#compliment and complement genuinely makes my eye twitch

[slytherinshua]

ik english is hard and ik mistakes happen but people who repeatedly mix up quiet quite and quit, they're their and there, lose and loose, you're and your, effect and affect, compliment and complement, ensure insure and assure, breath and breathe, or then and than genuinely drive me crazy esp in fics 😭😭😭😭

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Hi! You asked for Geraskier prompts. What about some fluff? Jaskier heard that Witchers can’t blush so he tries to make Geralt blush by complementing him ?

Yay, thank you for the prompt!! This was so much fun to write. :D

CW: mild innuendo, reference to beheading?? Otherwise it’s pretty tame. ~1.6k of fluff coming right up!

Jaskier is eighteen, and Geralt is quite the most interesting man he’s ever met.

Of course, he’s handsome too, which doesn’t hurt. But for the moment Jaskier is mostly concerned with the fact that he’s a witcher. Jaskier has heard countless rumors and tales about witchers but he never imagined he would have the chance to actually meet one. He can’t pass up the chance to confirm the truth of what he’s heard, straight from the source.

“Geralt, is it true that witchers can see through walls?”

Even though Jaskier has to jog to keep up with Roach and is only treated to a view of the man’s broad backside, he can hear the eye-roll in Geralt’s dry response:

“No.”

“Well that’s a shame. I imagine brothels would be quite interesting places if you could.” Jaskier’s lute bangs against the back of his thighs, and he hoists the strap higher on his shoulder. “Speaking of which, is it true that witchers have—ah, how to put this delicately—inhuman stamina?”

“I can outrun you.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Geralt shrugs, and Jaskier puts his hands on his hips, his mouth twitching into a pout.

“You’re no fun at all, Witcher.”

What he won’t ask is if it’s true that witchers don’t have feelings. Jaskier had banished the idea as rubbish from the first, when he’d gone up to Geralt in that tavern in Posada and found him brooding. One cannot brood without feeling.

“Is it true that witchers can smell fear?”

At that, there is a telling pause.

“Yes.”

“Huh. That’s interesting. Can’t imagine how that’s useful though. I’ve always found it quite easy to tell when someone’s afraid, they go all bug-eyed and their hands start to shake and they stutter a lot.” 

“You’d be surprised.” Roach flicks her tail, narrowly missing Jaskier’s face. He dodges to the side, stumbling a bit on the dirt path. “Some people are good at hiding it.”

Jaskier shrugs, uninterested.

“Hmm, what else. What else,” he taps his chin, trying to dredge up the other rumors he’s heard.

“If you can’t think of anything else we could walk in silence,” Geralt says hopefully. Jaskier laughs, shaking his head. The very idea.

“Oh! I’ve got one.” He picks up his pace, jogging forward until he’s far enough ahead of Roach that he can turn and walk backwards, keeping ahead long enough to see Geralt’s expression. “Is it true that witchers can’t blush?”

“Where did you hear that one?” Geralt looks unimpressed. He flicks the reins and Roach springs into a trot; Jaskier has to leap to the side to avoid the devilish mare. Thankfully Geralt doesn’t seem intent on leaving him behind; after a few paces Roach slows to a walk again, though Jaskier is huffing by the time he finally catches up.

“Oh, you know,” Jaskier wheezes, clutching a stitch in his side. He waves a hand vaguely. “Around.”

He’d heard it in reference to the only place on a witcher’s body blood could rush to, but, well. Geralt doesn’t need to know that.

“Yes. It’s true.”

“Is it really?” Jaskier squints up at Geralt. He wishes he was a witcher who could sniff out lies. “You know it’s illegal to lie to a bard, don’t you?”

Geralt doesn’t answer, and now that Jaskier has run out of questions his mind seizes on a new game.

Make Geralt blush.

“Hey, Geralt!” Jaskier swings his lute around and plucks a few notes. “You ever heard the one about the fishmonger’s daughter?” And without further ado, he launches into the most downright filthy version he knows. It’s barely even innuendo, containing outright descriptions of exactly what the fishmonger’s daughter likes to do with her catch, even including a few dramatic moans and sighs on Jaskier’s part because he is nothing if not an excellent performer. He keeps a close eye on Geralt’s expression, but to his dismay all he sees is the gradual tightening of his jaw and flattening of his eyebrows. By the end of the song he looks downright murderous.

“I’m guessing you didn’t like that one. Heh.” Jaskier plucks a discordant note, underlining his failure to please the witcher with his song, as well as rouse even the faintest of pink tones to his pale skin. “Well, not everyone has a sense of humor. That’s alright.”

Damn it. What could he do to make a witcher blush?

After another mile or so Jaskier is forced to admit that the sex angle simply doesn’t affect the witcher. He’d tried everything--describing some of his own conquests, real and imagined, and he’d even faked a limp and sighed wistfully about his night with the innkeeper’s son! None of it has any effect on the man. And, with a cruel spike of embarrassment that brings heat to his own cheeks, Jaskier abruptly realizes it’s because the century-old witcher likely has seen and done things he can scarce imagine. 

It’s all old hat to him, then.

“Have it your way then, you big old brute.” Jaskier consoles himself by playing his favorite songs at the loudest possible volume, his voice echoing off the canyons. He thinks Geralt has mostly tuned him out, until abruptly he wheels Roach around and makes a sharp gesture at Jaskier. His yellow cat-eyes scan the surrounding hills.

“Shut up, bard.”

Jaskier scoffs, and strums a few loud chords.

“Well you could at least ask nicely if you’re--”

An arrow stabs into the ground, an inch from Jaskier’s foot. Jaskier jumps into the air with a yelp.

Bandits seem to pour down from the hills, and Geralt and Roach charge in to deal with them. Jaskier, weaponless and frightened, darts off of the path in the opposite direction, down a small gully to hide behind a bush.

Well, he hasn’t lived this long by sticking around for the danger! Someone has to live to tell the tale, after all.

It’s over faster than Jaskier would have imagined. He catches glimpses of Geralt moving smoothly through the fight, a whirlwind of steel and white hair. The big witcher actually looks graceful, spinning on one heel and swinging his arm in a broad arc to lop off the last bandit’s head. Jaskier swallows, feeling odd and sort of warm all over.

When he’s certain the bandits are dead he doesn’t hesitate to scramble up the hill to where Geralt is standing amidst the carnage, sheathing his sword.

“Do people do that a lot?” Jaskier tells himself his voice isn’t that shaky as he brushes off the knees of his trousers and hoists his lute onto his back. “Just attack you out of nowhere?”

“Hmm.” Geralt stands from where he’d been crouched over one of the corpses. He slips their purse into Roach’s saddlebags, then mounts her in a smooth motion.

Jaskier wrinkles his nose at the corpse. He doesn’t usually see death up close like this--his experience is more of the ‘passing by the suspicious lump in the alleyway without looking too closely’ variety. He’s frightened, but with Geralt at his side starts to feel a little bit brave. The bandit certainly isn’t scary like this, with his stupid head lying across the path. He sticks his tongue out at the corpse and then jogs after Geralt and Roach.

“Well, they should know better, shouldn’t they? I don’t think you even broke a sweat.”

“Hmm.”

“No, I mean it. That was genuinely impressive.”

“Shut up, bard, or you’ll draw more of them.” Geralt turns his head away, but not before Jaskier catches something interesting in his expression. He jogs forward, until he’s striding beside Roach and level with Geralt’s knee. If he looks out of the corner of his eye he can just barely make out Geralt’s face. A sly smile curls his lips.

“Do people ever compliment you? Or are they too busy shitting themselves because you’re a big, scary witcher?”

Geralt stares straight ahead. 

“That’s a shame, really. Compliments do wonders for the self-esteem. I can’t go long without one before I simply wither away like an autumn leaf. And there’s so much to compliment you on.”

“Fuck off.”

“Geralt, I’m being serious.” Alright, so maybe he was also teasing a bit, but Jaskier’s voice took on a strident, genuine note as he turned his head to gaze up at the witcher. “What you did back there might seem like nothing to you, but I was terrified. If they wanted to kill me they could have done so easily, except you were there so now they’re all lying in pieces while we make our merry way on. Take that, bandit, you don’t need your legs!” Jaskier laughs and makes a slicing motion as if severing an imaginary bandit’s torso from his lower appendages.

“It’s nice, not to have to be afraid of whatever random asshole comes my way. I think I’ll stick with you after all. It doesn’t hurt that you’re easy on the eyes as well.” Jaskier winks. Geralt keeps darting his eyes between Jaskier and the path ahead. He looks distinctly uncomfortable, but Jaskier doesn’t think it’s in a bad way at all. “Big witcher man with your nice hair and all that muscle beneath your armor. You looked like you were dancing, you know.”

“Jaskier…” It’s a low growl, a warning, and it sends a shiver straight down Jaskier’s spine. He bites his lower lip to keep from smiling too broadly, and that’s when he sees it:

The distinct, pale pink undertone blooming to life beneath Geralt’s glowing (beautiful) yellow eyes.

Oh. Jaskier is in trouble.

He clears his throat, taking a few steps to the side and letting Roach get a little bit ahead of him. He strums his lute, a spring in his step as he follows his witcher, imagining feeling the heat of Geralt’s blush beneath his fingertips.

[taetaespeaches]

“The displeasure was mine.”

hoseok x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.8K

a/n: Hi lovelies! This is Hobi and Petal/reader’s first meeting and well Petal is not impressed. But also, she’s intrigued. And secretly fond. But mostly annoyed. And Hobi is just happy and fond and he enjoys teasing her and yeah, it’s fluff but also idk what it is. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

IT was just a comment. Or a question rather. It shouldn’t have set you off the way it did, but the way it was asked, with complete lack of knowledge of who you really were and a total misunderstanding of your personality, it was… annoying.

Maybe it was also the way in which he asked the question. Stringing the words together through that sunshine grin he’d been flashing to everyone since he arrived.

More likely than not, it had everything to do with the fact that you had a shitty day and weren’t in the mood for partying, but had promised your friend that you would make an appearance, and was instantly reminded of that the second you tried to back out from coming. That was probably to blame.

But this man, irksomely handsome and optimistic, and for some reason on a mission to cheer you up, just had to ask you the question that was now grating on you as you mustered a tight smile in response to his bright one.

“Why are you so serious?”

That was it. That was all he asked.

You stared at the man for a total of three seconds before giving him the tiniest forced smile, knowing full well it relayed your annoyance.

“Do I know you?” You finally asked, the man’s eyes widening as he slowly shook his head.

“I believe this is the first time we’re meeting,” he replied, a bit more nervous than his initial question to you. He sat on the arm of the sofa that was perpendicular to the loveseat you were seated on.

“Right,” you nodded a couple times. “So why are you asking me about my mood as if we’ve met before?”

The handsome man simply stared at you for a split second before his smile widened once more, his almond-shaped eyes turning to crescents with his unflinching cheerfulness. “Well, I’m Hoseok,” he told you, holding a hand out to shake.

Scoffing at him, you looked down at his hand before meeting his gaze again. However, you noticed the knowing expression on his face as he took in the slight curve up on your lips that unwelcomingly appeared on your own face.

“Hoseok,” you repeated. “You’re the idol.” You had heard about the man before through your mutual friend who went to school with Hoseok. He cocked his head at you in excitement that you’d heard of him before. “You have an idol look,” you noted, the man giggling at the comment. Why did his laugh have to be so cute?

“What does that mean?” He asked curiously, the smile still planted on his features, not quite as wide but equally as bright.

“Handsome,” you shrugged, watching how that smile morphed into a boastful one as he shot you an arrogant look. Oh jesus.

“You think I’m handsome?” He asked, raising his eyebrows slightly, relishing in the compliment.

Looking at him with a judging expression, you looked away from him to scan the rest of the room. “Looks aren’t everything.”

As he chuckled in amusement you rolled your eyes, looking back to him. The annoyance you felt toward the man probably had nothing to do with Hoseok himself and everything to do with your poor mood, but suddenly it felt like your heart was pounding against your chest out of irritation. It had to be irritation.

However, despite the bothersome presence of the dude who seemed to be the actual embodiment of the sun, you found that your eyes were drawn to him. Before he approached you from across the party, you’d been watching him conversate with the other partygoers. It seemed like there was a spotlight that followed him across the room.

You had watched how he made the rounds, chatting with anyone and everyone, making it his goal to evoke laughter from them all. His bright enthusiasm appeared to be an act of service, as he tried to leave each individual happier than when the conversation first started. He seemed to get a high from entertaining the party. Like he wanted people to like him, or felt like it was his duty to provide cheer everywhere he went.

“Are you at least going to tell me your name so I know who had the complete displeasure of meeting me?” He joked, the comment nearly earning a genuine chuckle from you, but you held it back, instead just letting your mouth spread into a smile. “Ah, she smiles.”

“Occasionally,” you joked back. “Displeasure, I like that,” you added before telling him your name. “And yes, the displeasure is mine,” you smirked. Looking down at his hand, you realized he was still holding it out for you to shake, the smallest of breathy laughs leaving you. “Wow, you are persistent.”

“I’ll just leave it there, no pressure,” he told you, and you couldn’t help but smile a little longer.

“What’s your stage name, Idol Hoseok?” You suddenly asked, not even sure why you asked the question. Why did you care?

Twitching his head to the side quickly, he smiled at you. “You know,” he started, “I’m more than just an idol.” Though the words were said in a lighthearted tone, it felt as though they were cloaking a sentiment that may have touched on a bit of the man’s vulnerability. In fact, the overall cheerful demeanor, as genuine as it appeared, also seemed to be a mask or a shield of some sort, keeping people at a distance from the man underneath. As annoying as he was, he was intriguing.

“Mhmm, of course,” you told him dismissively.

Letting out a light chuckle, he shook his head. “J-Hope. That’s my stage name,” he told you.

“Oh, fitting,” you told him genuinely, completely understanding the name. Anyone who met Hoseok for even a few seconds surely understood why ‘hope’ was part of his stage name.

“Yeah?” He asked, acting just the slightest bit cocky once again. “Are you feeling more hopeful right now?”

“Mmm,” you hummed in feigned thought. “I’m hopeful this conversation might end soon. Does that count?”

Again, the man had the audacity to flash you that literal sunshine of a smile. “Well, hope is hope,” he told you through the smile. The comment once again had you letting out a small breathy laugh as you fought a smile, nodding at him. “Did you know that you are a very pleasant person to be around?” he asked teasingly.

“Yeah, it’s actually one of my stronger qualities,” you told him sarcastically.

“It must be right up there with friendly and approachable,” he joked back, making you once again have to hold back a laugh.

“Exactly,” you nodded. “That’s usually how people describe me.” Hoseok stared at you for a moment with a… fond smile. Why did he appear fond?  

“I’m sure,” he said simply, giving you a small smile. “You know you’re allowed to have fun at these things, right?”

“Who said I’m not having fun?” You questioned while cocking your head to the side.

“Well, your face,” he told you through a small smile.

“Ok, but like I pointed out already, you don’t even know me,” you reminded the man, his eyes immediately widening in panic.

“No, I-”

“You can think whatever you want about me, Hoseok,” you interrupted his scrambling for an explanation for his comments. You’d heard all the comments before about you being stuck up or moody or boring, Hoseok wouldn’t be the first or last to person to have that opinion of you. He was just one of the first who actively tried to cheer you up, and for some reason, the endearing sentiment of that action was angering.

“I don’t have an opinion-”

“Also, I don’t need you to try to cheer me up,” you added, glaring at the man. “I’m quite content in all my moodiness.”

“Look, I’m sorry if I offended-”

“No, don’t apologize,” you shook your head. “It’s fine, I just think you and I don’t really complement each other very well,” you told him bluntly, the man’s eyes widening in surprise.

“Well, maybe I beg to differ,” he commented, you letting an annoyed smile toy on your lips as his mouth curved into a smirk, almost as if he was accepting a challenge.

Pulling your eyebrows together in confusion at his expression, you stood up to leave the party you didn’t want to attend in the first place. “Thanks for the frustrating but slightly entertaining conversation, Hoseok,” you prepared to bid him farewell. Reaching your hand out, Hoseok giggled at the gesture, placing his own hand in yours. He squeezed your hand, the feeling of his warm soft hand against your own causing your heart to race once again. Um, what the fuck?

“Nice to meet you,” he told you with that infuriating smile that you couldn’t look away from.

“The displeasure was mine,” you replied, the man laughing once again, his mouth wide open as he let the amusement flow through him freely. Annoying. And definitely not just because it was way too cute for someone you were supposed to be irritated by.  Pulling your hand from his, you took a step away from him before meeting his gaze again. “Maybe if I’m unlucky enough I’ll see you around again,” you smirked.

You were met with his smile once again, as cheerful as ever. It seemed as though he knew he could get under your skin by being overly bubbly in your presence when you were throwing nothing but insults and unpleasantries.

“Already looking forward to it,” he teased, you rolling your eyes before finally walking away.

Hoseok watched as you crossed the room, walking up to your friend and telling her something, probably letting her know you were heading out.

He observed you as you smiled brightly at the mutual friend, adorably scrunching your nose as you giggled at something she said. A feeling of affection as well as a jealousy settled in his chest. You were stunning, cute, and surprisingly warm, but he wanted that directed toward him.

Scanning the room one last time as the friend talked to you, Hoseok smiled and gave you an arrogant head nod when your eyes landed on him. Blinking a couple times at him with a judging expression, you looked away from him, Hoseok chuckling to himself on the arm rest.

Continuing to stare at you, unable to look away, he watched as you hugged the friend and made your way to the front door. Just as Hoseok was about to look away from you to direct his attention to the partygoers who all seemed a bit less interesting after meeting you, you surprised him by looking back one more time.

With your eyes locked on one another’s, Hoseok gave you a small genuine smile as you resisted the urge to smile back. And with that, you left the apartment, but you stayed firmly in Hoseok’s mind.

And he didn’t think you’d ever leave.

[sunshinedjh]

Phan Fluff: The Premier

Did I write a dangerously fluffy drabble about the events of that Star Wars premier? Yall bet I did. 

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'Phil, does my ass look big in this?' A flustered and frantic Dan turned and asked his boyfriend.

The two of them had been getting ready for at least an hour now. And they'd been excited for this event for months, being the huge Star Wars nerds that they were.

Phil, believing that he was near enough ready (or as near as he was going to get) paused and looked up and down at the brunette standing next to him.

'Your ass looks great in it I can assure you' he smirked and tried to grab said ass, not being quick enough though as Dan swiftly moved out the way while he was half way through doing up his jacket.

It was a rare sight, to see Dan wearing white, and Phil couldn't help but bask in the sight of it a little. They'd both been or shopping for suits a month or so ago, Phil settling on a smart black number with shimmering gold parts.

Dan's choice however, had been something else. Not only was it so outgoing for him, but it suited him better than it could have suited any model.

All of these thoughts kept buzzing through Phil's head. Which was all very well until he came back to reality and realised he'd been staring at Dan for about 3 minutes now. The two of them made eye contact and the lustful look in Phil's eyes really said it all.

Phil blushed and looked away, before deciding to walk away and sit on the bed, allowing Dan to get ready with a few less distractions.

He had to say, he found it very hard not to sit and watch in awe just at the sight of Dan tying his shoes. Sure shoe tying was a very mundane thing to be astounded by but as Dan had bent over he had decided it would be a good idea to not face Phil but to have his ass on show instead.

Damn that ass looked good in that tight white suit. Phil had already said that though, so he tried to think of another complement to say out loud as Dan stood back up.

'Looking great as always' The complement wasn't the most creative but it rolled off Phil's tongue as he leant back a little on the bed, propping himself up with his arms.

'Full of compliments today aren't we?' Dan smirked, edging closer to Phil and taking him by surprise by sitting on his lap.

Any stuttering noises Phil might have been about to blurt out were silenced by touching lips. Dan leaned into Phil as if trying to remove all distance between them and kissed him in much the same way.

Phil, feeling a little overwhelmed hummed and melted into the kiss, savouring the taste of Dan it until the moment he pulled away.

'Okay, now let's get going you nerd' Dan said, apparently being the first one to find his voice again.

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They arrived at the venue by taxi. Pulling up right outside, next to the red carpet. They could tell when they were almost there from about a mile away, the noise of the crowd being pretty damn loud to say the least.

Before they got out of the cab Dan looked over at Phil, his expression much the same as Phil's smitten one earlier. Looking him up and down and then in the eyes, he smiled.

'Never got a chance to tell you how good you looked did I?' 'Thanks' Phil blushed 'but my suit is so boring compared to yours' 'Oh shut up, you look hot okay?' Needless to say the blushing only intensified at that.

A coughing noise coming from the driver, snapped both boys out of their love struck trance. 'You're here' he grunted. 'Oh, uh, thank you' Phil replied, composing himself. He got out first, holding the door open for Dan.

The pair of them felt instantly overwhelmed as soon as they got out the car.

Cameras everywhere were flashing violently, crowds surrounding the area were shrieking, and almost the entire expanse of red carpet in front of them was swarming with people.

None of the crowds and cameras were particularly for them obviously, but it was still incredibly daunting. Dan was taking it all in when he felt Phil nudge his arm. 'Dan' he leaned in to mutter 'look, it's Mark Hamill!'

Dan followed Phil's gaze and had an instant fan girl attack. 'We should go talk to him!' 'Are you out of your mind, we should probably just go look for Pj and people we actually know' 'Okay okay fine'

Grabbing onto Phil's sleeve, Dan dragged his boyfriend down the red carpet, dodging probably multiple famous people that they'd yet to acknowledge.

'Hey hey, stop! Pictures, pictures!' Some guy with a camera called out to Dan and Phil. Dan let go of Phil's arm and composed himself for the camera. Why on earth people wanted pictures of him and Phil instead of all the celebrities surrounding them was really beyond him. But Dan just smiled and leaned into Phil slightly as the camera flashed.

'So when's the wedding? The camera man called out to them after finishing the pictures. Dan looked around him as if for some reason the man could have been asking someone else. Phil ended up answering.

'Not anytime soon I can assure you' The man chuckled and both Dan and Phil looked slightly mortified.

'Are we really that obvious?' Dan asked, clinging to Phil's arm once more as they covered more ground of the red carpet. 'Dan we're wearing coordinated clothes and you keep clinging to me, we probably look like the most lovey dovey couple here' Dan snorted. 'Who's to say we aren't the most lovey dovey couple here?'

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'Omg omg Phil look!' The pair of them had met up with Bryony and Pj and some other friends now, making them feel a little less uncomfortable and out of place.

Phil looked around to see where Dan had gone, expecting to see him right in front of him. 'Dan? Where are you...' Phil spun full circle and still couldn't seem to find his suddenly misplaced boyfriend.

It was the laughter that gave it away. Phil could recognise that laugh anywhere. He turned to face a group of stormtroopers and located Dan in the centre of them.

He blended in so perfectly it was almost comical. No wonder Phil hadn't been able to see him.

'Auditioning for the next Star Wars are we Dan?' Pj chuckled.

'Let me take a picture, let me take a picture' Phil said, frantically pulling out his phone and snapping shots. Dan rolled his eyes but went with it. He did wonder what the people underneath those stormtrooper costumes must be thinking and why they weren't laughing at the shear dorkiness of them both.

'We should probably head inside now you know' Bryony exclaimed, gesturing for the group to follow her. 'We'll meet you in a minute, save our seats will you?' Phil replied. 'Wait why can't we just...'

Phil didn't let Dan finish, grabbing him by the arm and manoeuvring him in the opposite direction to the way all their friends were going. Dan hadn't a clue where they were going but he didn't have much time to ponder over it before Phil had him stood next to a wall away from the public eye.

He gazed at Dan then, gazed at his deep brown eyes and smiled a smile so genuine it might have almost knocked Dan off his feet.

'I'm proud of you you know' he began, not breaking the eye contact. 'I know how much you hate crowds, and this isn't your first experience with this sort of thing obviously but you handled it so well'

Dan blushed intensely and their was no hiding it since he was looking straight into the eyes of the man who had caused it.

'Is that why you didn't want us to go in yet? So you could flatter me even more than you already have' 'Perhaps...' Phil continued 'but I'm not finished yet'

At that he leaned in closer and brushed his soft lips against Dan's, teasing in a way as he changed his mind and pressed them against Dan's neck instead. Kissing gently, he worked his way all the way up Dan's neck and passed his jawline until he brushed the boy's lips once more.

And this time he didn't hesitate to kiss property, tongue sliding along Dan's bottom lip and deepening the whole gesture.

The wall they had been stood next to now had Dan pinned against it by Phil, who's hands were drifting ever so slowly down to Dan's waist. Dan's hands remained high. One at the small of Phil's back and the other grasping at his hair.

The kiss was so warm and fast and electrifying. Neither of them wanted to stop.

Phil's hands practically twitched as they got closer to Dan's ass and he couldn't help but to squeeze it. Dan gasped into the kiss as this happened but he showed no sign of objection.

'Ph Phil' Dan stuttered against Phil's mouth 'I hate to ruin the, ahh, moment but we might miss the film' Phil pulled away at that. Damn it, Dan had been enjoying that. 'Shit you're right'

The two of them stared fondly at each other for a moment as they tried to catch their breath.

Gosh, Dan definitely thought that this was one of the best nights of his life. That kiss had been so amazing.

Oh, and he was sure the film was going to be alright too.