i almost flipped out at school today when i saw the music video… like i literally fangirled my ass out, muffling all my screams and having my best friend tell me that i was practically like giving birth or something….. ;u;
So my sister asked me what its like when we as fanfic writers have other fanfic writers like our shit.
Idk about you guys, but I flipped my shit when I saw BlindBae and Miss Immortal and Stunningly Ignis like some of my shit.
I almost flipped my laptop.
Then she asked me if we all just have a Discord where we sin and talk about fanfiction and shit and I lost my shit right there because it sounds amazing.
ALSO I SAW A FAN TODAY!
I met @crusaderisnotonline today at Walmart when I was getting some boxes so I could finish moving!
I’m a happy little woman now.
Summary: Sam and the reader were a happy couple until Sam lost his soul. Now the reader can’t stand to be around him, which Soulless!Sam doesn’t seem to mind until he starts having these ‘feelings’ that go beyond attraction.
You wake a few times; twice in the car and once when Sam carries, yes, carries you to your room and onto your bed. The next and last time you wake up is when you’re on your bed. You get up from your bed, your head killing you, and walk to the bathroom. You see a sizable piece of gauze taped to the side of your head when you examine yourself in the mirror. You brush your teeth, wincing every time your injury feels like causing you pain. Instead of taking a shower, you decide to take a bath. You feel like you deserve it after everything that’s happened. While you soak your sore muscles, you think about how Sam held you in the car. It wasn’t any normal hold or grip, or whatever you want to call it. It was the “You scared me shitless so you’re not leaving my sight until I feel otherwise” hold. You’ve become familiar with it, what with you having suffered a considerable amount of injuries, some almost fatal.
You just don’t understand it.
Maybe you misinterpreted it. Maybe he just…you can’t really think of any other explanation. You know Sam’s touch. It wasn’t random and it wasn’t a mistake. The thing is, the only way that could have happened is if Sam was actually worried about you. But then that would require Sam to actually feel, which he doesn’t. Does he? You don’t freaking know.
You need some food.
You get out of the bath, change into your comfiest pajamas and make your way to the kitchen. The sound of Sam’s confused voice stops you in your tracks. You’re just a few steps away from the kitchen.
“I don’t know what’s going on with me, Dean.” He sounds calm, but concerned.
“What do you mean?” Dean asks.
“I don’t know, man. I’ve been having these urges, these feelings, or whatever they’re called, I don’t know.” He admits.
“Uh huh…keep going.” Dean prompts him.
“Remember the other night when she went out to meet that friend or whatever?” He asks.
“Yeah. The guy she was supposed to bone.” His tone is nonchalant.
“Don’t say that.” He growls. “She’s not supposed to be boning anyone.” You guess he realizes how odd he sounds and sighs. “My point is I wasn’t okay with her going out to meet him. In fact, I followed her to the bar and watched her. I watched her with that guy and I was so angry, furious even.I felt possessive over her. She’s not supposed to be with that guy. She’s not supposed to be with any guy, Dean. She’s mine.”
His last two words send a shiver down your spine and realize he was lying when he said Dean was worried about you back when you two were outside ofthe bar. It was never Dean. It was him.
“And today, with the hunt and her almost getting killed, I almost completely flipped my shit.”
“Yeah.” Dean agrees. He remembers the moment he and Sam realized you were gone. Sam spotted you on the floor with a vampire and he tore through about five vampires in less than a minute in order to get to you. It was feral. And then there were those moments after when Sam carried you to the impala and refused to let Dean touch you. “You looked like you were hanging onto her for dear life.”
“That’s exactly my point. I’m soulless. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I shouldn’t be feeling at all.” He says, clearly frustrated,
“Yeah, we gotta talk to Cas about this. This is some weird crap. Cas!” You hear Dean yell. “Get your feathery ass down here, we have a bit of a situation.“
“Cas, I’m serious!” He shouts.
“Must you always yell?” Castiel’s gravelly voice fills the room and you can’t help but giggle.
“Don’t-” You hear an exasperated sigh. “I told you not to do that.”
“Do what?” Castiel asks.
“Pop up behind me. It’s creepy.”
“I’ll keep that in mind for the near future. Anyway, you called?”
“Yeah, uh, Sam here is feeling things he shouldn’t be feeling.
"Sam doesn’t have a soul. He does not feel.”
“That’s the problem, Einstein.”
“Anyway, Sam,” He says, ignoring Dean’s smart remark. “What exactly are you feeling? And when do these feelings occur?”
“I don’t know. It’s only when Y/N’s around. I feel extremely possessive and protective of her when she’s near me. And when she’s not around me, I feel this dull ache. It’s like there’s something inside me that needs to be filled.”
"How long have you been feeling this way?”
“Ever since I got back. But the feelings weren’t this strong. They’ve only intensified since I’ve been around her.”
“I see. I wasn’t going to tell you or Y/N but it seems that it’s important for you to know.”
“Tell us what?”
You move closer to the kitchen, ignoring the relentless throbbing in your forehead. Now is not the time for your injury to act up.
“Well, you and Y/N are soul mates.”
Before you can stop yourself, you walk right into the kitchen, surprise etched into your features.” “Wait, what?” All eyes are on you now.
“Y/N.” You look at Sam, who looks just as dumbfounded as you do.
“How long have you been standing there?” Dean asks.
You wince at the sharp pain that strikes your head at the moment. “Long enough.” You answer softly. “Cas, you were saying?”
“I knew it the moment I met the both of you. Your souls lit up when you two were in the same room.”
“Wait,” Dean stops him.”You knew this the entire time and you never told them anything? This doesn’t make any sense.” It might not make sense to Dean but it makes perfect sense to you. You knew Sam belonged with you the first time he looked at you.
“It does, Dean. Y/N will tell you.”
Dean shifts his gaze to you. “Y/N?”
You shrug, trying to find the right words to say.“I-I just knew he was special when I met him. I didn’t know why. But I just thought that it was because Sam’s special, y’know? I mean, it’s Sam. He’s special.” You say, repeating yourself since you can’t think of anything else to describe how you felt.
“Right.” Dean says, even though he clearly does not understand, and turns his attention back to Castiel. “So what’s up with this whole soulmate business? I mean, Sam doesn’t have a soul so how is possible for him to feel this way?”
“Well,” Castiel starts. “When humans were created, they originally had four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces. It is said that humans had great strength at the time and threatened to conquer the gods. So Zeus came up with the solution to split humans in half. Until unified, Every human in existence longs for his or her other half.” He turns to Sam. “Your body still yearns for hers. Until your bodies are interconnected, you will not feel complete. Sam doesn’t have a soul so he relies on his natural instinct, which is to mate and protect Y/N.”
“Wait, what do you mean about our bodies having to be interconnected? You mean-” Sam gives Castiel a knowing look.
Castiel nods, knowing exactly what Sam’s thinking. “Yes, Sam. Sex.”
“But we already had sex.” You butt in and Dean practically breaks his neck in order to look at you, surprise written all over his face. “Before, when he had a soul.” You clarify.
“But you were having sex regularly, yes?” Castiel asks, making your cheeks heat up.
“Y-yes.” You say, embarrassed.
“Then your bodies had no reason to yearn for each other.” He explains.
“So it’s kind of like the whole alpha/omega crap but without the knotting and the monthly heats and stuff?” Dean asks.
“Wow, okay. That’s a lot of information to process for me.” Dean says, earning a glare from Sam.
“It’s a lot of information for you to process?” Sam asks, incredulously. “How do you think I feel?”
“You don’t feel.” Dean reminds him.
“I feel for her, apparently.” Sam gestures to you.
“Yes. There’s nothing you can do about it, I’m afraid. Unless Y/N-”
“Don’t, Cas.” You say, stopping him in his tracks. You love Sam but you’re not going to fulfill his needs just because he feels uncomfortable. That’s not how this works. Besides, it isn’t really Sam. This is soulless Sam.
Castiel nods. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”
You shake your head and give him a warm smile. “It’s fine, Cas. Thanks for helping us figure out this whole thing.” You go in for a hug and he accepts it. When you’re about to pull away, he places two fingers on your forehead and the pain ceases. He’s healed you. “Thank you.”
“It’s not a problem. Now,” Castiel steps back. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some business to attend to.”
“Adios.” Dean manages to get out before Castiel disappears.
You look at Dean, confused. “Adios? Really?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. Don’t judge me.”
You snicker and nod. “Yeah, okay.” You peel off the tape, along with the gauze, and throw it in the trash can near you. You’re about to leave the room when Dean asks you if you want something to eat. You glance at Sam, seeing his eyes are on you and you decline, shaking your head as you do so. “I’m not hungry.” Is all you say before you leave the room in a hurry.
* The week after that conversation is…awkward, to say the least. You and Sam don’t utter a word to each other unless you’re on a hunt. And even then, you give each other one word answers. Dean doesn’t know what the hell to do. He’s tried to get you and Sam into a room to have an ‘adult conversation’ but it doesn’t work. To be honest, it’s mostly you who doesn’t want to talk. You’ve made it abundantly clear by telling Sam to leave you alone whenever he tries talking to you. So yeah, you’re the one who’s making things awkward. Oops.
You’re doing some late night research on some murders in Wyoming when you hear the door open. Dean and Sam are back from the bar. The first person you see is Dean. His beautiful green eyes are glossed, which indicates that he’s drunk. But there’s something else in them. He looks…worried?
“Dean, are you okay?”
Before Dean can respond, you hear some giggling. And it definitely didn’t come from either of the boys.
“I’m gonna go to bed. You should do the same.” He says quickly before he hurries off to his room.
Your jaw clenches as you wait for Sam and his date to pass through. Because that’s what she is. She’s a late night recap. You hear some shuffling and something fall before they come out from the shadows and into full view. It’s only for a second but it’s enough. It’s enough to see her tight red dress hugging her body, and Sam’s hands all over her. She doesn’t even seem to notice your presence, which you’re not surprised at, what with Sam nipping at her neck and all. He looks your way for a brief moment and you see it. The glint in his eye. He’s challenging you. He’s trying to make you jealous. You stand your ground and keep your eyes on him until he and his date fade back into the shadows. You hear a “Sam, stop it!” followed by giggle before there’s more feet shuffling and then, finally, silence.
Your bravado fades as hurt and betrayal begin to overwhelm you. How fucking dare he. How fucking dare he bring a girl inside this house and then flaunt her right in front of you. You don’t care if he was trying to make you jealous. Soul or not, that was fucking cruel. And he knew it. You swallow the sob that threatens to come up from your throat because you refuse, absolutely refuse, to waste your tears on that asshole. You slam the book closed and make your room, trying to ignore the moans coming from Sam’s room as you do so. Thank God you still have the earplugs you bought when Dean’s snoring was getting to be too much when the three of you had to share a motel room that one time.
* The next morning, you go about your business as usual. You wake up, take a shower, and start to make your and Dean’s breakfast. You’re frying some bacon when Sam walks into the kitchen. You don’t see Sam’s eyes on your back but you feel them. When you’re done with the bacon, you dump four strips on a plate, which already has a sizable amount of eggs on it. You take the plate, ignoring Sam’s stare, and put it in front of Dean, who’s practically salivating.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” He says with a smile before he digs into his food.
“No problem.” You say before you make a plate for yourself.
“And my breakfast?” Sam asks and you promptly ignore him, grabbing your plate and sitting on the side of Dean that will effectively block Sam from your view.
“Leave her alone, Sam. You know she doesn’t want to speak to you after that stunt you pulled last night.” Dean says between bites, surprising you and Sam. “Besides, she never makes you breakfast. You always have those veggie shakes or some other healthy crap. That’s the one thing that hasn’t changed about you since you lost your soul.” You try to hide your smile as you eat your breakfast. Dean’s always manages to make you laugh when you need it the most.
“Anyway how was your night, Y/N?” You hear Sam ask and like before, you ignore him and eat. He doesn’t seem to accept the fact that you’re not going to answer and keeps trying. “Aren’t you going to ask me how my night was?” Now you’re annoyed. You know that he knows what he did last night was wrong. He could have just taken her to a motel like he does with all the other girls. You know he screws around. And you’ve accepted this because this is soulless Sam. You can’t control him. Sam with a soul would never cheat on you. He’d cut his own hands off before he did something that he knew would hurt you. “Wait…I think you know exactly how my night was.”
You’re not going to stick around for this. As you set down your fork, you realize that your appetite is not as big as it used to be ever since you’ve been introduced to soulless Sam. You stand up from your chair, pushing it in before putting a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “I’m gonna be in my room if you need anything.” Dean nods, still chewing, and you walk out of the kitchen, heading towards your room.
“What the hell’s wrong with you, man?” You hear Dean say. “Haven’t you put her through enough?”
You don’t hear a reply from Sam and you figure those are his footsteps you hear behind you. You stop in your tracks, turn around and put a hand up, in order to keep him at a distance. “Please leave me alone.” You tell him, your tone calm but firm.
“Why?” He asks.
“Are you fucking serious? You’re really asking me that?” You say, your tone still calm.
“Yeah, I mean I know-”
“Shut up. Just shut up. You don’t know anything. You’re selfish and cruel, and you deserve to get hit by a truck.” You say honestly.
“But then you lose your chances of getting the old Sam ba-”
“I don’t care anymore. If Sam had any say in this, he’d probably want the same thing. You’re a freaking disgrace to his name and I don’t even know why I thought you were capable of being, at the very least, a decent person.”
“Well, you haven’t even given me a chance to-”
“Fuck you!” You yell, now furious. “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, you self-entitled dick!”
You don’t notice Dean enter the hallway. “Yeah, I’m gonna go out. You two stay here and hash things out.” He says quickly before he leaves the house, the door slamming after his exit.
“Is it really necessary for you to yell? Sam asks after watching Dean leave.
You gather all your strength and push him hard, only making him stumble a few steps because he’s so freaking huge and strong. "Stay. The. Hell. Away. From. Me.” You warn him.
Sam chuckles as he takes a few steps forward. “That’s cute.” He goes to touch your arm but you grab his wrist, catching him by surprise and cock your other fist back before hitting him straight in his nose. You hear a bone-sickening crack, signaling Sam’s nose has been broken. You watch in awe as he steps back, fingers on either side of nose and snaps his nose back into place. He smiles as he wipes the trickles of blood under his nose.
“That’s how you want to play?” He asks and you can’t help but feel a little scared. "Alright, let’s play.” He says, eyes darkening as he gives you an unwavering smile.
A/N: Cas’ knowledge of Soul Mates was taken from wikipedia.
Summary: it’s harrys bday and his gf is turned on by his outfit and wants to fuck him, while he is wearing his tie.
hope u like it.
I was getting ready for the dinner tonight. It was Harry’s birthday and he invited his family, the boys and me in a nice dinner. I had to look perfect so I wore the purple dress Harry bought me when he came back from USA.
I finished my make-up, just a simple eyeliner and mascara. I’ve never used lipstick because Harry hates it when his lips are red after he kissed me, which he does a lot. My hair was wavy and I had to admit, I looked pretty nice. I turned around to check my bum.
‘Hmm it’s not that bad.’ I smiled satisfied with my bottom.
‘No it’s not bad at all.’ I heard a deep voice and I looked at the door only to find Harry and may I say a rather sexy Harry. He was wearing a white dress shirt, a black suit and a black tie. I checked him out for a couple of seconds head to toe. He was always sexy no matter what he was wearing, but he looked like a real man in a suit.
‘Oh Harry, you scared me.” I walked towards him and wraped my arms around his neck.
“Happy birthday baby.” I kissed him on his pink, plump lips while his huge hands found my bum I was admiring before. Harry gave it a little squeeze making me moan in his mouth. He broke the kiss and licked his lips. ‘Thank you baby. So what present did you get me?’
‘Hmm I guess we’ll find out later, now move your pretty ass because we’re gonna be late.’ I smacked his bum when he was getting out of the room and he just laughed.
We left his house and went inside his car and he opened the door for me. Some girls don’t really care about these little things, but for me they’re everything. They all show the love and respect he has for me. The whole time Harry kept looking my bare thighs. I, of course, noticed that. ‘Don’t worry Harry you’ll be able to lay between them all night long, just be patient.’ He let out a sight in frustration. ‘But baby, I can’t. You’re so perfect.’ He put his smooth hand on my thigh and rubbed softly up and down. I didn’t want to start something we couldn’t finish so I removed his hand. ‘Eyes over there big boy.’ I pointed at the road, ‘We have the whole night.’ He smirked and mumbled ‘Oh the things I’m going to do to you tonight.’
‘What did you say?’ He smiled at me, showing his adorable dimples. ‘Nothing baby girl.’
We arrived at the restaurant where the boys and his family were waiting.
They all wished Harry a happy birthday and gave him their presents. Louis’s present was really weird. He gave Harry two pair of handcuffs.
Harry and I just stood there awkwardly until Harry spoke.
‘Ermm Louis thank you for the handcuffs, but I don’t get it. Why handcuffs?’
Louis patted his shoulders. ‘Harry trust me, these will help you tonight and everynight after that’ and he winked at me. I blushed at his words and just looked at the ground. Harry let out a laugh and thanked him again. Louis joined the others while Harry grabbed my waist and whispered in my ear. ‘I can’t wait to use these handcuffs tonight babygirl.’ I shivered. He gave my bum a little smack before we sat down and got ready to order.
I ordered my favourite, lasagna. While we were all waiting I kept looking at Harry every now and then. He was driving me wild in that suit, I just wanted him to fuck me wearing that. He obviously noticed that and put a hand on my thigh teasing me. ‘Naughty (y/n), I know that look. What are you thinking?’ His hand came closer to my crotch.
‘That you look so fucking sexy in this suit.’ I whispered back, also putting my hand on his crotch, rubbing him through his pants. He threw his head back in pleasure.
‘Harry are you okay dear?’ Anne asked.
‘Yeah mom, it’s just that. . ugh I’m tired of waiting. I’m hungry.’
I loved seeing him like this. ‘Harry you’re gonna eat all night, just be patient.’ He looked at me and I removed my hand from him and I removed his.
The rest of the dinner was quiet and nice, except the moments when Louis made everybody laugh with his jokes. All the time Harry and I kept exchanging dirty looks and I just couldn’t wait anymore, I couldn’t wait to get home.
We all said our goodnights and we went straight home to take our frustration out in the bedroom.
After we arrived I went to our bedroom swinging my bum for Harry, while he followed me.
I took off my shoes and Harry came behind me kissing my neck making me moan.
He unzipped my dress and took it off. ‘Go lay on the bed love and wait for me. Now be a good girl for me because it’s my birthday and you’re my slave.’ I bit my lip and nodded.
I layed on our bed wanting for him. He came back after two minutes with the handcuffs. I gulped because he has this dangerous smirk on his face. He handcuffed me and started to undress. ‘Harry keep the tie, please.’ He smirked and removed his jacket and his dress shirt. ‘Haz what are you going to do to me?’
‘You’ll see love.’ He layed on top of me and kissed me, his tongue immediately parting my lips. He pressed one of his legs between mine and made sure to hit his knee to my clothed sex. I moaned against his tongue and moved my hips a bit rubbing against his knee.
‘You’ve been a bad girl tonight love, teasing me like that with that dress and palming me under the table.’ He kissed my neck making me even more horny and causing goosebumps to surface on my skin. After he left a few lovebites on my neck he moved to my breasts ripping my bra off. That bastard ripped my favourite bra. He liked to play with my breasts everytime we had sex, so he cupped one of them in his large hand squeezing and twisting my pink hard nipple. He licked the other one before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard while I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip trying hard not to moan, but failing.
‘Holy shit Harry, don’t s-stop.’ He continued his assault, repeating the process one the other one now. Then he moved down to my stomach, licking and kissing slowly every inch of my skin there.
‘Tell me baby girl, tell me what do you want?’ he said as he kissed my hipbones and spread my legs, my clothed sex right in front of his face.
‘I need you Harry, please.’ I bucked my hips desperate for his touch, but nothing. He placed a wet kiss on my inner thigh. ‘Here?’
He moved to my other thigh doing the same thing, smirking. ‘Here?’
‘Fuck Harry you know where I need you.’
He smirked again and kissed my clit through my underwear. I smiled. ‘Oh yeah, right there.’
He removed them with his teeth and threw my legs over his shoulders. ‘So wet for me.’ He placed a kiss on my clit again and I could feel him smirk when he heard the metal hit the bedpost as I tried to free myself. He used his long fingers to part my lips so he could have better access to my clit. He looked me in the eyes as he licked it slowly then faster. I arched my back and moaned his name as loud as I could not caring about who heard or not. He wrapped his lips around the tiny nub and sucked hard. I moved my hips up and down ridding his pretty face, moaning.
‘Fuck, oh shit, yes Harry. Just like that. ugh don’t stop.’ I cried
He used his perfect teeth to nibble, which made me explode. He moaned against my little clit as I came in his mouth, my legs around his neck shaking and his curls tickling me.
He got up and licked his lips. ‘Mmm sweetcheeks, you taste so good. As always.’ He removed the rest of his clothes except his tie.
‘Harry please let me ride you.’ He looked me straight into my eyes and smiled. He let me free and I grabbed him by his tie. ‘Now I want you to fuck me very hard. I don’t wanna feel my legs for a whole week. Understood?’
‘Yes sexy. I’ll do whatever you want me to.’
I pushed him and he fell on the bed, I got on top of him and grabbed his dick. I teased slowly my slit with the tip moaning. Finally I put him all in me screaming.
‘Fuck you’re so warm and tight baby.’ Harry grabbed my ass as I moved back and forth slowly teasing him. ‘Baby stop teasing me, it’s my birthday please.’ I loved seeing him beg. ‘Harry tell me what to do babe.’ He grabbed my waist and I put my hands on his chest for support. ‘Bounce on me baby, bounce for me.’ I did what he told, I bounced up and down on him giving him what he wanted. I threw my head back from the pleasure while Harry was moaning and staring at my chest.
‘Shit Harry I’m almost there.’
‘Oh no you’re not.’ He flipped us so he was on top and started thrusting fast and hard hitting my g-spot. I pulled him by his tie and kissed him. He wrapped my legs around his waist and my fingernails left marks on his back. I could tell he was close because little wrinkles formed between his eyebrows, while his necklace was just above my face moving back and forth so I put it in my mouth and bit it.
‘God you look so sexy like that. Ugh babe are you close?’
I couldn’t speak. All I did was moan in response.
‘Say my name babe, say it (y/n)’ Harry demanded
‘Fuck Harry just like that, fuck me.’
I couldn’t hold it anymore and neither could Harry so we both came together, his warm juices filling me. He buried his face in my neck moaning and my mouth, formed in an ‘o’ shape, only let out screams of pleasure.
After we calmed down he pulled out and I put my head in his shoulder, my fingertips touching his nipples and his tie.
‘Happy Birthday baby.’ I kissed his cheek. ‘So did you like your present?’
‘Mmm best present ever love.’
‘I’m glad you liked it.’ I smiled at him.
‘I wasn’t talking about the sex love, I was talking about you. You are the best present life has ever given to me.’ He kissed my lips gently.
‘Aww baby. Thank you. Oh and by the way you should wear suits more often, you look really sexy.’ I winked
Warnings: One swear word, *stuff mentioned from tvtsnbn oops and lots of references from old tweets and stuff* fangirling if that annoys you, there’s nothing too damaging
Prompt: “Dan and Phil coming out with a video in both their channels (like Pulling a Beyoncé, no warnings not tweets, just, the video), but told from a phangirl POV. I just want to read about someone getting the notification of a video in both channels with the same name and their hopes and the phangirling…”
A/N: I haven’t been on tumblr in ages, and when I finally get on, I birth out a fic how fun! I got this prompt from phanfic and i was like i can work with that, so this happened in a few hours. it doesn’t cover everything, but the general prompt was filled. please enjoy!
‘Why does this place exist,’ I moodily thought as I climbed
the steps of the yellow school bus. The only thing remotely positive about
school is getting to learn and my friends, but annoying people and drama
usually overshadow those things. I was
so excited to get home to do something more entertaining with my life, aka get
on Tumblr for 5 hours before realizing that I have 5 pages of geometry homework
and spending an hour and a half doing that. As I plopped down in my seat, I
smiled at the thought of two of my most favorite people in the world, Dan
Howell and Phil Lester. They were basically my everything, and the supply of
most, if not all, joy in my life. I put my headphones in my ear and set it on
shuffle, smiling as one of my favorite songs came on, and stared out the
I walk through the door of my home, and yelling a
non-committed “Hey! I’m home!” Before shutting the door and walking straight to
my room that I shared with my slightly irritating sister. She drove herself to
and from school and refused to give me a ride, so she always got home before
me. The only thing we had in common was our interest in YouTube and gossip. She
was sat on her bed scrolling through her phone, presumably on Instagram. I put
my backpack down and kicked off my shoes. She asked, “How was school today?”
I replied, “The usual, everyone’s a complete nuisance.” I
fell into my bed and grabbed my laptop from the floor. I opened it and typed my
password (smolphan2022 ofc). I opened Tumblr, and set my laptop aside to go and
get a snack from the cabinet.
After finishing this snack, I went back to my room and sat
back down on my bed. I set my laptop on my lap, quickly scanning the first
post. It was a gif of a dog doing tricks. Cute. I scrolled past that and looked
over the next one, a video of my smol sons, and I don’t think ive seen this one
before. It looks serious. I curiously studied it more. The title was “There’s
Something We Have to Tell You.” One caption was, “omG FINALLY” and another,
“Congrats omg”. I almost started to flip my shit. Could it be? I hurriedly
opened the video in YouTube. It started out pretty normal. Phil started an
“Hey guys, so… this video is going to be a more serious one,
but don’t freak out yet, it’ll be happy for most of you.”
Dan started to elaborate.
“There is something we have been keeping a secret for a
little while, and the way we decided to tell this to you, we figured, was to
start at the very beginning. As you all know, Phil and I met on 19 October
2009. This day was one of the best days of both of our lives,” he looks over at
Phil with a small smile, one that looked like it was meant only for him. Phil
continued, “This day was the day that started it all. That truly started ‘us’.
We had so much fun, picking Dan up, and then going to Starbucks, and the big
wheel and skybar.”
“And after that, over the next few weeks, we were going back
and forth between each other’s houses, like we couldn’t stand to be apart-“
“Well, Dan, we really couldn’t.” Phil said, smirking over at
“I know, it’s cheesy, though”
“’It’s supposed to be cheesy’, you’ve said it yourself!”
Phil exclaimed as he quoted Dan from the first Phil is not on fire. I think I’m
about to cry, they need to get on with it.
“Okay, okay,” Dan said, smiling hugely and shoving Phil out
of shot for a few seconds. “Well, the week after Thanksgiving that year, I went
over to Phil’s house, and we spent the week together. During this week,” Dan
paused and smiled fondly to himself, “Phil and I fell in love with each other.
Like, really hard. I mean, before that, we had… done stuff, but this was when
it became super official.”
I paused the video and squealed loudly. “Oh my God I’m going
to cry!” My sister looked at me, clearly bugged by my fangirling. “What now?”
She asked wearily.
“Phan is completely real, they came out I’m gonna die help!”
I said quickly, I am so happy, I can’t contain myself. “Oh, well about time,”
she muttered, going back to her phone. “They might as well have said that they
are living and breathing too, if they want to state the obvious like that.”
I giggled a little, she had a point. Why had they waited so
long? We all love them and the thought of them being together forever. Any hate
they would get would be immediately flagged and removed because no one likes
haters. I composed myself as much as I could before clicking play again.
“We knew that there
was no one else in the world that would make us feel as loved as we did each
other. And now, everyone is going to kill me and yell at me because of all the
times we denied it and have gotten angry at our fans, and not to mention the Valentine’s
Day Video. We will be making separate videos explaining all of that.”
“Also, I will be re-uploading the video to my side channel
on YouTube, for all the Phan shippers to cry over.” Phil added with a laugh. He
continued, “Now, why did it take so long for us to tell all of you guys? This
is the reason: because it was personal. It really was our personal business,
and we chose to not tell anybody. We felt comfortable letting our fellow YouTube
friends know and our families. We felt like we needed to keep this to
ourselves, and to be honest, this was only one thing that we haven’t told you
guys. We haven’t told you guys absolutely everything about our lives, and we
won’t until we feel comfortable doing it.”
Dan interrupted Phil to say, “As should you all, don’t let
anyone pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to. We’ve kept this back
for so long, I’m sure you can, too.” Phil giggled and said, “Nice, Dan.”
“Now, we leave you with a collage of secret, hidden, and
very cute pictures and clips of us doing couple-y things, including us dancing
at the after party!” Phil said, stretching his arms out as if to present it to
us. Dan cut in once again and said, “Wait! One more thing,” and he turned Phil’s
face towards his and sweetly kissed him. Phil slowly kissed back, but was quick
to pull away, blushing like mad. “Okay, hope you enjoyed that, it won’t happen
very often…” he said quickly.
what is even a functioning brain or heart I think it stopped beating I’m suing
them for killing me with this. That is all that was going through my brain in
“Not in front of you guys, anyway,” Dan winked. I squeal
again. Phil sighed heavily and pushed him away again, smiling goofily. “They
didn’t need-” he was interrupted with another kiss, this one not lasting as long
as the other. Literally they are killing me stop. Dan pulled away and turned
toward the camera and leaned in close. He exclaimed, “Okay enjoy all the
pictures and clips, we love you guys!” He leaned back and they both held up
hand hearts, Phil’s head leaning on Dan’s shoulder. Their faces were the
definition of content and happy, I started tearing up. I watched all the
pictures, the song playing in the background inevitably being ‘Interrupted by
Fireworks’. I started to tear up even more thinking back at how sweet that was
and how proud I am of them. All my friends are going to definitely hear this
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So I had warped tour August 2, 2015 I was getting ready to leave and I
saw As It Is. They were setting up and I saw Patty stretching, so I went
over and asking if I get him to sign a magazine but he couldn’t but
after the show he would be happy to. So I went and sat in the crowd. It
was an amazing set!!!! I almost flipped my shit like I did at the BVB
set! After the set I went and waited for Patty to get things cleaned up
and then he came over! I got him to sign a notebook and then I got a
picture with him!!!!! I had a great day!!!