dan is your name

“this guy…” x  x

anonymous asked:

Omg, Sky, what if pastel!Dan was being bullied for wearing skirts and dresses and so one day he breaks down in the bathroom and punk!Phil comes in there and tries to talk him out the stall but can't at first. Eventually Dan does come out of the bathroom (fluff or smut, your choice)

warning ; transphobic slurs, bullying, physical and verbal abuse, pro self harm

Stay strong, Dan. C’mon, stay fucking strong. 

You’re strong, right? You’re not a wimp like they say you are. 

Dan felt his lip tremble, and he clenched his fists at his sides, bunching his soft blue skirt in his hands. Damn it. 

But really if Dan was being honest, he couldn’t take it anymore. The teasing, the shoving, the random insults in the hallway. He didn’t know what he had done to any of them. 

Dan flinched as another of the boys shoved him against the lockers, right after he had gotten up. The guy sneered at him; Dan avoided his eyes, calmly trying to move past him. Someone laughed. 

“Fuckin’ tranny. No boy who’s right in the head would wear a skirt to school,” one of the by-standing girls whispered, not trying very hard to keep it quiet. 

Dan bit his lip; he could feel the tears welling in his eyes but he refused to let them spill. It wasn’t fair. He tugged at the sleeves of his sweater, wiping at his eyes. 

School was an arena. It was a bloody showcase, and he was under the lights. He felt like everyone gathered around just to watch him be hurt, day after day. And none of them ever spoke up! 

“Aw, look! It’s gonna cry. Poor thing,” one of the boy’s said loudly, mocking him, snickering, and everyone laughed. Dan moved faster, and the boy who had said it followed.  

Dan sniffed, biting his lip so hard he could taste blood, and held a hand to his face. It was hot. 

Suddenly something hit his back, something that burned, and he could feel it explode. He stopped in his tracks, letting out a cry, feeling the boiling liquid drip down his thighs and onto his socks. 

Someone had thrown their coffee at him. 

Dan let out a soft whimper, trying to comprehend how much that actually hurt. The laughter rang in his ears like an alarm he couldn’t find the off switch to.

He caught the gaze of a boy, standing by his locker, watching all this with wide eyes. 

Dan knew him, he was in several of his classes, but they never really spoke. He didn’t think he even knew Dan’s name. He was tough, cold and dark, the opposite of Dan. Dan would be scared of him, but he had never really done anything to him. 

 Dan held his gaze for a moment, before looking away and bursting into tears. Choked sobs fell from his lips as he spun around, running straight to the nearest boy’s bathroom, the still hot as hell coffee dripping down his back. 

He had no doubt his sweater and skirt were both ruined, but he didn’t check. He rushed to the back of the room, pushing open one of the stall doors and locking it behind him. 

He crumpled to the ground, burying his face in his arms, shaking with sobs. It wasn’t fair; he didn’t know how much more of this he could take. His back hurt, everywhere the coffee touched, actually. He had no doubt he had burns. Wasn’t that assault? Why did no one stop them?

Because no one cares, Dan. You’re a toy to all of them, a spectacle. 

Dan whimpered, trying to keep himself quiet. He didn’t want them to hear him like this. 

Even his family couldn’t help him. When he had told his mum about the bullying, she had said, ‘Well, i’m not surprised. With how you dress, there’s sure to be hate. Maybe try dressing a little less flamboyant, honey.” He hadn’t tried telling his dad after that. 

Dan thought about the forums he had been on the night before. He had been searching for something, anything, to help him keep sane. He came across all these pro-sites… pro ana, pro self harm… and he had fallen too deep. He had spent hours reading all the awful posts. 

Dan, don’t cry. Crying is for wimps, weak people. You’re not weak, are you? You’re a big boy, keep it in..

Dan shook his head, tugging at his hair. Even he was abusing himself now. 

“Dan…?”

Dan jumped at the voice from the other side of the bathroom, the door creaking open. He didn’t recognize it. It was low, and husky; laced with worry. 

Dan kept quiet, trying to camouflage into the white tile wall. 

“Dan, I know you’re in here,” they said again, a small sigh echoing against the walls. 

“N-No,” Dan stuttered, hiccuping. “’M not.”

A quiet chuckle, and they knocked on the door gently. 

“Please let me in,” he said quietly. Dan bit his lip. 

“No. You’ll hurt me.”

Another sigh. 

“I won’t, angel,” they boy said, and he sounded sincere. “I would never.”

There was a moment of silence as Dan thought, chewing on his lip. 

“Why not?”

“Because no one should hurt someone as sweet as you, doll,” he replied immediately, leaning against the stall door. “I promise, I’m not here to hurt you, honey.” 

Dan felt his lip tremble again, the tears threatening to spill again. 

“I’m not coming out,” Dan whispered. “it’s not safe, they’re gonna hurt me.”

There was silence, and then - “I won’t let them hurt you, angel. I promise.”

Dan took a shaky breath, rolling the boy’s words around in his head. He sounded sincere… 

Dan decided he would take a chance, just this one time. 

He unlocked the door, pushing it open. 

It was him. It was the boy from the hallway, and up close, Dan could see how blue his eyes really were. He grinned, tugging at his leather jacket to straighten it. His happy expression soon turned to worry as his eyes flickered over Dan’s red eyes, messy hair, and stained clothes. 

“Shit, are you alright, angel?” He asked, his eyes widening, and he held out his arms as if to hug him. 

Dan took the offer, sinking into his arms without a second thought, sobbing into his shirt and clinging to him like a baby. Phil immediately embraced him, running his fingers through Dan’s hair like he had been waiting years. 

Dan sniffed. “You’re surprisingly cuddly. What’s your name?”

Phil chuckled, dipping two fingers under Dan’s chin to bring his face up. “Phil. Are you alright, angel?”

Dan rubbed his eyes. 

“I dunno.”

Phil wordlessly spun him around, tutting at the stain on his sweater and lifting it up to reveal his back. Dan heard a gasp. 

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked, turning and trying to see what Phil was seeing. Phil let out a low, growl-like noise. 

“They burned you, babe,” was all he said. 

He grabbed Dan’s wrist, tugging him over to the sink. He started to take Dan’s sweater off, raising his eyebrows to ask for permission. Dan nodded slowly. 

Phil folded it up, although it was already ruined, and set it on the counter. He got a paper towel wet, pressing it to Dan’s lower back. 

Dan jumped, flinching away from the sting, and Phil put a hand on his shoulder. 

“It’s alright, love,” he said softly, running his thumb over the skin. Dan shivered.

After Phil was done soothing his burns, he turned him back around, smiling at him. 

“I have a solution, no need to fear,” he said, grinning and shouldering off his jacket. He tugged his shirt over his head, exposing his pale chest. Dan frowned. 

Phil turned his own black shirt back right side out, gently pulling it on Dan, and picked up Dan’s sweater, putting it on, stain and all. Dan blinked at him. 

Phil looked down at himself, grinning. “Damn, I look good in pink.”

Dan giggled. “I think so too.”

“Well,” Phil held out a hand, tilting his head and licking his lips. “Shall we go? What’s your next class?”

Dan bit his lip, nodding and taking his hand, a shock running through him when their fingers intertwined. 

“English.”

Phil smiled crookedly. “Hey, me too. I’ll be your bodyguard.”

So… maybe someone did care. 

How Dan fucks VS How Phil fucks

Phil: 

  • Almost always starts innocently with cuddles. 
  • Phil thinks he is being sneaky when he starts kissing your neck.
  • “Philip Lester. What are you doing?” “Just given you a little love.”
  •  Wondering hands. Always running up and down your thighs.
  • He always makes an adorable little squeak when your hands find the hair at the nape of his neck giving a little pull. 
  • Phil always whispering little nothings in your ear before pulling you by the wrist to his room.
  • Being impatient when it comes to try and get your shirt and bra off. 
  • Kisses all along your collarbones and the top of your chest.
  • So many kisses everywhere. It can be a bit overwhelming to the senses when its like he is praising every inch of you.
  • He becomes unable to find any of his words when you’re giving him head.
  • His hands are in your hair making sure to keep any rogue hair out of your face.
  • “What a beautiful woman.” 
  • Phil making you stop because he doesn’t want to cum yet. Especially when he hasn't had the opportunity to give you any pleasure.
  • When the two of you finally get comfortable you are sitting on Phil’s lap facing him. 
  • “Love to watch your face. And kiss it.” 
  • Always starting off slow then becoming a bit messy with pace as you rest your hands on his shoulder meeting his thrusts with your own.
  • Actually swearing when he is being so intimate with you. 
  • “Loves to hold onto your ass giving a squeeze as he helps lift you up and down. 
  • Begging for you to cum as he rubs strong circles on your bundle of nerves. 
  • “Cum for me love. Need to see that pretty face.” 
  • Needing to kiss Phil to try and muffle some of your moans and cries to try and not disturb the neighbours.
  • Phil biting and then kissing into your shoulder as he releases his own buildup. 
  • “I fucking love you.” “Love you more.” 
  • Always having to push his hair off if his slightly sweaty face. 
  • Finishing the night off with a warm bath and some cuddles.

Dan:

  • Loves teasing. You giggling and hitting his chest calling him names only makes him more riled up.
  • Dan loves to give you hickeys. You told him that it’s kinda weird that he enjoys giving them so much as he isn’t a sixteen-year-old boy.”Love to see them in the morning on your skin. Then the world will know you are mine.”
  • You definitely can’t help yourself from kissing along his jaw up to his dimples. 
  • When Dan finally has enough of the teasing and touching he whispers in your ear.“Here on the couch or in the bed?” You, of course, hitting him in the chest as you look back at him and then back to Phil who is sitting on the other side of the room.”So here?”
  • Once the two of you get to his room he immediately pushes you on the bed. Making you giggle as he hovers over you kissing your cheeks to make you laugh more.
  • Both of your clothes being tossed every which way around the room. 
  • Always a fight for dominance when making out. 
  • When the two of you finally get comfortable Dan can’t help but tease your entrance with the tip of his cock making you wait in agony.
  • Always making sure to start off with deep long thrusts making sure to hit your G-spot repeatedly.
  • The both of you using all the swears that the two of you know. 
  • Giving little spanks to your bum when you’re bent over. 
  • Dan making sure that you cum first. “I know you want the release love. Cum for me. Cum on me. Love to feel you on my cock.”
  • His name so easily leaving your lips repeatedly.
  • When dan comes undone you place kisses to his cheeks smiling into his skin as you rest your head on his shoulder. 
  • Dan would never admit it but his favourite part is when the two of you cuddle in the afterglow of your orgasms.

#rubberup4ash

The Mark of Oxin

Wow look at me actually writing something new

So this is just a little ficlet inspired by their new video (Dan and Phil playing the first chapter of the game Phil made when he was 14, The Mark of Oxin) 

Genre- Fluff, fluff, and more fluff

Word Count- 471 (ew that’s so short i’m sorry)


2000-


Phil sat in his room playing the RPG he made for the first time. He was extremely proud of himself for putting together something so long and brilliant. He played through it as fast as he could, and within a few hours he reached the part he really wanted to see: the end. 

About halfway through the game, after the main characters, Alex and Emily, had been reunited, they started dating. At the end, the duo defeated the final boss (with a bit of help from Phil) and Phil started playing the cutscene, grinning ear to ear. 

Alex- ________, will you marry me?

Emily- Of course I will! 

The two then got married and lived happily ever after. Phil titled the game “The Mark of Oxin” and closed his laptop with a smile on his face. He would see this game one more time. 


Early 2017-


Phil sat on his checkered duvet with his laptop. He had a game for Dan and him to play on the gaming channel. He just had to add a tiny bit of code…


Late 2017-


“Phil, come on! We have to film this gaming video!” 

“Hold on!” Phil opened his bedside drawer and pulled out a small box, which he shoved in his pocket before sitting down beside Dan in their office. 

Dan pushed play on their camera and Phil started his usual bit. “Hello DanAndPhilGames rings!”

“Rings?” Dan was curious.

“You’ll see.” Phil winked and poked his tongue out of his mouth, grinning. 

Dan rolled his eyes and they started gaming. 


Phil sat anxiously as Dan played through the final chapter of The Mark of Oxin until he finally reached the boss battle. Phil’s stomach was doing flips when Dan beat the final boss and the newly-coded cutscene began. Since Dan had been reading Alex’s lines since the beginning, he read the first line. 

“Dan, will you marry me?” Phil was smiling at his boyfriend, his stomach now in knots. He gripped the small box in his pocket. “Phil… Why does it say Dan? Her name is Emily…” 

“Yes, but your name is Dan.” Phil took out the box and opened it towards Dan, revealing a shiny gold ring. 

Dan started to tear up, and he choked out a soft, “Of course I will, you spork!” before collapsing into Phil’s arms, both of them beaming. Phil slipped the ring onto Dan’s finger and smiled at the camera. 

“Dan, do you think we should finish the game?” Dan nodded and Phil read Emily’s line. “Of course I will!” The two watched lovingly as Alex and Emily got married, unable to think about anything but their own future wedding.

Dan smiled up at Phil and Phil smiled softly back at him. “Phil?” 

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to edit that out?” 

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

“Good.” 

here you are you horny fucks


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“Are we s-supposed to be doing this?” Dan stuttered, letting Phil tug his shirt off over his head, tilting his head back to let Phil suck at his throat.

“Probably not.” Phil smirked, chuckling softly. “Do you care?”

“N-Not really.”

“Good.”

This… probably wasn’t the best idea. Not the best lapse of judgement on his part. But he wanted him, so fucking bad. His mouth felt so good against his throat, his brain was going fuzzy.

‘Take control of me’, he thought. Take it, take all of me.

Phil could clearly read minds, because he had Dan turned in seconds, bent over his apartment kitchen counter. That was as far as they had gotten; embarrassing, Dan knew. But did he care? No, not really.

He especially didn’t care when Phil’s cold hands were tugging at his belt, dropping his jeans. Dan let out a small whimper at Phil’s fingers brushing his skin, and Phil slapped his ass.

“No whining, slut,” he growled, leaning forward so he could whisper against Dan’s ear, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging roughly. Dan moaned.

“S-Sorry, sir,” he choked, and Phil nodded in approval.

“Good boy. Now, are you gonna let me take care of you, sweetheart?”

Dan nodded quickly, incredibly turned on at this point. Because, fuck, how could you not be?

Dan took a shaky breath, feeling his arms being bent behind his back at an uncomfortable angle, and pinned there by Phil’s firm grip. Phil’s erection rubbed against his ass, and he gasped.

“Phil-” he breathed, pushing back, desperate for as much of the man as possible. Phil chuckled, kneading his ass with one hand, digging his nails in.

“Don’t be a needy whore, Dan. You know better than that.” He hummed, tugging down Dan’s boxers and leaning over to kiss the slightly red skin. “Want me to fuck you?” He laughed, like he already knew the answer. Of course he did.

“Yes,” Dan whined, shifting desperately. “Please, Phil, fuck me, fuck me so hard I can’t think, please-!”

Phil didn’t answer, but Dan felt the grip on his hands loosen, and a rustling. Before he could even think he felt something slick press against his entrance; Phil’s fingers.

He started with one, pushing it in slowly, making Dan whimper. He pumped it slowly, resting his other hand on Dan’s lower back, pinning his wrists.

Dan let out a soft gasp as Phil added another, twisting them. Phil smacked his ass again.

“You’re a loud one, aren’t you?” He mumbled. “Don’t get me wrong, I love it. But I have half a mind to gag you, your screams would sound so pretty muffled.”

Dan bit his lip to keep from moaning just from that, his eyes gently rolling back in his head. Fuck, that was so hot.

Phil’s fingers grazed his prostate, and Dan’s hips bucked forward automatically, and he whined loudly.

“Fuck, Phil, please,” he gasped.

He heard Phil chuckle breathily, scissoring his fingers for a second before pulling them out.

“Alright, baby,” he muttered, his voice low. “Whatever you need.”

Dan only had to wait a moment before Phil was pressing against him, pushing in.

Fucking hell, he was big.

“Fuck,” Dan moaned, stretching the word out. He instinctively tried to move his hands, but Phil tightened his grip.

He bottomed out seconds later, filling him up completely and holding still for a second. Dan squirmed, and Phil reached up to tangle his fingers in Dan’s hair, tugging. Slowly, he pulled most of the way out, pushing back in and drawing a loud noise out of Dan.

Dan was overwhelmed; completely hypnotized by the feeling of Phil’s cock pushing in and out of him, practically drooling.

Soon Phil was snapping his hips roughly, thrusting into him hard, making Dan scream. Every breath came with continuous moans, and Phil’s name, over and over again. He was fairly certain he had never been fucked like this before.

Dan came pretty quickly, probably quicker than he should have, but Phil kept fucking into him; chasing his own high. The feeling was overwhelming, and Dan’s noises got gradually louder and higher pitched as Phil overstimulated him.

Phil groaned, digging his nails into Dan’s hip. He pulled out finally, stroking himself so he could come over Dan’s lower back.

The first time Dan regretted it was the next day, right before the game.

That morning he had to change into a turtleneck, a black, wool one that was sure to be too hot, because he had forgotten about the hickeys.

They were everywhere. Even in places he didn’t even remember Phil’s mouth being.

But he truly started to regret it when he realized Phil was going to use this against him.

The game started pretty slow, and Phil’s team was ahead. Dan only glanced over at Phil, who was watching them intently, running his fingers through his messy hair.

Fuck, he was attractive.

But as he turned back to the game, he caught one of Phil’s players shoving the goalie. He blew his whistle, calling a foul.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Phil motioning him over. He quickly called a time out, jogging over.

“What’s up,” he muttered, and Phil smirked, leaning closer.

For a split second, Dan thought he was going to kiss him, but then he went to his ear instead.

Dan cursed his heart for beating faster.

“Dan, sweetheart,” Phil whispered, his voice sickly sweet, and Dan’s blood froze. “You know what I’ll do to you if I lose this game, right?”

Dan swallowed, pulling back slightly. “Is t-that a threat?”

A light smirk tugged at the corner of Phil’s mouth.

“Kind of,” he breathed. “But I think you like it anyways.”

“Excuse me?” Dan’s head was foggy. Christ, get it together, Howell.

“Dan, I swear to god, I’ll fuck you so hard you lose your voice from screaming my name.” Before Dan could react, Phil leaned even closer, his lips grazing Dan’s ear. “If I don’t win, I’ll make sure you can’t walk for weeks. Want you all bruised and pretty for me, fucking ruined.”

A shiver ran through Dan’s body, and he flinched. He could feel his pants tightening. Fuck, he didn’t want to go out there will a boner.

“And if I win?” Phil shrugged, stepping back casually. “Maybe we could get dinner or something, beautiful. Maybe I’ll let you ride me.”

Dan stared at him, gathering his thoughts and shaking off the arousal.

He called off the foul, despite several angry shouts from the crowd.

Phil did it three more times, every time his team fucked up. Dan was sweating, ruined by the end of the game.

Needless to say, Phil’s team won.

Work, Not Youtube (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

1-800-GET-SOME - theaterkidlester   

Summary: One night, Chris drunkenly suggested that Dan call a phone sex line to figure out his sexuality. Since then, Dan has been hooked on a person who works there, with a gorgeous deep chuckle and the name of Phil.

Acrylic Payments - undressrehearsal

Summary: Phil has his own art shop where Dan works in at the weekend in exchange for kisses (Dan won’t admit this, though).

A Dream Come True (ao3) - darkness_prince_dan

Summary: Dan’s got a major crush on an artist that frequents the coffee shop Dan works at and then there are magical drawings appearing on Dan’s arms. He should not be as cool with that as he is.

Beautiful Scars On Critical Veins - whalefairyfandom12

Summary: In which Phil works at a cinema to pay off his university fees and Dan is the student he finds sprawled on the floor with deadened eyes and a love for alcohol and fireflies.

Better Than Kittens (ao3) - LiterallyAmazingPhan

Summary: Dan works at an animal shelter and Phil comes in everyday just to play with the kittens and Dan thinks Phil is super cute but can’t work up the courage to talk to him but eventually he does.

Blind Date with an Asshole (ao3) - kitchen_sinks

Summary: Dan is on a terrible blind date and Phil is his hot waiter.

Blossom - crescendohowell

Summary: Phil is a rich businessman who decides to leave the city in favor of buying a house in the country.  He expected to find beauty in the house and the surrounding gardens, but he didn’t account for a cute gardener who loves flowers and hates him.

Burgundy Red (ao3) - transphil

Summary: “i was at work today serving a family of 4 and I could hear the mother and father making homophobic comments about me behind my back because of the way I look but the joke’s on them because when I opened up Grindr and their son popped up on it so now i’m talking to him and he wants to take me on a date”

Get Your Workout On - phanetixs

Summary: the story of reluctant fitness trainer Phil Lester and the hilarity of imagining Dan Howell voluntarily exercising for him.

How To Get Away With Marriage - humhowellelujah

Summary: Dan works at a small office doing coffee runs. His boss, Mr. Lester, needs Dan to do him a favor while his parents are in town for the next couple of weeks.

Into the Mist (ao3) - parttimestoryteller

Summary: Struggling author Phil starts a new life in London looking for publication, where he meets Dan, a similarly broke waiter in a dingy coffee shop. But London, much like Dan, is built on celluloid dreams.

I’ve Lost My Daddy - sexyassphan

Summary: Phil works at a holiday site, working onstage and introducing acts and entertaining the audience. Dan has a son- who is lost.

I’ve Only Got Eyes for You (ao3) - Full_Moon_Lover

Summary: Featuring Phil going to a strip club for his 30th birthday and Dan as a very amused waiter.

Late Night Shifts - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan works at a late shift at McDonalds and is growing bored of how empty the place is, and then AmazingPhil walks in and suddenly the night is a little better.

Lifeline (ao3) - dannihowell

Summary: Phil works at a suicide hotline and he gets a call from a distraught boy named Dan.

Professionally, Yours - deletablebird

Summary: Dan is an overworked, underpaid, very homosexual uni student in need of an easy job. Phil is a successful, rather lonely businessman in need of a housekeeper. This is their story.

Strawberry Shortcake - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan works at a bakery with his friend Louise, where a punk boy comes in every day and orders Strawberry Shortcake.

The Chef - fiction-phan

Summary: “You’re a highly known critic and I own a restaurant but you’re the kid I used to tease in high school and oh sweet rosemary, you’re reviewing my restaurant?”

Trading Harsh Bars for a Warm Embrace - phandabbydosey

Summary: Phil works for a charity that rescues nekos from the widespread cruelty still rampant despite the laws forbidding it. After saving a certain, brown haired neko from horrible conditions, Phil’s reminded of just why he does his job.

anonymous asked:

Could you write pastel!mute!dan and punk!phil? I live for pastel! punk! AUs. Maybe Dan can still talk he just doesn't out of shyness? It can be smut or fluff, I don't care.

He thought he was a ghost at first; the boy who silently stood next to him at the bus station every morning with his cheeks tinted pink from the cold or maybe just from blushing, Phil couldn’t tell.

He didn’t wear enough white for a ghost though, his clothes were mostly soft hues of purples and pinks and blues and the occasional green or yellow. He looked more like a fairy, and the flower crown that usually sat delicately settled on top of his chocolate-y brown curls helped quite a bit.

Phil was captured. He was absolutely fucking lost to him.

He wanted to talk to him.

Phil didn’t ride the bus, it wasn’t his scene, he usually rode his motorbike to school. But that day he decided to do it, if it meant seeing the pastel angel up close. And maybe he would let Phil sit with him.

The boy was sitting on the bench that day, his eyes scanning a page of whatever book he was reading. He seemed very immersed; his brown curls falling in his face and eyes so he had to keep brushing them away with his lilac sleeve.

Phil slowly sat next to him, tapping his fingers on his black clad knees and picking at his black nail polish. Finally he leaned over, tapping the boy on the shoulder.

He looked up, his eyes slightly wide, his pupils dilating when they landed on Phil. And for a second, Phil couldn’t speak.

His eyes were a soft warm chocolate color, like his hair but more intense and deep looking. Phil could see a shimmer in them, and small gold flecks stood out as if he had dumped glitter in his eyes years ago and just never got it out. His lips were pink, a nice pastel color that matched his dressing choices as if he was wearing lipstick. It occurred to Phil that maybe he was.

The boy was quiet, silently watching Phil and waiting for him to speak.

“Uh, hi,” Phil mumbled, slightly taken aback by what an affect Dan had on him just by looking at him. “I’m Phil.”

Phil held out his hand for Dan to shake and Dan stared at it for a moment before slowly shaking it, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I just, um… I see you here every day and I…” Phil cursed himself under his breath; he was usually much smoother than this but it didn’t help that the boy looked like a fucking angel and he was just staring at Phil like he had never seen a boy before. “I think you’re cute,” he muttered.

The angel was still for another moment before a gentle smile melted onto his features, and he tilted his head to the side just slightly, as if in question. Then something occurred to Phil.

“Can you… talk?” He asked, his brow furrowed curiously.

The boy paused before shaking his head slowly. Phil scooted closer on the bench, even more intrigued now.

“Are you… deaf? Or just shy…?” Phil blinked. “Sorry if I’m being offensive.”

The boy shook his head again, as if to assure him he wasn’t, before pulling his oversized sleeves over his hands and rocking slightly.

“Shy?” Phil repeated, and Dan nodded, before shrugging. His face suddenly lit up, and he held out a finger for Phil to wait a second.

He grabbed a pen out of his bag, nodding at Phil eagerly and Phil smiled, digging through his own bag and grabbing a notebook. He handed it to Dan, who took it, and began scribbling rapidly.

‘i haven’t talked for a really long time,’ the paper read. ‘i kind of forget why, but i know it’s partly shyness. it’s like my version of being a vegetarian, i can’t break it’

Phil laughed at that part, and the boy let out a quiet giggle.

“What’s your name?” Phil asked, and Dan wrote something on the page.

‘Dan Howell’ it read in careful cursive.

“Cute,” Phil mumbled, and Dan rolled his eyes.

'it’s not cute. it’s boring’

“No it’s not,” Phil argued after reading it, shaking his head. “I think the name Dan suits you, and the name Howell is cool.” Phil grinned widely. “You know what I would name my kid if it had your last name?”

Dan raised his eyebrows.

'what ?’

Phil smirked. “Wolf.”

Dan laughed without noise, shaking his head.

'oh, like wolf howell. i get it. ha ha very funny.’

Phil bit his lip, brushing black hair out of his eyes. “What music do you like?”

Dan smiled, picking up the pen.

'muse, mostly. do you like muse ?’

Phil laughed out loud, raising his eyebrows. “YOU like Muse?”

Dan nodded defensively, frowning softly and cocking his head to the side.

“Yeah, Muse is my favorite band actually,” Phil answered, shaking his head in shock.

'nice ! i like muse, you like muse, let’s be friends :)’

Phil smiled at that, the corner of his mouth pulling up in a grin.

“Yeah, let’s,” he muttered, pressing his lips together. “But i have to be honest, i came over here hoping for a bit more than friendship.”

Dan’s face instantly went red, and he held his sleeves up, covering his face. Phil chuckled. Dan picked up the pen and paper, avoiding Phil’s eyes as he wrote.

'why??’

“Because you’re cute.” Phil shrugged. “Honestly i’m very interested in you. I wanna know what your deal is.”

'what my,,, deal is ?’

Phil laughed. “Yeah.”

Before he could say any more the bus arrived, and Dan stood up, throwing his pen back into his bag. Phil grabbed his notebook and his own bag.

“After you,” he muttered, letting Dan step up first. Dan smiled at him.

There weren’t enough seats for them to sit together so Dan sat two seats behind him; Phil wasn’t going to pretend he wasn’t upset, especially because he got stuck with a very chatty first year. But finally they pulled up at their school, and he was able to escape.

He was at his locker when Dan approached him again, holding something out. Phil frowned, taking it; a folded slip of pink notebook paper. Dan smiled, walking away silently.

Phil unfolded it, dropping his bag so he could use both hands.

'here’s my number :)’ Under it was a phone number, written in very careful letters as if he was scared Phil wouldn’t be able to read it. 'also, wanna have lunch off campus today ?? i want to hear more about our future kid named wolf. xoxo , dan the weird pastel mute

Sexy times in the bathroom.

Hello, Love bugs! 

Dan x Reader

Warnings - Smut. 

I asked you guys if a fic about yourself and Dan attempting to have sex in the shower but it turns out to be a fail would be something you would want to read. It was an overwelling yes so you know. I wrote it. Enjoy!

“I’m going to jump into the shower!” You had yelled to Dan to make sure he knew you hadn’t been kidnapped or anything. You didn’t hear a response but that could just be from his lack of response. You pulled your head back into the room as you unwrapped the towel from your body. The water had been running for a little bit so it was the perfect temperature. You normally would go head first and let the water wash completely over your head down to your toes. It was freezing in London and the fresh soft snow that flew through the sky didn’t help your temperature. Just as you were about to put the shampoo in your hair you heard a knock at the door.

“Who is it? Also, what’s the password?” You couldn’t help but ask in a sing-song voice.

“It’s me. Danisnotonfire. The password is probably something about branding. Can I come in? ” you laughed a little before telling him that he could come in. It was always weird for Dan to see you in the shower. It’s not like he hadn’t seen you naked before. Dan had in fact been one of the few people who had seen you in such a way. It just seemed to be a place for you to think and let go. You turned to see Dan standing near the shower eyeing you up.

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Father Material (Lucifer Morningstar)

Originally posted by morningstr

Pairing: Father!Lucifer Morningstar/Child!Daughter!Reader
Words: 1400
Warning(s): Uh child reader gets lost, das it.
A/N: I think I’ve only written one other fanfic (not on here) with a child reader, so this was really different to write :D. Also I love that gif^
Request: Can I have a child reader with Daddy Lucifer Morningstar like when he’s alone with his daughter he’s just the best daddy ever and when she gets hurt he becomes a worry wart but doesn’t show his worries.


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Thank You Dan and Phil Project

So my friend Sam and I are making a book of messages for Dan and Phil that we will be giving to them at Playlist in May (hopefully)
So if you want to, you could reblog this podt with your message or just send it to me. Please format it like this
Dear Dan and Phil,
[Insert your message here]
Love,
Name/age/state or country
We just want to show Dan and Phil how much they’ve helped some people. Please tell your friends or repost this photo.

Touch ;

a/n; i wanted to finish this now but i had to go to a play !! but i like this idea/au, so here’s a taste. // should i continue this?? maybe this could be a THING //

Pairing ; phan

Warnings ; cursing, mild panic attack, mentions of shooting/guns

Genre ; fluff, mostly SFW

Summary ; shy!theatre nerd! phil, popular!soft! dan

Phil has been silently in love with Dan Howell for ages now, the popular boy who’s nice to everyone and wears nail polish and always speaks his mind, and he has hardly even talked to him. Just the occasional bump in the hallway or Dan asking for a pencil will make him fall deeper and deeper in love, and it hurts him that Dan doesn’t even know his name. His world completely changes when there’s a lock down at their school, however… and they get stuck in the bathroom together for four hours. 


10:14 am

“Students of Jackson Highschool, we urge you to stay calm. Please make your way to the nearest classroom, and remember, no running.”

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anonymous asked:

hey! i love ur writing, and do you think you could do a porn star au? i'll love you forever!

can you please write one where they do the do in a public place?

ahhhhh thank u sm!! 

Eleven hours. London to LAX. Dan is traveling to L.A. on a business trip, and as it happens, Phil is doing the same.

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Mile high club.

Hello, Love bugs! 

Dan X Reader 

Warnings- smut and swears.

Just a little something I wrote on the plane.


You had done it together about a million times before. But this one was different. This one was the flight to end all flights in the sense of the amount of sheer time. Dan had surprised you with a birthday present of a lifetime. A flight to (your choice) it was going to be a two-week excursion of sunshine and relaxation. The only problem was just the thought of sitting on a plane for that long cramped, hot and most likely near some random dude made you want to go back home and just cuddle. You and Dan had tried all you could to get seats in the same row together but I wasn’t possible. So you would be across the walkway from Dan. Not even able to hold his hand or bug him. The worst would be the lack of ability he would have to distract you from the hours of travel. 

The two of you were sitting in the terminal eating some unhealthy snack before take off. You couldn’t help but want to cuddle into him. I mean the guy did buy you an experience of a lifetime. “Daniel.”

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Second Vidcon

Request: Anonymous said:Dan and Phil imagine please. Phil, Dan and you are all YouTubers (Dan and Phil are best friends like in rl) and you meet them at a YouTube convention and you fall in love with Dan instantly.

Requested by: anonymous.

Pairing: Dan x Reader

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by dannyhowell

It was only your second year in the inflamed Vidcon. Though, you’d already gone through all nerves of your first year and all awkwardness of your first year, you almost felt you were more nervous this year than the last. Your youtube channel had grown in an extreme amount this year, whereas last year you were at about a million (which was still a-lot) you were almost at five million now. You almost felt you were higher in the polling this year.

It made you feel sick to your stomach. You actually had a panel this year! Albeit you were doing it with a few other youtubers, the fact that a few people who were your fans will be there watching you made you nervous.

And that’s how you found yourself, pacing back and forth backstage as you waited for them to call you in. You watched anxiously as people cheered for much more popular and well-known youtubers.What if no one even cheered? Or if everyone hated you…? You felt as if you were going to be sick, and walking to the corner of the behind-stage you held your stomach and breath.

“You all good?” You heard a posh voice and snapping up from embarrassment, you turned to the voice. Though you nearly fell over from shock when the one and only Dan Howell appeared before you. He had a sincere smile on his face but just from eye contact you could feel the awkwardness he felt, the same of which you felt.


“U-Uh… yeah, y-yeah, I’m fine.” You stuttered, coughing in embarrassment. He nodded, and turned to walk away before he furrowed his brows and studied you. You flushed from embarrassment and twisted your body in shyness. He seemed to realized what he was doing and blinked, staring now at your eyes and looking apologetic. “Uh- sorry, you’re Y/Y/C right? The one i’m on a panel with?”

Shocked you looked at your panflet, seeing Dan Howell’s name right below yours and you blinked. How had you not noticed his name before? He was like your favourite youtuber and who inspired you to be one. Mentally slapping yourself, you looked up at him with a happy though nervous smile; “I guess you are.” Your voice still shook from shock and putting one and one together, Dan made a movement of realization.

“Don’t be nervous, it’s not as bad as you’re thinking.” He comforted, you stared out shaking your head unsure.

“I don’t know… there’s a lot of people and what if no one even cheers?” You panically asked. He shook his head, suddenly walking closer to you, he grabbed your hand supportively. Red, you stared up at him in bewilderment before he nodded at you. “Relax. Here, we’ll go together. Help give you more support.”

“Shouldn’t you go with Phil?” You asked, before slapping yourself. That totally wasn’t creepy at all… idiot.

“Phil’s fine. Besides, it seems another friend needs my help more.”

Friend? You smiled, wildly, finding confidence with his smile.  

Harry definitely seems like the kind of person to call you by your full name even if you go by the shortened version of it. ‘What’s your name? Dan? It’s lovely to meet you Daniel’