Hello, love bugs!
I guess I should warn you guys that I think I swear in every story I have posted. It’s the Canadian prairies girl in me. We always swear when talking. It’s second nature for us.
Phil x Reader Y/N= Your name Y/L/N= Your last name
Smut request- reader calls Phil daddy & he acts all awkward about it so they stop making out but when the reader starts to apologize the next day about it after they haven’t spoken to one another since the previous night, he admits he liked it & that’s why he hasn’t spoken to the reader (Reader’s POV) xx thanks- anonymous
It was a regular evening in the Lester, Howell, Y/L/N, household. everyone was under blankets in the living room on their laptops. You were writing an essay about some bullshit class. Dan was on Tumblr shit posting. His words, not yours. Lastly, Phil was watching Youtube videos trying to figure out the new trend he may want to be a part of. It really was a nice evening until you happen to look at the clock and realize that it was one in the morning and you have to be awake at seven am.