noticing it my head sunk down onto Dan’s chest. My eyes had fallen shut half
way through the movie. I had fallen asleep not only in my friend’s flat but
basically on top of him. Dan didn’t seem to care and drifted off to sleep not
going to university half a year ago in a city that was completely different
from my home town. It wasn’t easy to make myself a home here and manage all of
the new challenges that I had to face. I had a little dorm room for myself and
I got homesick and lonely from time to time.
Dan on the
other hand had started uni 3 years ago. He already knew how things worked and
he shared a nice flat with his best friend Phil. Dan was a friend of my elder
brother and we had gotten on well before I moved here. Now that I was all alone
in this big city and needed company I found myself hanging out with Dan a lot.
first few weeks here he showed me around and took me to his favourite
restaurants. Now I was almost always welcome to hang out at his flat.
one of those days. I felt lonely watching TV all by myself in my dorm room and
half an hour later me and him were watching a movie on his couch.
I woke up
as soon as the light that shone through the curtainless windows became too
bright to ignore. The first thing I saw was a black shirt that I had nuzzled my
head into. The first thing I smelled was Dan’s cologne. The first thing I
noticed was Dan’s hand that was resting on my hip and almost on my bum. He must
have slung his arm around me in his sleep.
freeing myself from his grip without waking him up but his eyes shot open as
soon as I started moving.
“Sorry.” I awkwardly laughed and grinned at Dan’s
terrible bed hair.
shouldn’t sleep till noon everyday anyway.” He told me, shrugging his
chuckling at my morning voice but then the smile on his face vanished. His eyes
grew wide instead as they landed on where his hand was resting on my hip. Dan
quickly removed his arm. We had “friend zoned” each other the time we first
met. Cuddling on the sofa was definitely something that could cross our
For a second we just looked at each other.
us said something.
cuddle buddies are finally up!” Phil suddenly exclaimed as he entered the
Dan and I groaned at the same time. I grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw
it at him.
just telling the truth, Y/N.” Phil grinned while he defensively raised his
even cuddle.” I told him, rolling my eyes.
“Sure, why don’t
you check your phones and see for yourselves?”
glanced at Dan. He seemed to be as confused as me. I was expecting the worst as
I unlocked my phone. 50+ messages in my group chat with Dan, Phil, my brother
and some of their other friends that I had all met before.
the audacity to take a picture of us and post it in the group chat.
you gonna tell us, ;) ?’
after my sister, dude!?’
watching a movie huh?’
Netflix and chill, imma right?’
I sighed as
I read all of the boy’s texts. My brother being one of them. How embarrassing
you live with such a dumbass?” I asked Dan, pointing at his flatmate and best
friend. My voice was loud enough for Phil to hear it on purpose.
your fault. You were the one who used Dan as a pillow. And Dan literally hugged
you tighter than his favourite teddy bear.” Phil chirped teasingly.
feel my cheeks heat up. “We’re just friends!” Dan and I shouted at Phil, who
ate some breakfast together I took the bus back to my dorm. I took my phone out of
the pocket of my jeans in order to pass the time. I checked if I got any new
messages and remembered the group chat and all of the boy’s texts.
stop printing your Dan and Y/N shipper shirts! Just friends!’ I typed.
sent my witty comment I scrolled up and stumbled over the picture of Dan and I
cuddling. My head was nuzzled into his chest and he had his arms wrapped
tightly around me. One of my thighs was put onto his. We did look like a cliché
‘relationship goals’ picture.
sank as I caught myself smiling at the photo. I swallowed hard and quickly
turned my phone off, leaving me staring at the black screen. ‘just friends, Y/N’
I whispered to myself.
cuddle session, nothing extraordinary happed between me and Dan for a while. I
just visited him and we hung out together from time to time.
“OH MY GOD,
I CHUGGED IT”
It was a Friday night, Dan and I had just
passed a few important exams and we were out to celebrate all evening with a
few friends of ours. The two of us had just returned to Dan’s flat and he realised that he
still had some left- over vodka. Although we already had a few drinks at the bar
he somehow convinced me to drink the shot he had put into my hand.
later half of the bottle was empty.
giggled while I sunk down on the couch next to Dan and put my head onto his
Dan stared down at me, his deep brown eyes
were hypnotising. I swallowed hard as I realized how close we were. I noticed
how his eyes wandered down to my lips and stayed there.
breath on my skin made my inside tingle. The desire to kiss him washed over me
like a wave and there was nothing else I could think about. My skin started to
glow as the unbearable urge to kiss him was just too much.
closed the gap between us as his lips crashed down on mine. His hands were back
on my hips once again as he pulled me closer to him.
‘Oh my god’
I moaned in my head as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself onto
feel his hands eagerly grab my bum as he leaned back into the pillow of the
couch we were sitting on, with me still on top of him.
our hungry kiss to catch our breaths.
Dan!” I screamed as I realized what had just happened.
unbelievingly stared at each other with wide eyes.
drunk.” I whispered.
shouldn’t do this.” Dan gulped.
both breathing heavily and I was still on his lap. I breathed in his scent and
as I felt his hands on my bum the desire to be as close to him as possible
at each other intensely before his lips were suddenly back on mine. I buried my
fingers in his brown hair, making him moan. His tongue brushed my bottom lip,
asking for entrance that I gladly granted him.
eagerly making out on his couch, ‘just friends’ was totally forgotten by now. I
could feel his hard-on poke the bottom of my thigh and I moaned as I realized how
turned on he was by me.
His huge hands started to explore my body,
making me gasp as they wandered
underneath my shirt and unclasped my bra…
THANK YOU TO THE WONDERFUL @thebandfamily666 FOR THE ADORABLE REQUEST IM SORRY ITS SO SHIT TRULY
Title: Sweaty Palms
Summary: It’s dark out andDan just really wants to hold Phil’s hand.
Characters / Pairing: Dan Howell, Phil Lester
Word Count: 754 (it was a cute request and i just wanted to let you all know im back lmao - this isn’t all that good but the prompt was toooo cuteee to resist)
Warnings: M/M, swearing, adorable conflicted Dan, internal conflict, hand holding, frustration, bants, annoyance, A FLUFFITY FLOOF, undecided ending (ie. you choose how it ends - do they end up together? are they just friends and it was platonic? up to youuuu)
Or the one where Dan’s unsure if the butterflies are from the darkness or Phil. #prompt #undecidedending
It’s sitting there, tempting him.
Dan stares at it while it swings innocently along in the brisk night air.
He’s never felt so much yearning in his life.
“I guess London decided to get really grumpy and leave us with clouds tonight, huh?”
Dan looks up at the sound of his companion’s voice.
Phil is walking beside him back from a quick trip to Tesco.
Only… They had to walk because Phil lost his keys to their car.
There’s a thick dark overcast, and - if he’s honest - Dan is a little unnerved by the dark shadows twisting and slithering closer to them in the blackness.
He subconsciously steps closer to Phil and his chest constricts. “Yeah, I guess.”
Phil glances over at him, and Dan can barely make out his blue eyes in the darkness. “What’s wrong, Dan?”
He blushes, thankful that it’s not bright enough for Phil to notice. “Nothing; I’m fine. Just exhausted because it’s the first time I’ve had to get exercise since puberty.”
“I’m pretty sure we went on a run together a while back.” His flatmate chuckles and continues walking.
Dan releases a relieved breath, Phil’s focus no longer on him.
Though he is still afraid of the dark, he is horriblyembarrassed by his irrational fear and hates that he longs for comfort so badly.
And - of bloody course - this is one of those times.
His eyes drop back down to the pale hand swinging along beside Phil’s body.
Nonetheless, Dan finds his fingers twitching obnoxiously.
“Are you up for some more Free tonight? I know you really like that anime, and I feel bad for misplacing my keys…” Phil just continues talking, completely unaware of Dan’s internal struggle.
The long, slender white digits hang limply at Phil’s side, and they look so comforting. Sosoft…
Dan’s stomach churns uncomfortably, and he’s not sure if it’s because of his nervousness about the dark or his intense desire to just curl into a ball and pull Phil down with him.
Phil with his shimmering blue eyes and his raven dark hair and his long, slender figure. Phil’s gentle words and his (oddly infectious) optimism and soft laughter. Phil is perfect for comforting Dan.
And damn that hand looks really inviting right now.
He glances up, snapped from his thoughts. “Hmm?”
The older man pauses and looks at him worriedly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine. Why?”
“I asked if you want to watch Free to make up for the unwilling exercise you had to participate in today.” His friend frowns and Dan squints to see his expression; concern. “I know how much you love Haru.”
Dan flushes bright red.
That’sbecausehelookslikeyou, you dingus.
“He’s a cartoon, Phil. It’s not like I’m obsessed.” Dan coughs awkwardly and makes direct eye contact as to appear unbothered.
“I know, I know.” Phil waves him off. “I’m just giving you a hard time; you’re not talking much so I’m trying to break the ice. I’m starting to run low, here.”
“Oh no,” Dan cringes, “you’re not gonna start saying th-”
“What did the noble gas say to the transition metal after Elements ‘n Chill?” The man sounds excited, and it flutters Dan’s heart a little.
He sighs. “What, Phil?”
“He leadneon!” Phil urges him, “Get it? It’s like saying ‘he led me on’ but with the elements lead and neon!”
“Are you a complete nerd?” Dan goes deadpan. “That wasn’t funny.”
Phil pouts and glares at him. “You’renot funny. I’m hilarious.”
“Right, Phil, you’re a comedian.”
“Shut up, Dan. I’m funny.”
Dan sniggers and feels his stomach settle a little more. He smiles at the side of Phil’s head and a warm feeling crawls up through his veins, despite the chilly air.
WhatdoIhavetobeafraidof? ThisisPhil… The oneperson I trust morethananyone.
Gentle fingers lace through the long, slender white digits and they no longer swing in the air freely, now that they’re occupied.
Dan can feel Phil’s hand tense up and his surprised and confused eyes on the side of his head, but Dan just smiles and keeps walking.
Neither mention it, but - slowly - Phil’s hand squeezes his back.
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Dear people who get mad and take offense to people who don’t like dan and phil… Chill out! People dont have to like them! That what makes having opinions and having freedom to express yourself is so great! People dont have to like what you like. If everyone liked the same things there would be no originality… And the same rules apply for bashing people for likening things. There is people who like 1D (me) and people don’t like them, people who like BOTDF yeah i hate them but I’m not gonna bash people who do.
Live by my moto: someone has to like it, and thats the person who does. So what.
[Dan’s eyes dropped to the floor, avoiding his gaze.
“You know what they did with me. Please don’t make me say it, I
can’t.” Dan pleaded, making Phil almost tear up.]
WN: references to rape/abuse, trauma, hurt!Dan,
you’re gonna be okay?” The driver questioned as Phil helped his flatmate
out of the taxi.
“I’m sure Dan
will be, if he gets some sleep once we get in.” Phil answered, wrapping
his arms around Dan’s shivering shoulders. It was really late, or just earlier
in the morning, and the chill was horrible.
“I didn’t mean
just him.” The woman raised an eyebrow, turning her body to face the two
as they left her vehicle. “You’ve been through a lot, even if your friend
- I’m sorry, what’s your name?”
Both pairs of eyes
looked to Dan and he shot his gaze between them, feeling nervous. He opened his
mouth to speak but no sound came out; did he remember his name? People had been
referring to him with something, but the others had only called him ‘kid’ all
night. Honestly, he couldn’t remember.
Phil noticed his lip
quivering and squeezed him gently. “It’s okay, you’re just tired.”
Dan nodded in
understanding but he felt horrid - he couldn’t even answer the simple question
'what’s your name’.
Once inside, Dan sat
timidly on the sofa whilst Phil slipped into the kitchen to make them both
drinks. Once he’d flicked the kettle on he gazed over at Dan and watched him
look around himself, reminding himself that he was home, and that meant safe,
and Phil couldn’t help but notice just how much smaller he looked now - not in
height, just posture. He no longer had his usual confident stance, shoulders
back, head up, a big happy grin on his face. No - he was curled into himself,
eyes darting around nervously and limbs twitching in trauma. Dan had changed.
This wasn’t fair,
Phil thought, Dan was a good person. He didn’t deserve any of this. Though,
really, who ever did?
called and the man shot his head around, eyes alert but full of exhaustion.
“Do you want a cup of tea? I’m making them now.” He slowly nodded his
head, not taking his eyes off Phil for some reason so he smiled back, turning to
take two mugs out of the cupboard. He chose the Hello Kitty one just for Dan
because he really needed to see him as his old self and scooped in lots of
sugar - he’d need the energy.
Once he came back he
set the mugs on the coffee table but didn’t sit down, and Dan looked up at him
with wide and innocent eyes making his heart hurt. “I’ll get you some
pyjama bottoms if you’d like?” Dan nodded and Phil turned to walk away but
just as he took one step forward he felt a hand clasp his shirt, gently tugging
him back. He glanced back to his friend and he stared back, eyes sad and
desperate, almost pleading 'please don’t leave me alone’ so Phil turned back
around. “You want to come with?” Dan nodded, bringing his bottom lip
nervously between his teeth and carefully stood up, the action hurting him a
He kept his grip on
Phil’s shirt, reminding him of a child, as he lead him to Dan’s bedroom.
“You can sit on
the bed if you’d like,” he whispered softly and Dan reluctantly let out,
moving to perch himself on the end of his bed. He looked so lost and confused
that Phil couldn’t believe this was really Dan Howell - his best friend for over
five years. He walked over to the drawers and rummaged through them, realising
that Dan hadn’t said a word since he’d woken up from that nightmare. He seemed
to sleep just fine afterwards, though nervously.
Phil finally found a
pair and pulled them out, along with a new pair of boxers and T-shirt, and gave
them to Dan who only gazed up at him blankly.
“Do you want me
to leave the room?” Dan quickly shook his head. “Umm, well, do you
want to turn around?” Dan paused, then nodded, and Phil quickly spun
himself around. “Just so you know - I would never do that to you. You don’t need to be scared about that. God,
I couldn’t ever hurt you in any way. But if I ever do please tell me, no matter
how small it seems, because I can’t bear to see you hurt, and I promise I don’t
mean it. But I will try everything I can to make sure I don’t hurt you, okay?
You’re safe with me.”
pained squeal echoed through the room and Phil spun around, glancing quickly
over the heap of his best friend on the floor, who had his trousers clumsily
around his ankles. He must have lost his balance, Phil guessed. “You
alright? That was quite the fall.”
Dan tried to sit up
but his face contorted in pain so Phil knelt down beside him. He reached out a
hand but Dan shook his head fiercely, grabbing his trousers again with his
hands and pulling them up his legs. He squirmed on the floor to get them past
his hips but once they sprang up he collapsed onto the floor, trembling.
okay?” Dan’s eyes looked back up to him and he nodded. “Do you want
me to help you up?” Hesitating, he nodded and reached his arms out,
flinching when Phil’s hands wrapped around his forearms and pulled him up
carefully. Once Dan was on his feet again Phil immediately let go, knowing Dan
wasn’t keen on being touched. The man looked down at the floor, embarrassed,
and Phil was really hating how helpless he looked all the time. “Right -
back to our tea, then?” Dan nodded and followed him into the other room,
tagging along like a tail.
Phil sat down on the
sofa and Dan joined him, both men reaching for their mugs and taking a sip.
“I hate to be
rude but please say something, Dan. I
can’t bear it.” Phil whispered, hoping he didn’t seem rude.
Dan stared at him
blankly before setting his mug down.
hot,” he squeaks, voice timid and quiet. “My throat hurts.”
sorry,” Phil places his own mug down next to his flatmate’s and twisted
into his seat to face him. “So…” he started. “What did they do
with you, exactly?”
Dan’s eyes dropped
to the floor, avoiding his gaze. “You know what they did with me. Please
don’t make me say it, I can’t.” Dan pleaded, making Phil almost tear up.
“We don’t have
to talk about this right now - it’s fine, we can just go to bed–” Phil
made to move but a small hand on his stopped him. Confused, he glanced down
between them and saw Dan slowly taking his hand away from Phil’s.
sorry…” he mumbled, shuffling away. “I’m fine. We can talk about
Phil stayed silent
for a moment before forcing an appreciative smile. “Okay - where did they
actually put their hands and…stuff?”
wrists and ankles, and my hips, and all over my chest, a little on my neck, and
hair, and my thighs…” his voice wavered as he fought reluctantly through
memories. “Never my…you know. Just theirs. And they never kissed me,
either. At least not on the lips.”
Phil nodded in
acknowledgement. “And, err, did they do it a lot?” Dan nodded, biting
seemed to stop…” he whimpered, bringing his limbs into himself
okay, you’ll get through this,” Phil reassured, and Dan took a deep breath
to calm himself. “Loads of people get - I mean, go through this - and they
recover. It won’t be like this forever.” Cautiously Dan reached out his hand
and lightly touched Phil’s, gently sliding his fingers between the other’s soft
ones. He looked up at Phil and, for the first time, held a genuine smile on his
face, so Phil gladly let him hold his hand.
“There was this
guy… Mike. The one that, you know, and he was kind to me. He wasn’t like the
others,” his smile faltered. “He shouldn’t have been there. He didn’t
deserve what Tyler did to him,” Phil watched as he shook his head solemnly.
“He never even - no, wait. No. He did, didn’t he? Oh god… I remember; he
DID do this to me. When I was in the field, the others were cheering him on,
pressuring him to do it. He’d been so reluctant, I guess it peeved them
Phil let him talk,
leaning away briefly to retrieve his tea again but at no point detaching his
fingers from Dan’s - he held them tightly, almost using Phil to keep a grip on
reality and really he didn’t mind; it seemed to please his friend, so for that he
was happy to oblige.
“I just - shit,
I can’t believe he’s actually dead. I mean, they’re all fucking dead.” He
wiped his nose quickly and sniffed, and oh god there was no way Phil could
witness all this again. “Mike was a good guy. And now he’s dead.”
Phil shushed him
gently and rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb. “You don’t need to
talk anymore if you don’t want to.”
Dan sniffed again,
but nodded in appreciation. “Okay…” he breathed.
“Want to get
some sleep now? It’s been a long night for you.” Dan nodded again,
retrieving his tea before standing up and letting Phil lead him to his bedroom
again by their still entwined hands; he stared down at them and surprisingly he
couldn’t help the small smile that grew across his face. It actually made
finally let go and made his way over to the bed, craving its softness. “I
think I can do this on my own.” He muttered, lifting the covers and
slipping beneath them. Still, Phil walked over and tugged the covers over Dan’s
tired body, earning a yawn as a thank you. Dan placed his tea on the side and
snuggled beneath the covers, wrapping himself up in the warmth and softness and
safety of the bed; his bed. However, as Phil made to leave Dan found his hands
reaching out to grab his shirt and gently tug him back. “Noo…” he
Phil turned back to
him, raising an eyebrow in concern. “What? Is something wrong?” Dan
paused, then shook his head. “Then what is it?”
stay? Please?” He gazed at Phil with hopeful, innocent eyes and they was
no way he could say no.
where do you want me to go?” Dan looked around the room, lips curling in
thought, before reaching for the other corner of the covers and pulling them up
invitingly. “Oh - you want me to sleep in here?” Dan nodded.
“Are you sure?” He nodded again, this time with more conviction, so
Phil slinked around bed and under the covers, curling himself up and facing his
friend by laying on his side.
Dan did the same and
found Phil’s hand again, slipping his fingers tentatively between Phil’s; this
was turning into a therapeutic habit, much like sucking your thumb. “Could
you, err…would you, ohh…” Dan blushed lightly, glancing away. “Would
you maybe kiss my head?” He buried his face into the covers.
raised, certainly not expecting that. “What? Really?”
Timidly Dan nodded.
“You’ve done it before and it’s nice.” he dove deeper.
shuffling closer and pressing his lips to the top of his friend’s head, on his
hair. Dan giggled and slowly poked his head out of his puffy shell like a
tortoise. Without being asked Phil placed another brief kiss to Dan’s forehead,
watching after he’d pulled away as Dan’s eyes flicker closed and the corners of
his lips twitched into a smile. He fluttered his eyes open, seeing Phil was
extremely close but not feeling any dread. Suddenly, no one could tell who
initiated it, their lips had met in a gentle kiss and Phil pulled away quickly,
covering his face in shame.
“Oh god, I am
so sorry! I didn’t mean - we shouldn’t have - Dan, I–” he stumbled
clumsily over his words, cutting himself off once he heard Dan giggle.
okay. That was…nice, actually.” He smiled softly, reassuringly.
Phil blinked once,
eyes bright and hopeful. “Really?” Dan nodded. He grinned, and leaned
forward to gently brush his lips against Dan’s causing that adorable little
giggle to leave his mouth again. “We should get some sleep now. We will come
back to this tomorrow.”
Dan curled himself
up, for the first time not in a weak, defensive way, and slowly closed his
The other groaned,
trying to sleep. “Yeah?”
Dan smiled lightly.
Weeks drifted by
without much thought from the two of them; policemen, police stations, court
summons and therapist visits flew by before they could catch them. It was
almost like they were on a train, with the world passing by around them.
When Phil had first
called the police round Dan was shaking in his room, refusing to see them. Phil
knelt down beside him but didn’t try to lay a hand on him.
You don’t have to talk to them yet if you don’t want to.” Dan whimpered
his name and stood himself up, hand fumbling for Phil’s as it always did when
he felt a memory coming back or panic rising - he’d squeeze it gently and Phil would
know how to help him, like the therapist had told him.
try…” Dan whispered, tilting his head to the side to allow Phil’s lips
to place a gentle kiss on his forehead before leading him outside.
Now they lay in each
other’s arms - well, Dan half-asleep curled up in Phil’s lap. As Phil gazed
down at him, sweet and young and almost okay again, he couldn’t help but smile.
He twirled his hair between his fingers and saw a smile play on Dan’s lips, signalling
he was still awake.
Dan?” He whispered, and Dan’s body shuffled onto its back and he opened
his eyes, gazing lovingly up at Phil. “What are we…umm, do
we…umm…” his lips curled in thought and he blushed lightly. “What
are we doing?”
Dan cocked his head
“Like, are we
together?” He couldn’t help but notice just how affectionate they were to
each other, with brief forehead kisses and stolen ones on his lips, fingers
tangled together or threaded through hair. When Phil asked to check Dan’s body
for bruises and marks he kept saying how beautiful he was, how beautiful his
skin was, and reassured him that what those sick men had done didn’t make him
filthy. He was beautiful, he’d told him, but that didn’t mean he deserved it.
Every second they
spent together just seemed so full of…something.
Dan simply blinked,
eyes half-lidded with weariness. “I don’t know. But you know I love being
with you like this,” he wrapped his arms lazily around Phil’s middle and
snuggled closer into him.
helpful, I think. Because I just want you to know that I love you–”
“I love you
too.” Phil put his hand lightly over Dan’s mouth to quiet him and he
couldn’t help but giggle.
finished. I don’t mean it in the way we’ve been throwing it around lately - I
really mean it.”
Dan’s eyes softened
and he stayed quiet for a moment. “You love me?” Phil nodded slowly,
but he watched as Dan’s face fell unexpectedly. “You can’t. We can’t be a
Phil tried to hide
his disappointment, but it was difficult. “Why not though?”
The other sighed
sadly. “Because. People get in relationships for sex, and I
can’t…have…sex…” he trailed off, averting his eyes from Phil’s.
Phil’s hand reached
down a gently cupped Dan’s cheek, leading him to look up at him. “Dan. I
love you, so I would never ever make you do something you weren’t okay with
doing. You remember that, right?” The younger nodded. “So we wouldn’t
have to have sex, not ever if you weren’t ready. And I know what you’re
thinking - and I’ll telling you that I could never force you into it. So you
wouldn’t ever have to worry with me.” He let his thumb brush along his
cheek lovingly and Dan closed his eyes.
“Of course I
remember; I gave you my virginity, all those years ago. And it wasn’t easy,
'cause you were so reluctant, in a caring way.” He laughed and Phil
pouted, feigning offense. “But yeah - in all seriousness, if I got a
boyfriend I would be so nervous all the time that they might want something
from me that I couldn’t give them… I think you’d be the best boyfriend a mess
like me could ask for.”
Phil leaned down and
connected their lips softly, feeling Dan happily kiss back, and pulled away
briefly. “Thank you.” They were going to be okay together. Dan would
get better with Phil’s touch and affection always there for him when he needs it.
Things wouldn’t be able to return back to normal, of course not, but did the
past really matter when they had a future together to look forward to?
so as you all might now apparently there’ll be a new video on phil’s channel tomorrow, joint by dan (wherever that information came from). i didn’t really believe in that until i saw that dan tweeted this during the barnes & noble q&a today:
*sigh* will they ever let us chill. as you might know, the tabinof audiobook will be released TOMORROW too - many people from the phandom didn’t really know about that, because dan and phil didn’t really announce it like e.g. tyler oakley did.
so i’d say (if it’s not even actually pinof 7 because if so i’m gonna die) it might be a video about that? it doesn’t really make sense i know. it’s 12:28 am where i live and i only slept for like 4 hours last night so don’t judge me ok
imagine dan and phil moving into a house together, like looking around for months until they finally find one that’s perfect where they can get a garden and a dog and imagine them moving in and realizing they don’t have enough stuff to furnish an entire house so they’ll have to go furniture shopping but that night they’re way too tired so they don’t even bother setting anything up they just sleep on the floor and stay up late talking about all the ways they’re gonna make the house their home and what colors the walls will be and everything and phil wants bright colors and dan wants black but they both know it doesn’t really matter they’re just so happy and they’ll make it work everything will be fine and just imagine dan and phil moving into a house
The Danisnotonfire post saying Phan is Real is fake, understand please that Tumblr used to have a feature where you could edit textposts to say what your heart desires, but the Phan is Real edit is horrible, Dan doesn’t need this, don’t repeat 2012 in 2016. We are 6 days into this year and already something bad is happening involving Dan and/or Phil. The Phandom is loosing it’s chill, Dan and Phil have feelings and are human, AND have freedom of opinion on this “Phan is Real” Post.
Honestly I think the Instagram Phandom is gonna start hating on the Tumblr Phandom, and which me, being part of both, I have both sides in this conflict.
But other than that, the post must be deleted, one way or another.
DO NOT REPOST IT SAYING “omg Phan is Real!” BECAUSE ITS FAKE.