daniel bruh

Oxymoron(ic) (2/4)

Summary: “Hey I have to photograph someone for class will you be my model?”
((In which Dan hates contrast and Phil is a walking oxymoron))

Genre:  fluff and traces of angst (probably who knows these days)

Warning: swearing and some mentions of self hatred/self criticizing

Words: 4k

A/N: Chapter2 HON HON HON what the fuck am I doing with my life im writing 2 gaymena nd eating chocolate rasins I wasnt rAISED THIS WAY. SHOUT OUT 2 hcwell FOR LISTENING 2 ME COMPLAIN UR SUCH A DARLING  I OWE U MY EVERYTHING LOTS OF LOVE AND KISSES 2 U


Danblew into his steaming coffee trying to cool the dark beverage as hewrapped his hands around the delicate warming cardboard, trying toresist the urge to sacrifice his taste buds for the buzz of caffeinehe so desperately needed at this time in the morning. Despite the very late notice of a text from an unknown number signed off as ‘Jacxk Hwoard’ at 2:13am, Dan had done what was asked of him and arrived at the school grounds no later than 7am to shoot some practice shots for PJ and Jack. He had to persuade his Mum to give him a lift- claiming it was very important for his photography coursework- and his ever sweet mother had agreed, frowning the entire drive and almost crashing into a telephone box when a cat darted across the road.

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