GOD SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO give dan constant love and validation through constant reminders of his worth. I want to hug him and make him laugh so his little crinkly eyes and dimples appear. I want him to feel loved and appreciated.
Phil stared at the tweet, his mouth slightly agape.
As someone who doesn’t go outside or open
the curtains ‘spring’ is just the time when it gets warm enough to walk around
in my underwear.
After being in
a relationship with Dan for eight years, Phil had never seen such a bold
statement on his twitter, and about underwear of all things. Would he really be
walking about their flat in nothing but his boxers? That didn’t seem very in
character of him. Dan was the type of guy who sometimes kept his shirt on during
sex. Phil didn’t mind that, of course. It was his own body. The only issue was
that sometimes, things get caught in the fabric. “Babe?” Phil heard his lover’s
voice from the lounge. “Yeah?” “Have you seen my MacBook charger?” Dan appeared
in the doorway to Phil’s bedroom.
when u think about how fond dnp are of each other and just how genuinely happy and successful they are and how far they’ve come but then u remember how you came into this fandom strong but now ur just an emotionally wrecked trashcan with no friends