do u ever wish you could watch one of dan and phil’s old skype calls from before they met? like i just want to know what they talked about and what they did for 5 hours
thanks to phil lester the living legend who took screenshots of their old skype calls all the time cuz they were young n gross n cute n in love n he wanted to cherish those moments forever.. we know some of their skype shenanigans included but were not limited to:
deep convos with dans childhood doggo
more deep convos with dans bear probably when dan had to get up to go do something
guitar hero for hours probably (im sure dan used to play cheesy songs that still bring back memories to this day)
dan doing some weird shit and acting out skits most likely bc he was and still is a dramatic theater kid and phil was always super entertained by them
proof that dan has been the sun since 2009
and screenshots like this… among other.. similar screenshots….. just a few out of the many, many screenshots that will forever remain private… :)
listen here. LISTEN. hERE. it’s just so good. (for anyone who wants to watch it back it starts at like :33 of the first undertale video.) okay first of all. the second phil first says viscosity dan immediately breaks off and turns to him with the crinkliest eyes and a lil wrinkled nose and it’s already aggressively cute and we are like a quarter of a second into this exchange. incredible. beautiful. to me it was such a significant thing that he doesn’t mock phil’s word choice to US in the way that he used to on dapg ALL THE FUCKING TIME, but instead he turns to PHIL and rather than mocking him he just does that cute confused face and kind of asks phil to clarify why doing a let’s play would involve viscosity at all.
CUTE!!!! and then there’s A JUMP CUT!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! WHY? it HAUNTS ME TO THIS DAY! when we cut back, dan has completely dropped his on-camera voice and his body is pointed a little more inwards at phil. amazing. what happened in the lil bit that was cut out of this? we can ONLY GUESS. so then dan proceeds to ask in his much deeper/softer off-camera voice, “how can a let’s play have viscosity?” and honestly i am just left asking “how can such a dumb fucking question sound so soft and enticing wtf.” and then phil tries to explain it in his silly way, he’s saying it’s “deep and sticky” and dan just gives a TEENY TINY SMILE and then turns to share it with us and THIS IS HOW HE IS REACTING TO PHILS WEIRD BRAIN NOW it’s no longer MOCKING it’s SOFT AND FOND and he’s smiling at us to sort of tacitly communicate how adorable he finds phil’s mind and i want dEATH and then, as if this weren’t enough, his voice drops even further and gets all hoarse as he asks phil, “do you know what viscosity is?” and just turns that same fond smile towards him
and honestly if at this point you haven’t gone back to the video to watch this you really need to just for this part because holy shite man,,, that voice dan uses is Something and phil himself looks a lil shook and he gets all flustered and giggles
and dan giggles while watching phil giggle and then phil says “let’s keep going!!!!!!” rly promptly and phil’s whole reaction was so unwarranted based on the actual words they are saying which makes me feel like phil is just reacting to dan’s flirty voice and basically wow this whole scene is everything to me ok you need to rewatch and appreciate it fully i still wake up in cold sweats thinkin about it
Okay, so can you make a fic where dan is tied town and Phil has a vibrating wand on his cock and dan screaming and writhing around and he finally cums. BUT Phil does not let up and keeps the vibrator and the head of god cock until he is crying from the overstimulation.
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Tags: Overstim, Bondage, Edging, dom!Phil, top!Phil, Degradation, Daddy Kink, very rough rough rough play, cumplay if you squint really hard, Aftercare
- Looking back, Dan really shouldn’t have teased Phil and then gone off to touch himself without permission, because he’s now tied tightly to his bed, Phil staring at him with that smirk and his hands behind his back. “Do you know why I’m punishing you, slut?” He asks as he crosses the room and climbs onto the bed above Dan.
- “Yes, Daddy-” Dan’s voice is cut off when Phil slaps him across the face- not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to sting.
- “Naughty whores like you don’t get Daddies.”
- “Yessir, sorry sir,” Dan amends, eyes shut and trying not to focus on his hard on. Knowing Phil, he won’t be cumming for a while yet. Phil kisses Dan softly on the lips before moving to his neck, biting and sucking dark marks into the skin there. It makes Dan wiggle and his eyes glaze over, because his neck has always been pretty sensitive.
- Phil sits back on his haunches, admiring the mess he’s already made of Dan, and then reveals what’s behind his back- a hitachi wand. Just the sight of it makes Dan’s cock twitch because he loves it, loves how good it feels, how quickly it can make him cum. Tonight is going to be hard. “I’m going to edge you once for every hour your slutty little ass teased me today.”
-Nine. Phil is going to edge him nine times. Dan bites his lip when Phil turns on the wand, hips lifting off the bed just at the sound. He whines in the back of his throat when it does touch him, vibrating up and down his length, Phil moving it slowly with a dangerous look on his face. “Feel good?” Dan makes an affirmative humming sound, looking at Phil pleadingly. Already, he’s wrecked, needy, and close. Riling Phil up takes a toll on him too. Right as Dan’s about to come, the ask for permission on the tip of his tongue, Phil pulls the wand away, running it up and down Dan’s ribs instead, brushing it over his nipples once or twice as Dan calms down slightly. “One. Beg me to touch you again, bitch.”
- “Sir, please, please touch me. Please punish me an’ make me yours sir. ‘M sorry I was bad, just please touch me.” For a long moment, Phil keeps mindlessly moving the wand, dragging it over Dan’s inner thighs. Then, out of nowhere, it’s pressed against Dan’s taint and balls, just enough pressure that Dan squirms. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moves it up to the sensitive head of Dan’s cock, holding it there.
- “You’ve had worse,” Phil says with mild disinterest when Dan whimpers. “Be lucky I’m even bothering to touch a disgusting slut like you.” This time, Dan very nearly comes, but it’s taken away from him as the first spurt starts to dribble out of his cock. While Dan ‘cools down,’ if you can even call it that, Phil collects the cum with his fingers and presses them to Dan’s lips to clean. “Don’t get my toy dirty,” he chastises. Just like that, it’s back, and Dan nearly sobs with desperation. The amount of time is even shorter this time, and continues on in much the same pattern until Dan’s been edged eight times.
- Setting down the wand, Phil crawls on top of Dan and balances with his jean-covered thigh pressed between Dan’s legs, one hand balancing himself to the left of Dan’s head, and his right around Dan’s throat, pressing down so that Dan’s breathing gets shallow and his cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. “Rut against my thigh like the pathetic piece of shit you are,” he growls. That’s all Dan needed, and his hips rapidly drive his little cock forward for the painful friction and it feels so fucking good to be beneath Phil like this, surrounded by his scent, tears in the corners of his eyes. Precum smears onto the denim and Dan is about to come, a moan caught in his throat when Phil jumps off of him. No more weight against Dan’s body, no more hand on his throat, no more leg for him to get off on.
- “Sir, I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please let me cum, please! Please, sir, I’ll do anything, please! I’m sorry I won’t be bad ever again I’ll do anything sir please!”
- Instead of answering, he picks back up the vibrator and presses it to the head of Dan’s cock again. “You can cum,” Phil says casually, but what makes Dan hit his high is the way Phil reaches into his pants to start stroking himself, eyes never leaving Dan’s shaking form. But once Dan cums, Phil doesn’t move the vibrator, despite Dan’s protests and attempts to shift his hips away from it. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Phil mocks. “Thought the fucking whore wanted to cum.”
- “I did, I did, thank you so much Master but ‘s too much, stop, too much, no more,” Dan pleads, barely intelligible.
- Phil, the little shit, purposely misinterprets. “What’s that? You want me to make you cum over and over and then fuck you? Beg me.” No, that’s not what Dan wants, but he’s so far into subspace that he immediately starts begging, even though Phil’s already made up his mind. “You have permission to cum as much as you like.” He undresses then reaches for the lube, coats his fingers, and pushes two in at once. Dan’s used to it, and Phil knows how much Dan loves the burn of the sudden stretch. He seeks out Dan’s prostate quickly, and attacks it with his fingers, managing to get Dan to cum three more times (The last two dry) before he’s ready to fuck him, the wand still mercilessly against the head of Dan’s cock. He moves it when he pushes into Dan, and instead uses the hand to choke Dan again.
-”Sir, sir, Daddy, no, please, Daddy, Daddy, Phil too much, no!” Dan all but screams, sobbing, but Phil doesn’t- if Dan really wanted him to stop, he’d safeword. The fifth time Dan cums, he passes out. Phil. Doesn’t. Stop. He keeps fucking, and as he gets close, he takes Dan’s soft cock in his hand and jerks him off in time with it until Dan hits one last high, without even getting hard, moaning in his sleep and arching his back. Phil pulls out and looks at Dan, almost amazed. The boy’s neck is lined with hickeys and fingerprints, his cock and hole red and abused, come dripping out of him and drying on his chest.
-While Dan’s still out, Phil starts a bath, brings in the wand and some water, and gently wipes the cum off of Dan with a damp warm washcloth. “Dan, sweetheart,” he whispers, shaking Dan’s shoulder. “Wake up, baby. Let Daddy take care of you.” Dan’s eyes blink open, unfocused, and his swollen lips are slightly parted. “Deep breath for me, Dan. Look at me.” It takes a minute, but Dan eventually does. “There you are. You did such a good job for me, baby. My beautiful little boy, doing so well for his Daddy.”
- “’M not pathetic?” Dan asks blearily.
- “Of course not, I love you so much, Dan. Can I pick you up and carry you to the bath?” Dan nods and winds his arms around Phil’s neck, allowing himself to be bridal carried to the bathroom. “What bath bomb, baby?” Dan looks over the basket of them and points to a dark midnight one with gold sparkles in it, marketed as being a lavender scent. Of course he picks the darkest one in there- even as out of it as he is, Dan has standards. Phil sets Dan on the toilet seat and drops in the bomb, waiting for it to fizzle all the way before lifting Dan up again and setting him in the hot water. While Dan relaxes, Phil wipes down the wand, brushes his teeth, and puts on his glasses in lieu of his contacts, occasionally glancing at Dan in the mirror to make sure he’s alright.
- As soon as he’s done, Phil whispers “lean forward” and climbs into the bath behind Dan, so that the younger is between his legs and leaning back against his chest. “Open your mouth.” Dan does, and Phil uncaps the water bottle to hold it to Dan’s lips, slowly getting him to drink the whole bottle. When it’s done and the bath is getting cold, Phil unplugs the drain and gets the warm water running again while he washes Dan’s hair. As he moves on to wash Dan’s body, he accidentally brushes Dan’s sensitive cock, earning the softest mewl of protest Phil’s ever heard, which makes his heart absolutely melt. “Don’t worry, we’re all done. After the bath, let’s go to bed, beautiful.”
- He carefully dries Dan off with a fluffy towel, and carries him back to Phil’s room. Dan’s room is where they scene, and then they sleep in Phil’s clean bed. “I know, I’ll be right back,” Phil says as he puts Dan down, since the boy made a soft sound of dissent. He pulls on a pair of boxers and grabs some clothes for Dan. “Arms up.” The green uni hoodie comes over Dan’s head. “Up for me real quick, baby.” Dan stands up long enough for a pair of boxers and soft pajama pants to be pulled onto him. “There you go. I love you so much, Dan. You did such a good job for me and I’m so proud of you,” Phil assures, kneeling and putting one hand on Dan’s face, thumb smoothing over his cheekbone. “My good little boy.”
- Dan throws his arms around Phil’s neck and cries, while Phil just holds him until it’s out of his system. “My good boy, Dan. You’re so amazing, I love you, you’re my perfect baby.” At that point, Dan pulls away and lets Phil kiss his forehead, then lies back on the bed with a slight shiver. Phil pulls the duvet back and gets both of them under it, then throws an arm over Dan’s waist, holding him close while they fall asleep.
He realized this as he stumbled out of the boys locker room, dragging his equipment from the game behind him, with what he thought was probably cum running down the back of his leg and dark bruises littering his neck.
It was funny, because he was about the straightest person he knew. He was quarterback of the football team, and he had dated/hooked up with just about every girl on the cheerleading squad.
But he was sure of one thing. Straight people don’t do what he just did.
One hour earlier.
Dan was usually the last person out of the locker room. He was fine with it, he liked showering alone because he could hum and collect his thoughts, plus no one saw his curly hair when he got out. They had won the last game of the season, and he had gotten about twenty invites to celebrate, Dan Howell never missed a party.
He smiled to himself, running his fingers through his hair and stepping out, wearing only a towel.
The low voice came from behind him and Dan jumped, whirling around. Phil Lester was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, smirking at him.
“Fuck, don’t do that.” Dan pressed a hand to his heart, taking a deep breath. “You scared me.” Phil laughed.
“Oh, did I?”
Phil was the school’s notorious punk, and everyone knew he openly had a crush on Dan. Dan just ignored the rumors, he was straight, it didn’t matter. But now he could feel himself blushing as Phil looked him up and down carefully.
“You’re all big and tough, surely I couldn’t scare you?” He looked around the room, smirking. “Do you think this place has sound proof walls?”
Dan ignored his words, frowning.
“Why are you in here? I don’t think-” Phil stepped forwards, and Dan shut up real quick, taking a small subconscious step backwards.
“I came to see you.” He smirked, walking forwards until Dan was against a wall, the cold tiles startling his wet skin. Phil drew a line up Dan’s arm, and he shivered. “You looked so good out there, Dan. You have such a perfect ass.” To emphasize the words, Phil placed his hand on the wall next to Dan’s head. “God, I’d fuck you so hard. Make you feel so good, baby.”
“I’m straight,” he choked out, finding it hard to speak while Phil was this close to him.
“Mmh,” Phil grunted, leaning just a little bit closer so that his breath was tickling Dan’s ear. “I think you’re lying to me.”
“W-why would I do that?”
“I dunno.” Phil shrugged. “Maybe you don’t want people to know you have a weakness.”
“I’m not lying.”
Phil raised his eyebrows, grinning.
Before Dan could say anything Phil was kissing him, pressing him against the wall and connecting their mouths roughly. Dan melted into the kiss, letting Phil take complete control. Phil grabbed his hips, pulling them together so that Dan could feel his erection through his jeans. Phil ran his fingers along the top of the towel. Dan let out a small whimper against his lips.
“Don’t you have a cheerleader girlfriend or something?” Dan asked, pushing him away lightly, his head fuzzy. Phil connected his lips to Dan’s neck, his tongue piercing flicking against the sensitive skin.
“I dropped her,” he muttered, biting softly at Dan’s throat, making him gasp. “It’ll be worth it if I get to fuck your tight ass.”
Dan let out a shaky breath at the words, not realizing he had been holding it in. Phil chuckled softly against his skin.
“Drop the towel, baby. I wanna make you beg for me.”
Dan felt frozen, his legs weak from Phil’s words but he let him pin Dan’s wrists above his head and pull the white towel away.
Phil immediately dropped to his knees, taking Dan’s hard shaft into his hand and licking a stripe from the base to the tip, making Dan moan loudly into the empty bathroom.
“F-fuck,” he stuttered, letting his head fall back and hit the wall, tangling his fingers in Phil’s hair. “God.”
Phil took Dan’s tip into his mouth, humming quietly and sending shocks of pleasure through Dan’s body. Dan tried to pull Phil’s head down on his cock, but he didn’t budge, pulling off with a soft pop.
“Mmmh, did you want something, Dan?” Phil stood up, pinning his wrists again. “Ask for it,” he growled.
Dan whined under his breath, bucking his hips trying to get friction. He didn’t care anymore, he wanted Phil so bad.
“Please,” he practically whispered.
“What was that, baby boy?” He nipped at Dan’s earlobe, laughing softly. “You’ll have to speak a little louder.”
Dan moaned loudly, feeling himself go weak from Phil’s touch.
“Phil! Fuck me! God, please, daddy, I need you!”
As soon as the word daddy left Dan’s mouth Phil had grabbed his hair, practically dragging him to the sinks and bending him over the counter. In seconds his shirt was off, bent over Dan’s body so that his mouth was close to his ear.
“Want me to fuck you, Dan?”
Dan moaned as Phil nipped at the back of his neck softly.
“Yes! God, daddy, please!”
Phil grabbed a fistful of Dan’s hair, pulling his face up and aiming it at the mirror.
“Want you to watch,” he mumbled. “Want you to watch while I ruin you.”
Dan kept his head up, watching carefully as Phil unzipped his jeans and took them off, pulling down his boxers as well. He smirked, leaning down and pulling a small bottle of lube out of the pocket of his jeans.
That fucker came prepared.
He took his time dipping two fingers into the bottle, keeping eye contact through the mirror.
“Ever done this with a boy before, princess?”
Dan shook his head, biting his lip. Phil chuckled.
“Didn’t think so.” He rubbed one finger over Dan’s entrance, and the boy beneath him gasped. “Good. You’re mine now, got it?”
Dan nodded again, not sure he could speak as Phil pushed a finger inside him.
“Fuck, Phil, daddy, GOD!”
Okay, he could speak.
Phil pulled the finger out and pushed back in, taking his time and rubbing Dan’s insides, driving him insane.
“M-more…” Dan stuttered, covering his red face with his hands, embarrassed. Phil reached over him, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away.
“Don’t hide from me, baby,” he muttered softly. “Wanna see you fall apart.”
He added a second finger, pumping slowly and deeper, and Dan couldn’t help but let a loud moan rip from his throat.
“Phil! Oh god, oh fuck, please fuck me.”
Phil grinned, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on himself, getting more lube from the bottle.
“Okay, baby. Since you asked nicely.”
With no preparation Phil pressed against Dan’s entrance, pushing in slowly. Dan whined loudly, clawing at the counter beneath him, desperately trying to find something to grab onto. Phil groaned quietly, pushing in all the way and waiting a moment before moving.
He gripped Dan’s hips, digging his fingernails into the soft skin and thrusting into him hard. Dan practically shrieked, moaning continuously as Phil began to thrust into him steadily, roughly.
“God, Dan…” Phil groaned, reaching up to grab a fistful of the boys hair, curly from the shower and sweat. “You’re so fucking tight, you feel so good… fuck, this is what I wanted since I first saw you.”
Dan was just a moaning mess at this point, squirming under Phil’s touch and screaming every time he pounded into him. It felt so incredibly good that Dan couldn’t imagine why he had never done this before.
Oh, right. Because he’s straight.
Phil suddenly quickened his pace, and Dan fucking lost it, begging and curses streaming from his mouth with no control.
“FUCK DADDY PLEASE GOD FUCK ME HARDER!”
Phil laughed, his breathing ragged and leaned over to bite down on Dan’s neck.
“God, you’re so loud…”
Dan could feel himself getting close, and he let a loud whine rip from his throat as Phil thrust into him harder than ever.
“Phil, oh fuck, I’m…”
Phil reached around him, taking his cock in his hand and stroking in time with his thrusts.
“Cum baby, go ahead. Wanna see you let go.”
With those words Dan lost it, cum splattering his stomach and a loud stream of moans along with Phil’s name escaping his lips. Phil groaned loudly, thrusting a few more times before doing the same deep inside Dan.
Phil slowly pulled out, breathing heavily, and carefully turned the other boy around. Without a word he leaned down, running his soft tongue over Dan’s stomach and cleaning up his cum, swallowing it all. Dan could feel his tongue piercing as he lapped at his skin.
Dan didn’t speak, watching Phil with wide eyes as he tried to collect his thoughts and control his heartbeat.
Dan looked at himself in the mirror. There were bruises littering his thighs and hips from Phil gripping them, and dark love bites covering his neck. That was gonna be hard to hide.
Phil caught Dan looking at them, and pulled him into his arms from behind.
“Don’t hide them, baby,” he muttered, placing a gentle kiss to his neck. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”
“You really piss me off sometimes,” Dan grumbled. He currently had a grip on my wrist and was leading me upstairs into the flat. I rolled my eyes, he was so dramatic when he wanted to be.
We’d been having a perfectly fine evening, until I’d decided to annoy him. Usually he would either ignore me or bother me just as I did him, but there were also times like these. He’d suddenly steam up and would be in an irritated mood for the rest of the night. It had long since stopped intimidating me, and now I knew he just needed space when he was in these moods.
As he locked the door I went to head toward the living room to do just that, leave him alone. Dan’s grip on my wrist didn’t let go, though. He still had his jacket on, just standing in front of the door with a hand on me. I shook him, starting to get annoyed myself. “Hey, hulk man? Yeah I’m gonna need that arm back now.” Dan yanked me as I started walking. His eyes were literally on fire while he looked down at me. “Alright well, you got me. Now what? You gonna throw me outside for the night?”
My body was pressed against his chest now. His face got closer to mine, until our noses were touching. “You,” he growled, “are going to go to our room, strip naked, and wait for me to come in there. Do I make myself clear?” Usually I hated being told what to do, but Dan rarely called the shots in bed, it excited me. I only nodded and let him release me so I could fast-walk to the bedroom. When I entered, I peeled my clothes from my body. They fell and joined the piles of clothing on the floor. There was anticipation running through my veins, Dan and I had had a few fights that ended in hot sex, but it only happened when were were both upset. If one of us was mad we’d usually keep our distance. Dan’s steps got closer and closer while my body climbed up the bed and then sat in the middle. Dan entered the room, his shirt was off and in his hand but he dropped it to the floor as he came toward me.
“Come down here.” I cautiously headed toward where he stood at the foot of the bed, getting up on my knees and looking up at him expectantly. “Now what, big man?” He bit his lip and remained silent, long enough for me to get uncomfortable under his gaze. “Since you love to push me right to the edge…” Dan pushed my shoulder and I fell back. He dropped down to the floor and his hands were placed on my knees. “So let’s see how you like it.” I swallowed hard. His voice was deep and soft.
Slowly, Dan pushed my knees apart and I was on display to him. I wanted to close my legs out of shyness, but wanted to see where he was going with this. Without preamble, he started leaving wet kisses along the inside of my thighs. His hands slid slowly on along the tops of my thighs as well, sending tingles down my legs and right between them too. He knew they were sensitive, my body was getting hotter. Moments later, his left hand was skirting dangerously close to my center. By then I was more than ready for him to do more to me, sighing every few seconds. His finger teased me, tracing over every bit of me without hitting my clit, just gathering wetness and spreading it around. “C’mon, Dan. Do something,” I whined. “Alright, baby. As you wish.” The evil finger that had been teasing slid slowly into me. It wasn’t enough, but I still gave a gratified sound. He pumped it in and out of me while still littering kisses around where I wanted him most. Soon another finger was added, and he picked up speed. In a few minutes I was close, moaning loud and begging him not to stop. Dan stopped kissing me and looked up.
“You wanna cum?”
I nodded so hard my neck cracked a little, “Please don’t stop I’m so close!”
“Well too bad.” Dan ripped away all contact he had with me. Instantly I was falling away from that ecstatic moment he’d been driving me toward. I tried to chase it but without any stimulation I knew it was gone. I propped up on my elbows and looked at him in anger. “What? Didn’t like that? Didn’t like feeling good and then having it all stop?” I pouted and pushed my hips toward him, hoping he’d actually go back and finish me. Surprisingly he started up again.
Three almost-there moments later and I could feel tears in my eyes. “Dan…I’m begging you just-” I tried to catch my breath and speak at the same time. Plump pink lips pulled away from my overheated, soaking center. “You think I should let you cum now?” I didn’t even bother answering, just whining out softly. “Hey, don’t give up. Maybe I will this time.” Dan waited until he was sure I had calmed down enough, then proceeded to work me over again, faster this time, until I was right there, just about to let go. “On second thought…” I cried out. My fingers were gripping the sheets impossibly hard. “I’m still pretty mad at you.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat up halfway. “Bear, I’m sorry I made you so upset tonight. I promise I won’t bother you anymore just please please let me cum baby I’m going to explode!”
While sex between us could get a little on the kinkier side, nothing one of us did had ever pushed the other to beg; not until now. Dan seemed genuinely shocked at my words. “Did I push you too far, princess?” He uttered in a soft voice. “No no no I’m good. Just can you…you know.” I gestured to my nether regions. For the first time during the hour he’d been torturing me, he gave a genuine smile instead of a smirk. This time when he leaned in, I knew he would finish me properly. His tongue and lips went back to my clit, his fingers playing with that soft spot inside me. In less than a minute I had a grip on his hair and I was all but screaming his name with a mix of “Daddy” and “thank you”. Dan rode me through it, until I was too sensitive and he had to stop.
My vision blurred with tears and I tried to catch my breath. Distantly I heard Dan remove his pants and climb behind me on the bed. Carefully, he pulled me up where he was, and held me to his chest, idly wiping at the last of the frustrated tears on my face. “I really am sorry if I made you mad,” I said. Dan stopped and turned my head to look at him. “It’s fine, pumpkin. Sorry I pushed you so much tonight.”
“Don’t worry. I actually kind of liked it. Maybe I should piss you off more in the future.”
His face got serious, “Do it again and next time you just won’t cum.”
Maybe it was because he’d just made me cum, but I didn’t really believe him.
A/N: still no computer, dears! Sorry but this format will have to do
phil taking a Deep Meditation Breath ….. dan walking us thru a quick lil meditation in a liveshow ….. he and dan have made a 2017 goal to try and meditate and tho it is an individual practice they give each other reminders and have turned daily meditation into a competition . happy boys get calm and grounded together 2k17
Just had a really cute fic idea but I can't write for shit so it's up to you. So, Dan has these recurring dreams about this cute boy with black hair and light blue eyes. Almost every night the boy shows up and Dans upset when ever it ends because he wants to spend more time with him and get to know him. Until one day, Dans sees him (at like a café or something) and decides to talk to him. You can make the rest up. Idk if this was already made. Sorry if there is any spelling errors.
//uh whoops i was in a mood sorry this is so dramatic o shit //
Dan opened his eyes. His somewhat blurry vision settled on the white ceiling, the lightbulb that hung rather precariously from the ceiling right above his head.
He blinked, trying to collect his thoughts. He had lost him again.
He was more like a vision than an actual person; a ghost in Dan’s head that he couldn’t expel even if he tried. Even if he wanted to try.
Dan sighed, blowing away a strand of brown hair out of his eyes. He lay still, unable to summon the energy to move.
He found himself excited to go to bed every night, he had started falling asleep early after several cups of sweet dreams tea. He just wanted to see him again, whatever it took.
The boy wasn’t directly the center of his dreams. Dan would be dreaming normally, anything from walking the streets of London with his hands shoved in his pockets and his breath evaporating in the air before him like smoke… and he would see him. The boy with dusty ocean eyes, like a swimming pool reflection of the sky. His hair was black, really black, which was a contradiction to the rest of his features. His skin reminded Dan of porcelain; the delicate plates and tea cups that his mum would never let him touch when he was little, because they would shatter at a butterfly wing brushing them, she used to say.
He would just be there. In the back of a crowd or looking through a cafe window, it didn’t matter what the dream was, he was there. Sometimes Dan had to search for him, he had to look for the now familiar sparkling blue eyes and pale fingers. Once he was hiding in a tree, just sitting there, the branches intertwined with his limbs. But when Dan tried to run to him, speak to him, he woke up.
Dan ran his hands over his face and through his hair, listening to the sounds of cars and wind outside his window, and forced himself to sit up. His room was too empty, too white, but when you live by yourself without any real friends it’s hard to motivate yourself to decorate.
He swung his legs off the side of the bed, letting his feet touch the cold wood floor before standing. His legs felt wobbly but he walked over to his window, pulling the grey sweater he had fallen asleep in around him tighter. His legs were cold, and he felt himself regretting wearing only boxers to bed.
The sky was cloudy and drizzly, the window glass dotted with small drops of rain. Everything seemed wet and cold outside his window, tiny ant sized humans scurrying about on the ground, off on their business. Dan smiled, taking a deep breath and tapping the glass with his finger, feeling the cold seep through his skin. It really was his favorite weather.
He stepped lightly over to his mirror, biting his lip and looking himself over. His hair was messy and his eyes glassy; he noted he seemed to be getting a bit too skinny. His oversized sweater draped around him, hanging off his shoulders and exposing his collarbones.
He tried to remember who the boy was in his dream the night before. It was fuzzy, but he faintly recalled a coffee shop, glasses, and a flower decorated button up. The rest was evaporated, somewhere hiding in the back of his mind.
He really needed to get out of the house.
It was cold outside, as he expected, but he had prepared. He had changed into a black t-shirt, and put his grey knitted sweater back on, because it was warm and he really didn’t want to pick a different one. On top of it he had pulled on a fluffy black jacket, one that enveloped him in a feeling of warmth and protection from the world. And finally, black jeans.
Dan watched his shoes hit the pavement in a light slapping sound; the wet cobblestones felt hard underfoot, and he couldn’t remember the last time he just went on a walk like this.
People passed him hurriedly left and right, but he took his time. He wasn’t in a rush, he liked the icy sharp air and brisk wind that blew his (still messy and curly from sleep) hair around his face.
His mind was still centered around the blue eyed boy from his dreams, he was always there, in the back of his mind. Because Dan was falling in love with someone who didn’t even exist.
Dan stopped in his tracks, hurdling himself out of his thoughts, freezing in place.
Across the street was a building he had never seen before, which was odd considering he had lived here for a few years. It didn’t have a sign or any distinguishing features, not even a shop name or some form of decoration out front. There was one display window though, but the only thing is it was a cactus and an odd collection of mugs. For some reason it seemed homely, though, and Dan couldn’t help feeling drawn to it.
He looked right and left, rushing across the street and pausing in front of the building. He took a deep breath, pushing open the door and smiling as the bell rang out, all rosy cheeks and smoky breath.
Dan stopped, looking up and meeting the gaze of two beautiful sky blue eyes.
Dan’s heart stopped in his chest, his eyes widening. Him.
He was right there. He was standing behind the counter, a soft smile melted onto his features, black thick rimmed glasses balanced on his nose. His shirt was a navy blue button up, decorated with small pink roses, and suddenly everything came rushing back.
He flashed Dan a smile, going back to trimming a small plant, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth; his brow furrowed in concentration.
The shop was small but flooded with warmth; there were soft looking sofas and arm chairs scattered around the room as well as coffee tables. There were a few other customers, just going about their business; working on computers or reading thick hard covered novels.
Dan sat at one of the sofas, glancing up at the boy every now and then. His mind was whirling too fast for comprehension, unable to cling to any single conclusion. All Dan knew was it was him, it was the boy who’s face was constantly haunting him, flitting about his thoughts like his own personal playground.
Dan thought of what to do now. He was highly tempted to go right up to that counter, grab him by the shirt and kiss him, never let him escape again. He was also half tempted to shout at him. ‘Why are you here? How do you find it fair to torture me like that, and just disappear every morning?’
Or he could be sane, and just talk to him. Dan shook his head, laughing at himself and pushing himself up from the chair.
The boy looked up when Dan cleared his throat, raising his eyebrows, his eyes crinkling as he smiled widely.
“Hello!” He greeted him happily, his voice as deep and kind as Dan expected. And suddenly he couldn’t speak, his mouth was dry and all thoughts ran from his head.
The boy tilted his head slightly in question, his brow furrowed but the smile still softly plastered to his face.
“Er…” Dan stuttered finally, his voice breaking. “Hi.”
“Hi…” The boy said again, laughing, but it was too light hearted to feel like he was laughing at Dan; he seemed the kind of person to make you feel like he’s always laughing with you, even if you aren’t laughing.
“What is this p-place?” Dan muttered, glancing around. His face lit up.
“It’s my new shop!” He said excitedly, and then shrugged. “Technically my brother’s, but I help too.” He grinned, scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry, we haven’t got a name yet.”
“It’s nice,” Dan blurted, and the boy’s face brightened even more, if it was possible.
“Really? You think so?” He asked eagerly, and then drew back a bit. “Sorry, Martin says I’m far too…” he shrugged, scrunching his face, searching for a word. “…a bit much, for the customers.”
Dan laughed softly. “I think you’re just enough.”
Phil’s eyes twinkled, his grin widening. “Thanks! I thought I was being a bit too eager, I don’t want to scare anyone off.”
Dan licked his lips, his eyes flickering between Phil’s eyes and his lips, frowning.
“Okay, this might sound a bit strange…” Dan began, glancing at his hands. Phil leaned forward on the counter, resting his chin in his hands.
“I love strange.”
Dan chuckled. “I kind of…” he took a deep breath. “I see you in my dreams. Literally every night.”
His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open slightly. “You do?” He asked softly.
“Woah,” the boy muttered, standing up straight and gazing off into the distance. “That’s so weird.”
“I know,” Dan said, watching him, still somewhat shocked that he even existed. “Do you know anything about it?”
The boy bit down on his lip, frowning and nodding slowly. “I might. I’ll be right back.”
He rushed off, leaving Dan shocked, standing at the counter with wide eyes.
When he got back he was clutching a book to his chest; a dark blue hard back with tiny gold lettering etched into the cover. He smiled at Dan, holding it out.
“I was just reading this,” he said, leaning forward. “It’s… interesting. And it might have something to do with this.”
Dan nodded. “Alright. Well, thank you.”
“Of course.” Phil grinned, and winked. “See you in your dreams,” he said, giggling and moving to help another customer.
Dan opened the book that night, curled up on his couch with a cup of tea.
The inside cover read “Soulmates; a study”. Dan frowned.
There was a slip of paper that fell out of the book when he opened it, fluttering to the ground at Dan’s feet. He picked it up, unfolding it slowly.
“Our universe grants every soul a twin—a reflection of themselves—the kindred spirit – And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other—even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love.” It read, in quotations. And then, below it; “come by again sometime, maybe we can get some coffee :) -Phil Lester”
It occurred to Dan he had never asked his name.
The next day, Dan went back to that street, the one he had seen every day without that damn shop.
He stood in front of the building, his hands shoved in his pockets and his breath puffing in the cold air before him as he stared at where it should be, between a laundry mat and a sushi restaurant.
It was gone.
He never saw Phil again.
He read the book, start to finish, in the next month. At the very end, in bold, scribbled in a way that suggested it had been added in, read ; “Even if they never see each other, if they never even meet, they are connected in their hearts and in their souls, and they’ll always find each other.