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hello it is the queen speaking. so um im doing blog rates cause im almost at 500 followers

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You and I

title: You and I 

word count: 1.05k alright

synopsis: Dan and Phil didn’t have a backyard romance. Theirs was filled with smoggy skies, thatched roofs, ugly sunsets, crowded trains and static on the radio. tw: none

A/N: thank you thank you thank you @spaceyhowell for saving this fic!! <33 you’re the best :^)

********HEADS UP: THIS FIC WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS SUPER NEW AND IT IS REALLY CRAP IF YOU WANT SOMETHING BETTER CLICK HERE OR HERE TYSM********

Your name is Dan Howell, you’re 18 and your life has finally begun. You wish you could bottle up this feeling and keep it forever but you’re constantly moving, moving, moving and you’re second in your own mind. That’s what love is, he says, pressing a kiss on your forehead, back when you were far shorter, shyer, smaller. Smiling in return, you scratch the back of your neck nervously and suddenly, you hope things stay this way forever.

Dan and Phil never had a backyard, throw the rock at my wall, midnight talks love featured in every 80s movie that would end in a runaway romance in the trees surrounded by fireflies and crickets and branches. There weren’t as many stars from what Dan had always dreamt of and the stars didn’t shine that brightly in real life. Their love was filled with smoggy skies, thatched roofs, ugly sunsets, crowded trains and static on the radio. Shitty cameras, black dye, nearly holding hands, just pulling away, the first breath after an anxiety attack. Split lips, dimples and fireworks.

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