phil if you see this i hope you like it

drew this on the train yesterday 
I feel like this is a good drawing to finish the year with 🌟
hope you guys like it & hope you all are having wonderful holidays ❤️
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Call Me Daddy

Summary: Phil asks Dan what his kink is, but Dan doesn’t feel so inclined to tell him.

Word Count: 3.1k

Genre: smut (specifically: daddy kink smut oh man)

happy birthday @mangothatismelancholy !! i know im a few hours early but i won’t have much time to post it tomorrow morning ahaha. i hope you like this and i hope i remembered correctly that daddy kink was your favorite (?). also i hope you have a great birthday dude!!! 

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- Dan literally wearing a trash bag that said ‘Phil Trash #1’ nbd
- and let’s not forget the “dads of the year” award
- Dan dragging Phil for his ‘brrrmany’ tweet lmao (he had it coming to be fair)
- “Hallo, mein Name ist [ Dan ]”
- I C O N I C
- “You want me to choke you?…I’m not gonna say dad like I did in Dublin" D A N
- We made Dan name the lama “Merkel” and he just went “I feel like we’re just trying to see how fast Phil and I can get deported” lmao
- “That sounds like a few Dutch eagles mating over there” followed by “WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING THAT WAS SO OFFENSIVE”
- also before the show started they played Youth and I feel like we screamed just as loud as during the show we’re all still Troye trash

Jesus Christ, That’s a Pretty Face

Summary: Phil is a famous indie-rock singer who never shows his face on stage and Dan is a massive fan who unknowingly meets his favorite artist at the library.
Word Count: 5538
Warnings: none except for cussing
A/N: Hello lovelies! I woke up to the wonderful news that gay marriage has been legalized in all fifty states! I’m seriously gonna cry i swear. Anyways, here’s a little thing I wrote that I’m quite proud of so I hope you guys like it as well! Special thanks to my beta, whalefairyfandom12 who helped me develop the plot and kept telling me that I was doing great. Ilysm (’:
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“THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING OUT TO SEE ME TONIGHT, LONDON!” Phil screamed into the microphone, his ears nearly bursting with the chanting of the crowd before him: thousands of listeners (he refused to call them his fans) cheering for him and the rest of his indie rock band, Runaway Sky. The fact that this many people came to see them always made a warm feeling erupt in his chest.

See, Phil wasn’t the typical famous person that most people looked up to. He saw himself as an average guy who just happened to have a nice voice. He didn’t have beautiful hair like David Beckham or rock hard abs like Chris Evans. He was just Phil, a twenty-two year old with a black fringe who had a liking for skinny jeans and always wore a mask on stage.

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Can I just say. I’m so sick of phanfics using Phil being “not as attractive as Dan” as a plot point. Because it’s just simply not true. And I really hope Phil doesn’t see this shit and believe it himself because Phil Lester is one of the hottest men I’ve ever met. He demands attention with his tall legs and open smile. His hugs are warm and kind, and his eyes look right into yours when you’re speaking to him, making your brain go haywire and forget what you were even saying. Phil Lester is beautiful both inside and out and people should stop comparing him to Dan. They might have the same haircut and both be tall, but comparing them is like comparing an apple to a car- they aren’t even in the same category.

Shout out to the Phan’s that...

Can’t afford tickets to see/meet them,

Who’s parents won’t allow them to watch Dan and Phil but they keep loving them,

Who can’t just up and fly to a different state/country/city to meet them, 

Who have no friends that also like them, 

Who have never been noticed.

Shout out to you for sticking with the Phandom. 


We are not a fandom, or a Phandom.

We’re a Phamily. 

And I hope that you get a chance to meet them someday. 

I’m rooting for you.

Title: You’re Never A Burden

Headcanon: Dan has depression and anxiety and has a nightmare one night so he crawls into Phil’s bed while sobbing. Then Phil cuddles him and says calming things to make him stop crying and they end up making out just a small bit and eventually fall asleep. 

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1122

Requested by @sluthowelter ! Thank you so much for requesting, I really hope you like it!

if you like this, feel free to send requests (sfw or nsfw ;))

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Straight As a Circle

Summary: Phil’s known Dan’s for maybe a month now. He’s fallen for his bright smile, glowing eyes and even his sarcastic behavior. Phil’s learned to love every bit of Dan including his imperfections. There’s just one thing that seems to be a small problem… Phil is completely unaware if Dan is into guys, and frankly he is way to scared to ask.

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 1,849

Author’s Notes: Hiya! So, I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth completely (yet). I made this fic last night because I really wanted to write something and I can kind of relate to this idea of the fic. Either or, I hope you like it, and hopefully you’ll be seeing more of me soon.


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Colour (Soulmate AU)

Request: Hi! could you write a soulmate AU Phil X Reader thing? Thank you!

I’m not sure if someone has already done this Soulmate AU, but basically its where when you meet your soulmate your vision goes into colour instead of black and white.

Word Count: 685

Warning: Pure fluff

I hope you like it! It was great to write.

Originally posted by phil-lester-smiling

The world seemed so boring in black and white.

When your parents painted your room a shade of blue, all you could see was grey.

When your friend gave you a red dress, all you could see was grey.

When you got your own house, you had to get someone else to paint it – all you could see was grey.

You chose to wear black, white and grey clothes so not to make a fool of yourself – you didn’t know which colour looked good or bad when your world was monochrome.

You were jealous of your friend, when she found her soulmate so early – in secondary school. You asked her to describe the world to you, and she called it ‘beautifully bright’.

Many years later, you had yet to experience this ‘beautifully bright’ world. In fact, you were petrified that you would live your life in a sea of plainness, never meeting your true love.

When you found two Youtubers called Dan and Phil, your world seemed brighter. Not colourful, no, but brighter. As soon as you saw their faces, the contrast between the grey and the black and the white seemed more extreme.

You told yourself you were imagining it out of hope that one of them were your soulmates – but surely Dan and Phil were soulmates? Phil wore such bright colours, and had bright colours everywhere, your friend had told you. Dan seemed to stick to black, but if he had lived 18 years without Phil, you understood why maybe you preferred to keep those familiar colours in your life.

When you found yourself booking in for a meet and greet, everything changed.

You started asking your friend about what the colours looked like, and how it happened. It seemed magical, this world of colour. It made you even more jealous that she had found her soulmate soon.

But you also asked your mother, whose previous soulmate had died, what it was like when she lost the colour world. She called it ‘Depressing, but strangely like home’. She had discovered a tally mark forever singed into her skin after the death of her soulmate – she liked to call it her trophy for surviving the pain.

So, here you were, standing in the line to meet your favourite people. Your friend had their arm wrapped round your waist to help your shaking body, and they whispered soothing things to you as your eyes continuously bled and dried.

You were now at the front of the line. Your vision was the brightest a monochrome world could be.

Security let you through, and you came into the area where Dan and Phil waited. Phil smiled at you and opened his arms, and as soon as your skin brushed, the world shifted.


You gasped and began sobbing, Phil staring at you, star stricken.

Phil wore a thrilling bright blue shirt, with different colours within it. His hair was deep black, and his eyes a beautiful, soft blue. You couldn’t believe he had been seeing in black and white for so long, whilst also wearing such bright stuff.

Phil reached out and hesitantly touched your cheek, his eyes transfixed on yours.

“I found you…” He seemed to breath, grinning. You smiled and wiped away a tear, nodding a little.

“You took your time,” You joked, before collapsing into his arms. He embraced you, and instantly you felt at home, like you’d be lost all this time and you were arriving back.

When you eventually broke the hug, his hand settled on your shoulder, unwilling to leave your side as you came to Dan.

“I’m sorry, I took ages…” You trailed off.

“Not at all!” Dan laughed. “Hug?” You nodded, and he pulled you into a quick hug before returning you back to Phil’s warm touch. “I feel like we’ll be getting to know each other better very soon.”

“Yeah… Yeah, I think we will.” You looked up at Phil, who beamed down at you with those beautiful eyes.

Bright, beautiful, blue eyes.

People often wonder why Dan and Phil’s fans are so passionate about them. At least for me, it’s because they give me a reason to forget. Life is hard and painful, but when I watch Dan and Phil’s videos, watch them receive awards, see them grow, it feels like something is going right in the world. Not only do their videos give you a reason to smile, as people they are the embodiment of “It’s going to be ok. Things get better.” Because they both went through rough times but look at them now. They give me hope and allow me to look past my today and look forward to tomorrow. So thank you for that.


Word count: 13.8k

Summary: based off this song. You were red and you liked me because I was blue.’ Dan is an artist who sees people as colours and Phil needs money.

Warnings: mentions of depression and antidepressives

AN: Thank you to the fabulous emejig16 for editing this and sorting out my shit. I love this song so have been working on this for a while so i hope it’s good

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Shy Boy

Hi there! As I said before, thank you for following my blog and taking time to read all my phanfics, it means a lot.

I bring you another phanfic this time, hope you like it!

prompt: dan is the famous youtuber and shy!phil joins him for his liveshow

summary: Dan is making a liveshow when his boyfriend Phil arrives home, will Phil agree to join him this time so he can see how much his audience loves him?

word count: 1.5k

no trigger warnings

Dan was halfway his liveshow already. He had already covered a few topics like his new video, a recent series he had started watching, some more serious issues concerning politics… Usual Dan to be honest.

He was now explaining a post he had read on Tumblr earlier when he heard the front door close. ‘That must be Phil’ he thought. You see? Phil was Dan’s boyfriend but he wasn’t a Youtuber like him, he worked at the BBC headquarters as a technician, where they actually met.

“Daaaaaaan” Phil shouted downstairs, his steps coming closer to the lounge, where Dan was actually duing his liveshow.

“What? I’m in the lounge!” Dan shouted back, a smile appearing on his face “As you can guess that’s Phil” he explained to his viewers, the chat quickly filling with messages of 'Bring Phil!’ or 'Tell Phil to join!’

“Oh hey” Phil said. He rapidly noticed that Dan was doing a liveshow so he made a sign indicating that he was going to leave, since he was really shy and didn’t really want to appear in his boyfriends’ liveshow.

Dan really wanted to take Phil out of his confort zone (only if he wanted) so he could also see how much his followers loved him too, even though they hadn’t seen him much, just on a couple of photos from Dan’s Instagram.

“Wait a minute, I’m not leaving yet, just gonna get something” Dan mentioned to his followers, standing up and going to find Phil, who was pouring himself a cup of tea on the kitchen.

“Hello Phil, tired?” Dan happily said, pecking him on his lips.

“Hey again” Phil answered, continuing to make his cup of tea. “No, just thinking about reading a bit so you can finish the liveshow without distractions.”

“About that…” Dan was sure it wouldn’t hurt to ask so he gave it a go “would you maybe want to join me?”

Phil was about to speak when his boyfriend cut him off “Phil, I know you are shy but I want them to meet you. They will love you I promise, who couldn’t love you, eh?” Dan saw Phil was thinking this too much so he spoke again, “I want to be able to share this part of me too, only if you are comfortable sure, but please, do it for me.” He put his best puppy eyes, knowing Phil couldn’t resist to those.

Phil, seeing how important this was to Dan, decided to say yes. He wanted to support Dan and if this was a way he could do it, he would, even if he wasn’t 100% comfortable.

Dan let out a little scream when he heard Phil say yes, so before he could change his mind, grabbed his hand and led him to the lounge where he made him stand up so he could mention he had a  'surprise’.

“So, I’m back and I brought a surprise!” Dan reached for Phil’s hand and made him sit down next to him “It’s Phil! Say hi Phil!”

Phil was still a bit uncomfortable with this, so he murmured a little 'hi’ and waved to the camera before grabbing Dan’s hand again, out of the camera vision.

“Isn’t he handsome? Look at him, he could be a model with those cheekbones, am I right?” he heard Dan ask his audience.

“Daaaaaan” he said, now his cheeks red as a tomato, before hugging Dan from the back so he could hide his face on the crook of Dan’s neck, his chest and Dan’s back now flushed together.

“What Phil? I’m just stating the facts here! See…” Dan commented, making him lift his gaze, and resting his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder so he could read the messages on the chat. Most of them being 'OMG he is so adorable!’ 'Dan where can I get one?’ and 'Phil thank you for making Dan happy, we love you!’.

Dan bumped his head lightly against Phil’s, “see? I told you they would love you”

Phil could only nod and smile at that. He had been worried about the opinion Dan’s followers would have of him. He didn’t want to be seen as a burden to Dan, but apparently they loved the fact that he was making Dan happy so he would take that.

“Should we answer some questions, Phil? Let’s see…” Dan scanned the messages rapidly, searching for an appropiate one they could answer on camera “Olivia asks 'How did you two meet?”’

“It’s a bit of a long story. I went to the BBC to do an interview, and they were having some problems with the microphones, especially mine, so they called Phil in to see if he could solve the problem.” Dan was telling his audience while Phil looked at him with a little smile, also remembering their first encounter.

“Long story short, Phil here was stuggling to fix the microphone because apparently I was one of his favourite youtubers and he was nervous, isn’t that right Phil?” Dan teased him, girating his body a bit so he could poke him in the ribs, making Phil squirm and laugh a bit. “I saw how nervous he was, so I decided to engage him in a small talk which led to me asking him out for a coffee later to thank him for fixing the microphone. And here we are.” Dan finished his tale, happy now his followers knew a bit more about him.

“Okay next question from Sam, 'what’s the favourite thing to do together?’, nice question.” Dan started to think, he and Phil did a lot of things together to be honest so it was difficult to choose just one. He was about to speak when he heard his boyfriend’s shy voice say “Probably dancing to 2000’s songs on the kitchen while we make dinner.”

Oh Phil, he finally decided to get out of his shell. “Yeah, that probably.” Dan agreeded, “Or maybe some other things that are not appropriate for this PG13 liveshow.”

That’s when he heard another “Daaaaaaan” from Phil, who was hiding again on his shoulder.

“Umm let’s see what more are you asking… Alex wonders if we have any habits that annoy eachother” Dan didn’t miss a beat when he shouted “Phil constantly leaves his socks everywhere, LIKE EVERYWHERE” he gesticulated exageratedly with his hands.

“Hey! Not fair!” Phil’s whiny voice said “You tap on every surface possible, even when we are silently watching a movie and it distracts me!” Dan laughed at this. It was true, he had the annoying habit of tapping and it often drove Phil mad.

Dan looked at the clock and he decided to answer one last question before ending his liveshow. He saw an interesting one and decided that this was it, “Okay, one last question from Kayla 'This might be a bit personal but have you said I love you to each other yet? And if you have who said it first?”’

Dan didn’t even have time to think when he heard Phil’s soft voice, as the same time he brought Dan’s body closer to him “It was actually me. I told Dan I loved him after an argument.”

They both remembered it. It had been a horrible argument for them both, shouting at each other and crying, ending it with Dan storming out the apartment.

Phil rememebrs going to bed crying, not even trying to sleep when he felt cold hands embracing him from the back. He jumped at the sensation, turning around and not leting the other person speak.

“Please Dan, forgive me, what I said to you was horrible and I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore but I don’t want to lose you. I love you Dan. I…” Phil realized what he had said, “Oh, Dan I…” he couldn’t speak anymore, since a pair of wet and salty lips from tears kissed him hard and fast, making him lay on his back.

Once their lips parted Dan looked at him, eyes red from crying, “Phil, I’m sorry too. We both said horrible things to eachother I know, but hey, we will deal with it, okay?”

He kissed him again, now more camly before moving his body a bit higher so his mouth was near Phil’s ear “You know? I love you too Phil.” was all he could say before Phil’s hands grabbed his cheeks, giving him an open mouthed kiss as he straddled him, making his back touch the soft matress beneath. Only grunts, sighs, moans and 'I love you’s’ were heard that night.

“It was an accident really but… I said it first and then he said it back and here we are” Phil continued his sentence from earlier.

Dan pecked him on the cheek before whispering a soft “I’m proud of you and I love you” into his ear so only Phil could hear.

Dan looked his liveshow chat once again before reading a request “'Kiss Phil (on the lips this time) please!’, well, what a better way to end the liveshow, right?”

He grabbed Phil by the back of his neck before kissing him not very appropiately in front of his audience, leaning onto his boyfriend so he would lay on the couch as he closed the laptop with his free hand, not wanting to let his audience see what he intended to do to his boyfriend now that the liveshow had ended.
i wrote you druggie fic, i hope you like

“The first time that Dan gets high is when he’s 16. The first time Phil gets high, he’s 19. They confess this in early 2010, giggling, drunk on wine in Phil’s bedroom. 

The next time they get high is in 2011, Dan getting it in his head that they should try it together and see what happens. Phil worries over it a bit and finally assents his own interest. It takes Dan about a week to figure out where to get some, and when he does, Phil isn’t totally sure they didn’t get ripped off for the amount that comes in the baggie. 

Dan has a lighter, a dark blue and cyan swirled bowl, one he bought for this occasion. Better high, he hears, and so he’ll give it a shot. He clumsily packs it, looking up instructions on the internet because he’s never done this before. “


akfjkjg thank you for catering to my weird fascination with druggie!phan

New Beginnings

Day 2 of 25 Days of Christmas

Summary: “We have a lot of mutual friends so we see each other more than two broken up people usually do and I know we’re not really close anymore but you’re wearing that stupid (adorable) hat you always wore when you were upset so tell me what’s wrong because it’s literally killing me to see you look so sad”.

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A/N: Day 2 of 25 Days of Christmas! I got this prompt from onetruepairings on Tumblr (they’re saving my ass since I have to write 25 oneshots in all). I wrote this instead of studying (dedication or stupidity?) and I really hope you like it :)

Phil probably shouldn’t have accepted PJ’s invitation for New Year’s Eve. He knew that Dan would be there and it would end up being an awkward experience for everyone involved. All their meetings had been awkward ever since they broke up.

He felt bad for their friends who always ended up in an uncomfortable situation, trying to include them both while also trying to keep them as far away from each other as possible. Their relationship hadn’t ended as badly as it could have, but that didn’t mean they wanted to be around each other for more than absolutely necessary.

Phil could admit, at least to himself that he missed Dan. He missed him terribly and seeing him on New Year’s Eve, while surrounded by kissing couples, was going to be torture. He was going to have to spend the first few moments of the New Year trying to fight back the memories of what once was and thoughts of what could have been if they both hadn’t been too proud to admit they were wrong.

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Boyfriend || Dan Howell

A/N : Yo kiddos. It’s finally Friday ! This imagine is a bit different. The whole thing is written in Dan’s point of view. I hope you like the new experience. If you want to see my other stuff check out my masterlist.(I added a new little poem thingy.)

Dan’s POV.

There are a lot of reasons why I don’t go out very often. For example the shitty music that is played at clubs that is always way too loud. The thick air filled with smoke and sweat. The drunk people that rudely stumbled into you. Or the sound of her laugh that I could still hear over all the noise.

Phil would often beg me to go and explore the night life of London. He thought it was fascinating, but what isn’t fascinating in his eyes ? Anyway, every time I’d agree to go ‘partying’ with him, we’d go to a decent club on Piccadilly Circus. Phil would always ask everyone we knew to tag along. So whenever I finally leave the house on a Friday evening, I’d see her.

She was currently sipping on a glass of wine. Her lipstick was a shade of rosé so her delicate lips left a stain on the glass. I tried hard not to stare at her while I told everyone at the table a hilarious story that happened on tour. As I reached the pointe she started laughing, harder than anyone. Her mouth was wide open. She pressed her eyes close and held her tummy, trying to stop giggling.

Honestly, it confused me. She shouldn’t be laughing at my lame jokes. I was not allowed to get my hopes up. I had no chance.

It was the same scenario every time we came here. She looked flawless. Today she was wearing a dark blue dress that showed off her back. Her hair was in curls and she was way too pretty to be hanging out with me and Phil. After a few drinks, everybody normally left to dance, leaving her and me at the table. She’d have to start the conversation because I’d always be too stupid and shy to say something. She’d ask me questions about Youtube and the Tour. What books I was reading. Our conversations where never boring. She gave me that feeling like she was actually interested in what I was saying. She shouldn’t be though.

Whenever I’m nearly tipsy enough to tell her that she is pretty or just plain perfect, a tall figure with broad shoulders would approach our table. He’d slide onto the bench next to her and wrap has muscular arms protectively around her shoulder. She shouldn’t be laughing at my jokes. She should be laughing at her boyfriend’s. And she wasn’t interested in me, she was interested in her boyfriend.

Yes, Phil always has a great time partying. He enjoys to dance, talk and have a few cocktails. I on the other hand get depressed. I felt like a loser, sitting opposite of a girl that was already taken.

Her boyfriend was a dick though. I bet he didn’t appreciate her in the way I would. He is an arrogant prick, but he is sporty, handsome and has a real job that pays well. I hate him.

“Do you like your drink ?” I asked bravely.

The lights were dimmed. Music hammered through my ears. Once again it was only me and her at the table. I guess she doesn’t like dancing. I just wanted to stay wherever she is. My question was stupid, I regretted asking it seconds after I had opened my mouth. But she smiled.

“It actually tastes a bit weird.” she laughed, but took a big sip of her blue cocktail right afterwards.

I hoped for her to continue the conversation since I sucked at social skills. My eyes wandered over her beautiful eyes. She had a little bit of make up on but I knew that she looked just as good without it. I hoped her boyfriend made sure to tell her that she is a godly creature sent to earth.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked while I gulped down some cheap alcohol.

I nearly choked on the burning liquid.

'She is just asking to have something to talk about.’ I told myself as I shook my head no.

After we had talked to each other for more then twenty minutes, we were both already a bit tipsy.

'Do it, Dan.’ an annoying voice in my head shouted. I bet it was the alcohol but after two more shots  what the voice said made sense.

“You are really pretty.” I finally mumbled.

I knew her boyfriend would rush over with an angry look on his face soon. He’d probably punch me in the face and tell me to fuck off. But she was clouding my thoughts even worse than the alcohol. I couldn’t get her off my mind. It drove me crazy to be so close to her. She needed to know that she was enchanting. I looked behind my shoulder as soon as the words had left my lips but no mad boyfriend was to be seen. Instead, she blushed a deep shade of red. She tried to hide her heated cheeks behind some strands of hair.

“Thanks. You are not bad yourself.” she shyly breathed.

My eyes widened in shock. I was unable to comprehend what she said but it definitely sounded like flirting to me. She wasn’t allowed to do that. It was wrong, but my inside started to tingle anyway.

I took a big sip of my half empty pint to overplay that her words had completely thrown me off track.

“You have a boyfriend.” I revolted, angry about the fact that we had crossed a line.

She raised her eyebrows in confusion, a startled expression plastered on her face.

'That was impolite and stupid as fuck’ the voice in my head said and I cursed myself once again.

She examined my face before she calmly started to talk.

“We broke up.”