him growing warmer the longer we stand here. 

I don’t know how much time passes before my phone chimes again, breaking the silence. 

Baz groans when I finally pull away. It’s unfortunately too easy, we must not have gotten as close to fusion as I’d hoped. 

I’ve got another text from Dev, a large paragraph of lewd jokes and suggestive emojis. 

“Think your cousin’s getting impatient with me,” I laugh. Baz rolls his eyes, at Dev I imagine, then finally kisses me. 

“Come back to me.” He whispers as he pulls away, and I smile and nod. 

“Always, love.” 

[kitbuglove]

caity my love!!! would you do me the honour of writing 21. one kiss limit for the kiss prompt thing? 😚❤️

Hi love!!!! I hope that what I did here was alright (:

You can read this on ao3 here. 

Simon and I are getting married in the morning. We’ve been handling the chaotic nature of the pre-wedding week, filled with last-minute add-ons, familial breakdowns, and cake drama.

(It’s been dreadful.)

Penelope tried to keep us apart the night before, but she (along with superstitious traditions) never had a hope of keeping us apart. 

(We needed it. We’ve hardly had any time alone. Certainly, we won’t be getting any time for just the two of us tomorrow.)

He snuck into my room after swearing Shepard to secrecy (something about promising to tell him about the chimera we fought.) 

We both know that Bunce will find out in the morning, but I don’t think either of us cares very much. Nothing she can change about it. 

“Are you nervous?” He asks.

His arms are wrapped around my torso, squeezing me tight.

“About marrying you?” I ask. “Dreadfully so. I’ve signed myself up for a life of pastries and discussions about butter.”

Simon shifts and lifts himself up, a look of worry plastered on his face.

Maybe the night before the wedding wasn’t the time to make a joke.

“Are you really?” He asks.

“Simon.” I lift my hand up to cup his cheek, softening my expression, letting him see how I feel plainly on my face. “Of course I’m not nervous about marrying you. That’s the one thing I am confident about. I want to be married to you.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he whispers, a smile replacing the worry on his face.

“I am, however, worried about the open bar and my aunt Fiona,” I say, pulling him down closer to me, letting him put his head in the space next to my neck. “I think that mixed with Shepard and his innate persistence on talking with everyone could end poorly.”

Simon lets out a low whistle.

“Did Penny tell you about the kiss limit she is setting?” 

I frown.

“What?”

“Yeah.” He shifts to look up at me, holding his head up with his hand, elbow resting on the pillow next to me. “She said at the alter we can only kiss once and it shouldn’t last more than ten seconds.”

“And why is she setting this limit?” I ask, wondering where Bunce gets off thinking she can limit our kissing.

I hadn’t planned to slip Simon the tongue in front of the crowd or anything.

But if Bunce is giving me a challenge…

“She said she lived with us long enough to know how we operate. That the ceremony will take at least twice as long if she doesn’t physically restrain us.”

I hum in response, pondering my next move.

I put a finger under his chin, pulling him to me.

When I kiss him it’s not rough or rushed. It’s a kiss that says forever.

Forever I will love you.

He lets out a deep breath, shifting closer and leaning into the kiss.

I don’t count (I don’t need to. Not when I know I’ve got a lifetime of kisses coming my way. It’ll never be enough, not with him, not for me, but I know I don’t need to think of the time when we do) but it’s certainly longer than ten seconds.

Someone could come bursting in, telling me how we are nearly late for the ceremony, our lips sore from kissing, and I might believe them.

(I’d probably kiss him again, frankly.)

We part, and I open my eyes to see the man, who in less than twelve hours will be my husband. 

“Screw Penelope Bunce and her kiss limit,” I whisper, moving a curl off his forehead. “I’ll kiss my husband as much as I want.”

He laughs, leaning down close enough for our lips to touch, but not kiss yet.

“What about your fiancé?” He asks, letting me feel the words against my lips. 

I put my hand around his neck, pulling him down into a chaste kiss.

“Now my fiancé is a different story,” I say when we part. “He’s on borrowed time. There’s only-” I check my phone on the stand next to me. “Eleven hours and thirty minutes before my husband shows up. So he’ll need to get on with it.”

Simon smiles, a soft laugh coming from his mouth.

“Oh really now?” He jokes. 

“Yes,” I tsk in disappointment. “And he does get quite jealous too, so I’d suggest not dawdling and make sure to kiss me as much as you can.”

I try to keep a straight face, but when Simon’s laughter fills the room I can’t help but join in. 

Our last night before marriage is exactly how I’d hoped it would be.

Laughter, kisses, whispered confessions in the dark.

Reading our vows to only each other in the light of the moon, allowing the other to cry, kiss, and laugh in the privacy of each other’s presence. 

We do fall asleep eventually (for two hours), making sure to leave Simon enough time to sneak back to his room without being caught. 

                                                     ______

When Simon and I are standing at the alter, I catch eyes with a tearful Penelope and give her a wink and a smirk, before I lean in to kiss Simon.

This time I make sure to count.

1…

2….

Shouts of celebration come from the audience as I hit 12.

13…

14…

15…

When I get to 18 I hear Penelope groan.

But when we part, I see her smiling.

I knew she was bluffing. 

[bewareofthenotsonewphannie]

53 :D

- @fryday

ouhhhhh great one!!

[gerardwaysbob]

hi zee! f and q for the ask game? :D

- @astrophilip

F - Fashion; What are some of your favorite Dan and Phil looks?

Q - Question; You can ask one question each to Dan and Phil and they will give you an honest answer, what will you ask?

stealing from @dnpbeats but i would LOVEEE to know phil's first impressions of dan and vice versa like i want a really in depth answer on what they thought of each other when they first met and when they first got on skype together and what happened the day they left after meeting for the first time like what emotions were going on and what they thought

[crisistwink]

hi! p and u for the ask game? ✨

- @astrophilip

P - Phil; What is your favorite video from Phil's main channel?

i have so many but my favorite phil solo video is def either COTY bc it's so simple and it's so phil, a tour of my plants (living and dead) or it's trying to catch and rescue an injured wild pigeon! i love all of his older weirder videos too. but if we're talking joint content then definitely all the wdapteo videos, i try to give dan a haircut, dan is leaving me, and this most recent one!! i've rewatched all of them multiple times.

U - Underrated; What is the most underrated Dan and Phil video?

the charades videos are so fucking funny i will die on this hill (specifically the one where dan loses his voice)

ty so much for asking! 🤍

[kitbuglove]

please,,, give me physical affection prompt 12 from your wonderful brain

Ahh! I’m so sorry I forgot that you asked for 12 as well!

I did it here :D