phil looked like an angel in this

anonymous asked:

Hi! This is just an idea if your interested, can you do a Phan smut where dan and Phil are best friends and had grown up together and one night ( they're both 17 or 18 or something ) phil calls dan and starts out really awkwardly initiating phone sex like " what are you wearing " and they're both kind of giggling in the beginning but then it kind of gets more serious and phil kind of just describes how he would fuck dan until they cum..? This would be rly great 👌👌

1123 words of regret

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Phil smiled when his phone rang, rolling his eyes and reaching over to his bedside table to grab it. He knew who it was before he even looked.

Dan, his best friend of seven years, was calling him. He did this every night, since Phil left their home town to go to a private school about an hour drive away. Dan insisted on staying, fancy boarding school wasn’t for him, he didn’t want the stress, but it didn’t stop him from missing his best friend.

“Hi,” Phil muttered into the phone, slightly breathlessly, flopping back on his bed. He could hear Dan smile.

“Hey Phil,” he answered, and Phil could tell he was relaxing. That happened for him too; just hearing Dan’s voice helped him release the stress of the day.

“How was your day?” The other boy asked through the phone, his voice soft.

“Oh, it was alright,” Phil muttered, sighing and running his fingers through his already messy hair. “I have a lot of homework, believe me.”

“I can imagine,” Dan chuckled.

“Still going to those parties?”

“Yeah… I’ve got nothing better to do since you’re gone.”

Phil sighed.

“Christ, Dan, you can’t keep throwing your time away like this. You have potential for so much more.”

“You’ve said.”

“Because I believe it.” Phil stretched his arm above his head, spreading out on the bed to get more comfortable. “Sorry, just… I’m worried about you.”

“I know.” Dan took a deep breath, and went quiet. It was moments like these when Phil wished he was there, laying next to him, listening to him breathe. Maybe he was just being clingy.

“So…” Dan started in a lighter tone, breathing out a laugh. “What are you wearing, Lester?” He asked in mock seduction.

Phil rolled his eyes, slapping his hand over his forehead.

“We’re doing this, are we?”

“Why not?” Dan laughed. “You scared?”

Phil snorted. “Of what, your fashion judging abilities?”

“Just answer the question, dingus.”

“Hmm,” Phil hummed, looking down at himself. “Just blue boxers, at the moment. And a red button up.”

Dan tsked. “Not matching? I thought you were better than this, Phil.“ 

"Who are you, the fashion police?” He grumbled, and laughed. “Leave me alone, Dan, I can dress myself how I’d like.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

“What are you wearing, then?” Phil asked in an attempt at a seductive tone.

Dan chuckled breathily. “Nothing.”

“Yeah? Pic or it didn’t happen.”

Dan giggled. “You want a picture?”

“Kinda,” Phil muttered under his breath. He had seen Dan naked before, it wasn’t a big deal, and it comforted him that they were close enough to talk like this without it being uncomfortable.

“Oh, is Phil admitting his true feelings after all these years?” Dan asked teasingly, and Phil could hear him shift on the bed.

“Shut up, Howell. Don’t push it.”

“Or… what?” Dan hummed. “You’ll… punish me?”

The tone in Dan’s voice had changed, and it shocked through Phil’s stomach like lightning.

“Quit it.”

“Why? Am I turning you on?” Phil could almost hear Dan’s dumb smirk. “I bet you’re so hard right now, just from my voice.”

Jesus.

“Dan.”

“I bet you wanna fuck me right now, hm?” He asked slowly, and Phil didn’t hear the tell tale signs that he was joking in his tone anymore. He sounded serious. “I bet you’d love to pin me to your bed and make me beg right about now…” shit. Something in Phil snapped.

“Daniel.” Phil growled. “God, I forgot what a brat you are. If I was there and you were talking like this I’d already have you against the wall, screaming.”

There was silence from the other side of the moment, just breathing.

“…Well, shit,” Dan muttered, his breath hitching. “Damn, Phil.” He paused. “…If y-you were here, what would you d-do..? For real.”

Now Phil was smirking, and he found himself reaching down to adjust his boxers, as suddenly they were a bit uncomfortable.

“I think I just answered that,” Phil breathed. “I’d have you on your back in seconds, begging for me. Begging for my cock.” Phil hummed, rubbing gently at his bulge through the cloth. “You’d do that, wouldn’t you, Daniel?”

“Hell yes,” Dan breathed back. “Fuck, I’d moan so loud for you.”

That went straight to Phil’s dick, and he tugged at the waistband of his boxers, pulling them over his hard on and sliding them down his hips. He shuddered, brushing his fingertips over his length. He heard a whimper through the phone.

“Are you touching yourself?” Phil muttered, wrapping a hand around his cock. “Touching yourself to the sound of my voice like a slut?”

He was too far now, letting out a groan as his thumb swiped over his slit.

“Y-Yes…” Dan muttered. “Fuck, Phil, keep talking…”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, being filled up by my cock… I bet you’d love to ride me, grinding down on me like such a good boy…”

Dan whined loudly, and Phil’s eyes widened. He sounded like an angel, why hadn’t they done this before? It felt wrong, jerking himself off to his best friends moans, but he honestly didn’t care.

“I bet you’re so pretty like that, baby, you sound like a bloody angel. God, I wanna fuck you so hard.” Phil was just babbling now, letting soft groans and whimpers slip from his lips, his breathing ragged.

“Jesus, P-Phil…” Dan gasped, his voice breaking and Jesus fuck he sounded so beautiful.

“I’m c-close…” Phil breathed, throwing his head back and biting down on his bottom lip to keep from letting out an embarrassing noise.

“Me too, fuck.”

Phil tried to imagine how Dan looked at this moment, his hair messy and his hips jerking up to meet his hand, his eyes glassy and fucked out. Jesus.

“God, moan for me Dan, fuckfuckfuck you’d look so gorgeous with my cum all over your pretty face…”

“Ah-!” Dan moaned loudly, turning into a whine and getting high pitched and broken at the end, and it sent Phil over the edge. He jerked one more time, groaning and coming all over his shirt.

They were quiet for a solid minute, but Phil could hear Dan’s ragged breathing, and holy shit, he probably looked so beautiful.

“That’s not weird, is it?” Dan asked finally, the laughter back to his voice. “Getting off to your friends voice?”

“Nah,” Phil answered, chuckling and running his fingers through his hair.

Silence.

“I should probably… clean this up…” Dan muttered, and Phil could almost see him blushing. He grinned.

“Yeah, me too…” he paused. “Dan?”

“Yeah..?”

“I miss you.” He breathed. Breathy laughter echoed from the phone.

“I miss you too.”

“Call you tomorrow?”

“Definitely.”

anonymous asked:

tell us why perfect by ed sheeran is about phan

perfect is easily one of the most romantic ballads since thinking out loud and ed has even said that he views it an outperformance in comparison to thinking out loud, which is interesting in this context considering how relevant thinking out loud is to everyone who remembers what happened at the 2015 brit awards. it was quite an iconic moment and it’s something people still talk about, so it’s especially intriguing that the song perfect is directly connected to it and treated as somewhat of a sequel

it also happens to describe dan and phil’s history together from past to present very accurately

honestly, i don’t listen to ed sheeran’s music regularly and although the lyrics aren’t the deepest or the most unconventional, i’ve been itching to write down some thoughts

[listen to the song here to set the mood]

[Verse 1]

I found a love for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

we’ll start right off with the first four lines in verse 1, which i believe are being sung from phil’s perspective (however, the perspectives are subjective and can change throughout the song) these lyrics mirror the start of dan and phil’s relationship. phil was generally more mature when him and dan first started talking, age wise and experience wise. phil could’ve technically been considered an adult while dan was still very young and inexperienced, hence why “Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead” is so fitting here. dan and phil were both very quick to love and didn’t think so much about the consequences of their decision to trust each other so quickly. phil quite literally invited dan to dive right in and follow his lead, professionally and personally. the last line can be used to describe just how unexpected it must’ve been for phil when dan came along. early on, dan’s main priority was waiting. waiting for phil’s responses on twitter. waiting for phil’s dm’s. waiting for phil’s texts. waiting for those 5 hour skype calls with phil. waiting to meet phil. only until later on did phil realize that dan was the someone for him

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

I will not give you up this time

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you’re holding mine

in the second half of verse 1, the first two lines once again touch on dan and phil’s maturity levels when they first met, referring to them as kids. they behaved as kids would, acting silly and goofy with each other and relishing in each other’s youth, savoring the honeymoon stage as much as they could. but with being a kid comes immaturity, and that side of them showed through some of their reckless behavior. they treaded on thin ice while not knowing what was beneath it as boundaries or limits really didn’t exist for them in the early days of their relationship

[Chorus]

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

this is where the tenses change and the song switches its focus on what is happening in the present, unlike the two verses in the song which seem to be reminiscing on the early days of a relationship. the first two lines of the chorus describe the bond that dan and phil have now and the moments that they share together. dancing in the dark in each other’s arms and listening to their favorite song implies that it could be a song that holds a special meaning for both of them specifically or a song that they are both able to connect to and enjoy together as best friends/lovers/etc because it reminds them of each other. the plural pronoun choice in that second line is accurate considering dan and phil share pretty much everything

[Verse 2]

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets

To carry love, to carry children of our own

the second line in this verse is probably the most important lines because the song directs its focus away from the present and jumps directly backwards into the past, treating the chorus almost like it was was a mere glimpse into the future. dan and phil quite literally shared each other’s dreams back in 2009, phil was a youtuber and dan was an aspiring one. and although they had no idea whether or not youtube would’ve become as massive of a platform as it is now, dan and phil still shared a lot of goals and also supported each other’s individual goals that the other might not have shared with them. so yes, technically they were still sharing each other’s dreams merely through mutual support regardless of whether or not both of them had those same exact dreams in mind. “I hope that someday I’ll share her home” is such a meaningful lyric because dan and phil never had any idea that they would’ve ever had the opportunity to move in with each other and change millions of people’s lives together. all they could hold onto at the time was hope. but that hope was so worth holding onto because now they’ve been sharing each other’s home for over 7 years, literally and metaphorically

the last two lines are pretty self explanatory. dan and phil know more about each other than anyone else does and some of the things that they feel comfortable sharing with each other are things that they wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing with anyone else. aside from secrets, they carry each other’s love, and even though they can’t literally “carry children,” they have created a family together. the meaning of family in this context is subjective, whether you want to consider it a family solely between the two of them or the family that they’ve made with their audience

We are still kids, but we’re so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we’ll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be my girl, I’ll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

once again there’s another tense shift. the lyrics are insinuating that the present relationship still has much room for growth but has remained very genuine, which is also true in dan and phil’s case because they are visibly growing with each day that passes. they are growing professionally and personally and the amount of that growth, even just recently, has been astronomical. they see their futures intertwined and they truly are so in love

as for that second line, read it and really let it sink in… “Fighting against all odds.” if dan and phil have done anything in their goddamn lives, it’s fighting all goddamn odds. the odds of phil’s replies to dan on twitter leading to dm’s, the odds of those dm’s leading to 5 hour skype calls, the odds of those skype calls eventually leading dan to buy a train ticket to piccadilly station and actually meet up with this man whom he had met online, the odds of them taking the biggest risk of their professional lives and moving in together in the heart of london so they could pursue a radio show that they had no idea would either pay off or go down in flames, the odds of them actually creating this life together, helping each other through their sudden rise to fame? the odds of them actually having the opportunity to create such a unique community and change people’s lives for the better? what dan and phil have is not what society would deem conventional, but they have beat every normative agenda out there and have literally defied all odds. there were so many potential setbacks… there were so many things that could’ve gone wrong… but they didn’t.

[Chorus 2]

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful

I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

[Chorus 3]

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

I have faith in what I see

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect

I don’t deserve this

You look perfect tonight

these last two choruses are very similar to chorus 1 with a few minor lyrical changes

chorus 3 is a lot more confident and hopeful of the future, much like dan and phil seem to be at this current point in time. the view that they have of their future seems to be filled with such good things, like moving and adopting a dog and whatever other “life things” they might have in mind. but i think the most important thing to consider here is that their futures are so tightly bound to each other, and they have nothing but tremendous faith in each other. whatever their futures may hold, it holds them together

now end this analysis with a visual of dan and phil curled up together in phil’s bed, reminiscing on how all of this happened and just how lucky they are to have ended up in this current moment with each other

i’m not saying anything but… perfect is the perfect song for them

anonymous asked:

Shy!dan puck!phil there first time with blushing and wining and a reasuring phil please

Yo so this is essentially the plotline for my Babygirl fics lmao but I didn’t wanna be lazy and just link them so I changed things up a bit I hope that’s cool?? Here we have a little less cliche shy, awkward, virgin punk!phil and a forward as fuck pastel!dan with a sexy first time and some praise kink. Also minor drug warning for The Weed.

Phil hasn’t met Daniel Howell yet, but he thinks he just might be the love of his life. He’s a friend of a friend of a friend of Phil’s and Phil wouldn’t even know of his existence if he hadn’t started scrolling through the all guests tab on one of his Facebook events. Phil’s thumb stops swiping upwards the moment he sees his profile picture and he clicks on it without hesitation. He spends a little while appreciating – okay, stalking – his profile; it’s set to private, so he doesn’t really get access to much except a few photos, but…well, the boy is gorgeous. There’s no two ways about it. He has the face of an angel and the flower crown to match. All Phil has is a name and a face and he’s already smitten. Honestly, it’s no wonder he’s still a virgin.

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anonymous asked:

did you like the new video? were there any special parts?

oh my god yes, i’m shocked we got the follow-up so soon but i loved it just as much as yesterday’s??? a lot of the same thoughts apply here–dan being so proud, phil being so happy about dan’s praise, both of them bonding over the music from classic games, dan’s interest in phil’s childhood and wanting to know all of these details about how phil made it and how his friends reacted, etc. some standout moments for me: 

  • i mean obviously the angel threesome. what even. i feel like the point i’ve worn out to death on here about phil is that he’s been pushing back on the innocence trope for some months now, and has been increasingly comfortable w sexual comments/innuendo/teasing (and not innuendos that are made in a way where he seems to not be aware of what he’s saying.) and yet i was still hashtag shook to see him discussing threesomes so casually and giggling about it, and honestly weirdly startled to be reminded that phil was just like any other sex-crazed 14 year old boy lmao. i loved that whole bit so much. i love that they kept it in despite the break with phil’s mostly g-rated commentary. i laughed so hard at the way they were trying their best to make it seem innocent with those “tea party” comments,, but there was just no salvaging it. i was obsessed with the way dan was rendered nearly speechless, and how phil just stayed completely calm and was being super cheeky and kind of teasing dan for his reactions. also .. interesting that it was a MMF threesome rather than phil just wanting the main protagonist to have a threesome w two of the angels .. hmmm. then phil saying that alex would be worn out after the second round like …… .. i think i actually blushed wtf
  • the part when they were walking through the space maze and you could see little bits of the sky and phil pointed at one of the stars and said “we’re there, i can see our house” and dan went “awww” and i started to cry lmao. the way phil’s mind works is so beautiful i dont’ even get it ,, like he was just looking at the space background and thought to make this cute af remark that kind of acknowledges the sheer enormity of space but that he and dan exist in that space together, in one home wtf?? ? ? and he said it just to make dan smile??? ? ? and it was so casually done as like a throwaway comment that probs anyone would’ve missed amidst this 40-min behemoth of a video but they kept it in anyway and it was so sweet :( i was rly fucking emotional about it  :( also “our house” in general in any context,,, pls 
  • “this is tumblr we’re talking about, they need that gay shit.” uhhhhh. interesting comment from dan. it hit me in a strange way bc like,, i’ve heard this exact thing said about tumblr way too much by The Straights™ as a way of criticizing this platform and also a way of criticizing the driving force of a lot of fandom (which is obvi a need for more queer representation across all media basically.) but it’s interesting bc it’s also kind of a joke-y thing that people on tumblr and inside of those fandom spaces say a lot (like, ‘gimme more of that gay shit’ lol) and they (we) sort of own up to in a self-aware and humorous way. it’s interesting to me that dan decided to make that comment bc from the most objective evaluation it honestly comes across as derisive/rude/offensive, but he’s sort of implicitly asking us to view him as a Tumblr Resident himself (or even a queer person himself lol) and interpret the comment in a humorous way, rather than a critical one and that seems important to me. like a (hetero) outsider can’t rly make that comment without being completely offensive and horrible but dan felt like he could make it, and in so doing, he sort of puts himself on the same level as us in a way? idk. i need to think about this more 

just generally these two videos have given me so much to think about regarding phil and also dnp’s partnership. both videos felt like such a soft and lovely reminder of exactly why i love them so much. the level to which they are able to celebrate each other and demonstrate how much they have in common, how much their senses of humor align, how much they value each others’ opinions and minds, it’s all just so incredible to watch. and phil… like. this was such an important reminder to me of just how deep his creative talent probably runs. if he was making this at 14 (with all the time and effort and dedication and complex thought that that required), i can’t begin to fathom what he could make now, at 30, with 16 more years of knowledge and experience and exposure to all kinds of films and games and books. i feel like phil could make almost anything he wanted. he probably has innate writing talent and ability, and he clearly has the capacity to imagine and construct original characters and worlds. it brings me back to a central question i’ve always had about phil which is why he doesn’t exercise this creative energy more and why he is happy making things for AP that are, to be frank, somewhat formulaic and frequently just vlogs about his own life. i could ramble on that subject for a while as there are a few ideas in my mind for why he put himself into the AP box (security probably foremost on that list) but i’ll save that for another time. i’m just so happy they chose to make these videos though. it was so incredibly original and refreshing and beautiful to see them have so much fun and share in their love for each other. some of the best dapg content ever, for sure.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write pastel!mute!dan and punk!phil? I live for pastel! punk! AUs. Maybe Dan can still talk he just doesn't out of shyness? It can be smut or fluff, I don't care.

He thought he was a ghost at first; the boy who silently stood next to him at the bus station every morning with his cheeks tinted pink from the cold or maybe just from blushing, Phil couldn’t tell.

He didn’t wear enough white for a ghost though, his clothes were mostly soft hues of purples and pinks and blues and the occasional green or yellow. He looked more like a fairy, and the flower crown that usually sat delicately settled on top of his chocolate-y brown curls helped quite a bit.

Phil was captured. He was absolutely fucking lost to him.

He wanted to talk to him.

Phil didn’t ride the bus, it wasn’t his scene, he usually rode his motorbike to school. But that day he decided to do it, if it meant seeing the pastel angel up close. And maybe he would let Phil sit with him.

The boy was sitting on the bench that day, his eyes scanning a page of whatever book he was reading. He seemed very immersed; his brown curls falling in his face and eyes so he had to keep brushing them away with his lilac sleeve.

Phil slowly sat next to him, tapping his fingers on his black clad knees and picking at his black nail polish. Finally he leaned over, tapping the boy on the shoulder.

He looked up, his eyes slightly wide, his pupils dilating when they landed on Phil. And for a second, Phil couldn’t speak.

His eyes were a soft warm chocolate color, like his hair but more intense and deep looking. Phil could see a shimmer in them, and small gold flecks stood out as if he had dumped glitter in his eyes years ago and just never got it out. His lips were pink, a nice pastel color that matched his dressing choices as if he was wearing lipstick. It occurred to Phil that maybe he was.

The boy was quiet, silently watching Phil and waiting for him to speak.

“Uh, hi,” Phil mumbled, slightly taken aback by what an affect Dan had on him just by looking at him. “I’m Phil.”

Phil held out his hand for Dan to shake and Dan stared at it for a moment before slowly shaking it, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I just, um… I see you here every day and I…” Phil cursed himself under his breath; he was usually much smoother than this but it didn’t help that the boy looked like a fucking angel and he was just staring at Phil like he had never seen a boy before. “I think you’re cute,” he muttered.

The angel was still for another moment before a gentle smile melted onto his features, and he tilted his head to the side just slightly, as if in question. Then something occurred to Phil.

“Can you… talk?” He asked, his brow furrowed curiously.

The boy paused before shaking his head slowly. Phil scooted closer on the bench, even more intrigued now.

“Are you… deaf? Or just shy…?” Phil blinked. “Sorry if I’m being offensive.”

The boy shook his head again, as if to assure him he wasn’t, before pulling his oversized sleeves over his hands and rocking slightly.

“Shy?” Phil repeated, and Dan nodded, before shrugging. His face suddenly lit up, and he held out a finger for Phil to wait a second.

He grabbed a pen out of his bag, nodding at Phil eagerly and Phil smiled, digging through his own bag and grabbing a notebook. He handed it to Dan, who took it, and began scribbling rapidly.

‘i haven’t talked for a really long time,’ the paper read. ‘i kind of forget why, but i know it’s partly shyness. it’s like my version of being a vegetarian, i can’t break it’

Phil laughed at that part, and the boy let out a quiet giggle.

“What’s your name?” Phil asked, and Dan wrote something on the page.

‘Dan Howell’ it read in careful cursive.

“Cute,” Phil mumbled, and Dan rolled his eyes.

'it’s not cute. it’s boring’

“No it’s not,” Phil argued after reading it, shaking his head. “I think the name Dan suits you, and the name Howell is cool.” Phil grinned widely. “You know what I would name my kid if it had your last name?”

Dan raised his eyebrows.

'what ?’

Phil smirked. “Wolf.”

Dan laughed without noise, shaking his head.

'oh, like wolf howell. i get it. ha ha very funny.’

Phil bit his lip, brushing black hair out of his eyes. “What music do you like?”

Dan smiled, picking up the pen.

'muse, mostly. do you like muse ?’

Phil laughed out loud, raising his eyebrows. “YOU like Muse?”

Dan nodded defensively, frowning softly and cocking his head to the side.

“Yeah, Muse is my favorite band actually,” Phil answered, shaking his head in shock.

'nice ! i like muse, you like muse, let’s be friends :)’

Phil smiled at that, the corner of his mouth pulling up in a grin.

“Yeah, let’s,” he muttered, pressing his lips together. “But i have to be honest, i came over here hoping for a bit more than friendship.”

Dan’s face instantly went red, and he held his sleeves up, covering his face. Phil chuckled. Dan picked up the pen and paper, avoiding Phil’s eyes as he wrote.

'why??’

“Because you’re cute.” Phil shrugged. “Honestly i’m very interested in you. I wanna know what your deal is.”

'what my,,, deal is ?’

Phil laughed. “Yeah.”

Before he could say any more the bus arrived, and Dan stood up, throwing his pen back into his bag. Phil grabbed his notebook and his own bag.

“After you,” he muttered, letting Dan step up first. Dan smiled at him.

There weren’t enough seats for them to sit together so Dan sat two seats behind him; Phil wasn’t going to pretend he wasn’t upset, especially because he got stuck with a very chatty first year. But finally they pulled up at their school, and he was able to escape.

He was at his locker when Dan approached him again, holding something out. Phil frowned, taking it; a folded slip of pink notebook paper. Dan smiled, walking away silently.

Phil unfolded it, dropping his bag so he could use both hands.

'here’s my number :)’ Under it was a phone number, written in very careful letters as if he was scared Phil wouldn’t be able to read it. 'also, wanna have lunch off campus today ?? i want to hear more about our future kid named wolf. xoxo , dan the weird pastel mute

Drowning in You

Summary (kind of spoilers?): Dan is the BAMFy popular boy, Phil is the quiet nerd. Dan secretly really likes him, so he always teases him and calls him names. One day Phil is fed up, so when Dan calls him a stalker he replies and gets really close to Dan and says “Would you call this stalking?” to make him uncomfortable. 
Prompt from Phanfic
Word Count
: 1552
Warnings: Cussing

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Dan knew he was fucked the very first time he saw him.

Black hair, the colour of a raven’s wing, was always soft-looking and covered pretty blue eyes that reminded Dan of the sky on a sunny day. His lips, which were pink and soft, were in a sort of permanent smirk against pale skin that stood out on the rare days that he wore thick black glasses that slid down his nose while he lost himself in various books.

And it was the first time that Dan felt his heart race at the sight of another boy, but this stranger was an angel and Dan would die every day if it meant he could see him.

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anonymous asked:

louise is?? an angel?? she's so open about her life that I'm sometimes like girl what are you DOING don't you know the internet loves to prey on vulnerability? but she does it anyways because she wants her audience to really know her and for people who look up to her to find comfort in the fact that her life is just as turbulent as ours? I just. god I love louise.

i stan louise :( dan and phil whom? i only care for people with great emotional depth and vulnerability

anonymous asked:

Do you guys have any choking fics that aren't in the masterlist because I've read them all

Links last checked 13 April, 2017

Sacrilegious (ao3) - Dan Howell was a good kid. A Catholic, growing up in Mass and youth group. But, after meeting Phil Lester, his life drastically changed, turning the quiet and meek boy into a wild child.

Sir - The one where neighbours Dan and Phil are friends with benefits, but no drama happens. just rough sex.

Spoilt (ao3) - 2012!Phan angry hate sex. Dan’s being a spoilt brat and Phil’s had enough of it. He decides to punish him.

Stereotypes (ao3) - In their relationship, everyone expected Dan to be the dominant one. He was taller than his boyfriend, obviously stronger, and was prepared to fight anyone who so much looked at Phil weirdly. Phil wasn’t. Phil was soft, gentle, nice to everyone, and angelic.

Take My Breath Away (ao3) - Dan tweeted about sadomasochism and then tried to choke Phil in the Impossible Quiz video, so this happened.

This Is What It Feels Like - Dan goes to a biker bar and attempts to seduce himself a top.

jesus christ why do i know these?

- Emily

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hey so i wasn’t going to post this cause i honestly think it’s shit and i’m really tired from travel and it’s way too angsty but here you go my dudes and dONT BE TOO HARSH IM ONLY SMOL

(i wanted to combine these two prompts but i might re do one or the other cause ye)


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Dan jumped when he closed his locker; Phil was standing right behind it, leaning against the wall. Damn it. Dan could already feel a blush coming on.

“Hey princess,” he said, grinning cockily.

Dan flashed him a nervous grin, straightening his purple flower crown and turning on his heel.

This had been going on for months now, ever since Dan moved here. Phil seemed persistent on winning him over, for whatever reason. Dan didn’t get it. What had he done to make the scariest boy in school like him?

“Aw, c'mon Dan, don’t be like that,” Phil whined, chasing after him.

Dan couldn’t help but giggle, holding his sleeve to his mouth and walking quicker.

“Why do you never talk to me?” Phil asked, catching up to him and grabbing his shoulder gently. Dan’s breath caught in his throat when Phil tugged him around to face him.

“B-Because you’re s-scary,” Dan admitted, and Phil chuckled.

“I’m scary, am I?” He asked, stepping forward and backing Dan into the lockers.

Dan nodded, eyes wide.

“Well, would you give me a chance to fix it?” He asked softly, brushing a strand of hair out of Dan’s eyes.

Dan shrugged nervously, not sure what else to do. To be honest, Phil was hot, in a strange, dangerous way. Dan wouldn’t mind getting to know him better, as long as he didn’t get stabbed.

“C'mon baby boy,” he muttered, smirking and leaning so close that Dan could feel his breath against his neck. He shivered. “I promise I’ll be nice. Just one date.”

“I n-need to study…” Dan stuttered, finding it hard to speak with Phil practically pinning him against the lockers.

Phil chuckled. “Fine. It’ll be a study date.” Phil pulled back slightly to look at him, raising his eyebrows, his eyebrow bar raised with it. “Please? Just gimme a chance.”

Dan hesitated, his eyes studying Phil’s face. He looked sincere.

Honestly, he wanted to say yes. God, he would be a fool to not say yes. But he was scared. What if they started making out, and it led to… other things..? And then Phil would find out and surely he wouldn’t like him anymore, and Dan wasn’t quite ready to give that up.

“Fine,” he practically whispered, looking away.

“Really?” Phil asked eagerly, and then cleared his throat. “Sorry,” he said in a lower voice, and Dan giggled. That was pretty cute.

“Yeah,” Dan said, looking up and flashing Phil a smile before looking down again.

“Great.” Phil grinned. “My house, tomorrow afternoon..?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” Phil leaned forward, kissing Dan on the cheek quickly before he could react. “See you then, angel.”

Phil practically skipped off, the chains on his boots jingling and Dan giggled, holding his hand to his hot face where Phil had kissed him.

It was gonna be a long day.


~~~~~


“You look really cute,” Phil said for the thousandth time, tossing a stuffed bear in the air and catching it. “Have I said that?”

“Yeah, I think you have,” Dan answered, rolling his eyes and flipping through his text book. He felt more comfortable with him now after a while, less shy around him.

“Y'know when I offered a study date I didn’t think we’d actually be studying,” Phil grumbled, tossing the bear again. Dan snatched it out of his hands, placing it gently back between his pillows where it belonged.

“Yeah well, I really need to study. And quit assaulting my stuffies.”

Phil snorted, rolling on him stomach to look at Dan and raise his eyebrows.

“You call them stuffies?”

“Yeah!” Dan said, pouting defensively. “You don’t?”

Phil shook his head, his grin getting larger.

“That’s fucking adorable.”

Dan blushed, pulling a pillow over his face to hide it.

“No you,” Dan mumbled.

“Good comeback.”

“Thanks, I’ve been practicing it all day.”

Phil laughed, grabbing a throw pillow and tossing it at him.

“Y'know, when you’re loosened up, you’re actually pretty chill.”

“Thanks for the complement.”

“You know I’m gonna fuck you, right?”

Dan froze, his eyes widening and he slowly peeked over the pillow. Phil was checking his phone, and he shut it off with a click, glancing up nonchalantly.

“W-Why do you say that?”

“Because it’s true.” Phil shrugged. “You’re going to be mine, we both know it.”

Dan didn’t answer, too shocked to think of words, heat coursing through his whole body.

Phil shifted, sitting up and moving closer to him.

“Something wrong?” He asked innocently, but Dan could see the smirk in the corner of his mouth.

“No,” Dan said quietly, chewing on his cheek. “M fine.”

“Hmm, I think you’re lying,” Phil muttered, leaning closer and placing a hand on Dan’s knee. “What’s wrong, babe,” he breathed, making sure Dan could feel it, making shivers run down his spine. “You seem a bit flustered. Maybe I can make it better..?”

“P-Phil…” Dan stuttered, eyes widening when Phil touched his face and made him look at him. Phil’s eyes flickered to his lips. Dan instinctively bit down on his bottom lip, letting Phil lean closer, lowering him back on the bed.

“Yes..?” He breathed.

“I…” Dan trailed off, because Phil was climbing on top of him, hands on either side of Dan’s head.

Their noses brushed, and Phil smiled, which lightened the mood and Dan could feel himself relaxing a bit. He gripped Phil’s shoulders, running his fingers down his arms and over his biceps.

“Jesus, Dan,” Phil muttered breathlessly. “Can I kiss you..?”

Dan didn’t answer, just slid his arms around Phil’s neck and and pulling him down until their lips were touching, and he was kissing him open mouthed.

It was soft at first, Phil was a lot gentler than he had expected, kissing him softly and cautiously, in case Dan was uncomfortable. His tongue explored Dan’s mouth, and Dan tangled his fingers in Phil’s hair, pulling his closer.

Phil brushed his fingertips over Dan’s sides and over his hip, touching him gently and carefully like he was breakable. It was when he tugged gently at Dan’s pink jumper when Dan fully realized what was happening.

He pulled back, gasping for breath and pushing Phil away gently.

“What? What’s wrong?” Phil’s eyes widened in surprise and worry. “Shit, did I hurt you?”

“No, no, I just…” Dan ran his fingers through his hair. “You can’t… I can’t…” Dan pressed his fingers to his temple.

“Hey,” Phil said gently, touching his shoulder. “We don’t have to do anything if it makes you uncomfortable. We’ll just… study. Or watch a movie or something. It’s fine, love.”

Dan looked up, meeting his eyes and biting his swollen lip nervously.

“Promise you won’t leave,” Dan muttered before he could stop himself. He flinched.

“Of course,” Phil answered, frowning.

At that Dan grabbed his hand, pulling him forward again and kissing him deeply. If he was gonna run away, he wanted to get the most out of it while he could.

Dan guided Phil’s hand under his shirt slowly, letting it brush his skin while he kissed him. When it got to his chest, he stopped.

Phil froze, pulling back just slightly to frown, running his fingers over the fabric. Dan watched through worried eyes as Phil gently touched his chest.

“Dan..?” Phil mumbled questioningly, pushing his jumper up his stomach.

Dan didn’t speak as Phil tugged at the fabric, pulling it over his head. He pushed himself up on the bed, looking down at him.

“M sorry,” Dan mumbled, covering his face with his hands. “Shit, I’m sorry, I-”

“Dan.”

Dan quieted as Phil leaned down, kissing the dip in his throat, right above the top of his binder.

“Yeah…?”

Phil moved up to Dan’s neck, sucking right under Dan’s ear and making him whimper.

“This changes literally nothing,” Phil said finally, and Dan let out a breath of relief.

“Oh thank god, I-”

“Can I… take this… off..?” He asked, running his fingertips over the hem of the binder.

Dan hesitated, biting his lip.

“Y-Yeah, alright,” he said finally, sitting up and helping Phil get it off.

He lay back down when it was off, now completely topless, his skin burning where he could feel Phil looking. Which was everywhere.

Phil smiled, biting his collarbone gently and moving down his chest, between his breasts.

“Hey,” he breathed. “Just a fun fact; I’m very gay.”

Dan laughed, running his fingers through Phil’s hair.

“Thanks. I’m glad you’re comfortable enough to tell me that.”

Phil rolled his eyes, taking one of Dan’s nipples into his mouth and sucking, making Dan gasp and tug on his hair slightly.

“Phil…” he moaned, tugging at the bottom of Phil’s black t-shirt. Phil sat up, tugging it over his head and tossing it away. Dan ran his fingertips over Phil’s muscles for a moment, before pulling him back on top of him so their skin was touching.

Phil went back to working on his neck, rougher now, leaving hickeys and bite marks all along his collar. Dan moaned loudly, moving his head to give Phil more access.

“Jesus, Phil, just fuck me already,” Dan gasped, gripping his shoulders.

“Yeah?” Phil asked, pulling back slightly and letting their lips brush. “You sure you’re-”

“Yes, yeah, I’m comfortable with it, please.”

Phil nodded, getting up and digging through the pockets of his jeans, pulling out a condom and lube. Dan raised his eyebrows, grinning.

“Came prepared,” he chuckled, grinning with half of his mouth.

He quickly discarded his jeans, tugging at Dan’s.

“Can I..?”

“Yes, please Phil.”

Soon they were off, and Phil got rid of his own boxers as well. Dan quickly wrapped his hand around his shaft, licking a long strip up the side, making Phil moan and grip his hair.

“Are you sure you’re ..?”

“Yes, I’m… I’m okay. You can… take them off.”

With that confirmation Dan’s boxers were also removed, and tossed away. Phil gently spread his legs, kissing slowly up his inner thigh.

After a few minutes of prep, Dan was ready and frankly couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled Phil between his legs, wrapping them around his waist and edging him into Dan’s tight heat.

Phil groaned, pushing in slowly and kissing down Dans throat to distract him.

“Ph-Phil…” Dan moaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck…” he whimpered, burying his face in Phil’s shoulder.

Slowly, Phil started to thrust, rolling his hips expertly and making Dan whine and claw at his back.

“Fuck-! Please, harder, fuck Phil.”

Phil let out a breathy laugh, speeding up his pace and snapping his hips harder into Dan. Dan let the most angelic noise Phil had ever heard rip from his throat, gripping Phil’s shoulders and pushing himself back on Phil’s cock.

Phil bit down on his earlobe, tugging gently while he fucked into him at a quick pace. Dan cried out.

“Phil, fuck, i’m gonna cum if you keep… doing that…”

Phil grinned, kissing his neck and rolling his hips to get as deep as possible.

“Good.”

Dan buried his face in Phil’s shoulder, moaning loudly and grinding back on him, coming and gripping him tightly. In a few more thrusts Phil finished too, moaning Dan’s name and biting down on his throat.

Phil pulled out, rolling off of him and intertwining their fingers. Dan grinned.

“That was a fun study date,” he muttered. Phil nodded.

“We should do it again sometime.”

“Definitely.”

Dan x Reader- Little One, I Love You

Third Person POV
Tuesday is the day Dan must leave for New York. He’s set to visit YouTube Headquarters and sponsors for Phil and his projects in New York. He’s going to be there for four days and while we both would’ve thought the amount of time was nothing four years ago, we’ve definitely changed now. In the space of four years, Dan and y/n have welcomed an adorable little girl, y/d/n who captured our hearts and life the first day she came on this Earth.

Dan was wrapped up in her little finger and she adored him which would make it gut wrenching when he would have to say goodbye Tuesday morning. Usually when Dan had to go on any sort of work trips y/n joined him and Phil or just stay home and stick it out. When they were in newborn stage, she’d stay home with their daughter who didn’t really mind nor remember. However, now the 4 year old totally understood. They would always accompany Dan whether it was to L.A or Florida, but it seemed cruel to have mid toddler on a plane for hours just for a mere 4 all work days, so they wanted y/d/n and y/n to stay home. The hard part is telling her…


Y/N’s POV
“Daddy!!! Mommy!!!” I heard little but mighty voice shout from lounge then the sound of little feet pottering came closer.
I eyed Dan in worriment and I just saw pure horror in his face, frozen in position for packing his suitcase. It was y/d/n.
“Crap,” he mumbled shuffling to push in a the clothing drawers of our bedroom and zipping up the suitcase quickly.
“Hello munchkin,” Dan tried to look causal with a giant suitcase on the bed. But she’s far too suspicious and smart as her chocolate eyes widened, making the connection instantly.
“Whatcha doing?” The little voice chirped and then ran over to open the suitcase revealing her father’s clothes.
“Daddy are you packing?” y/d/n curiously smiled excitedly and I stayed silent.
Dan smiled weakly and nodded letting out a quiet, “Yes.”
“Yay! Where we going?” She asked all giddy.
Dan grabbed her to carry and sit on the bed, as he bent down on the floor with his giant height.
“Baby, daddy’s going away to work for little bit in New York. You stay here with mommy for a little bit.” He said in the calmest voice possible but then we saw all the color wiped from her face as it dropped, sadness overtaking and she gulped.
“W-w-what? Why?” y/d/n looked scared and I went on the bed to hold her in an attempt of comfort.
“Because, Uncle Phil and I have to meet some people there but I’ll be back. Promise.” Dan swallowed his breath watching her little rose lip quiver.
“Without me?” She had the sheer look of horror in her face, the exact one her dad had on just a mere minutes ago. I stroked her hair and kiss her forehead trying to tell it’d be alright. My heart was sinking.
“Yes, because it’s going to be really boring and we are going to do work things. You can stay here though and do whatever with mommy and have so much fun.” He looked at me for reassurance and I nodded at her once more, “Mhmm.”
“No!!! Daddy please don’t leave me.” y/d/n and Dan instantly jumped to her to hold her in his arms.
“No no baby, I’ll be back I promise.” Dan took her head in his chest, softly stroking her hair. But it was too late and inevitable, the waterworks came.


Third Person POV
Eventually, y/d/n stopped crying and he tucked her into bed after taking all the cuddles he would need.
But before he could leave, the little voice peeped out at him.
“Daddy?” It sounded scared and exhausted worked from all emotions.
“Yes love?” He thought he was going to make a quick getaway for it, but instead he ran over to his little girl’s bed.
Her eyes were teary and red, body hot and sniffling, how he hated seeing his little one like this.
“Have I been bad?” The voice peeped out struck with fear, “I promise I’ll be good just stay, or let me go with you, Daddy. Please.”
“No angel, you’ve been an amazing little girl. I just have to go and do things.” Dan tried reasoning with her but he only got, “Have Uncle Phil do it! Stay with me!”
Dan just shook his head and kissed her, “I’m sorry baby. I can’t.”
In the small amount of seconds, her brain ran wild. Eyes looking all around and mouth quivering again, trying to come up with some explanation of why her father would leave her and she only came to one conclusion.
“Do you not love me anymore? That why you leaving?” Dan’s eyes widened absolutely heart absolutely broke at her statement.
He feared her ever asking that, he never ever wanted her to doubt his love for her. Now in her 4 year old mind, she somehow came up that the only reason that he’s leaving her at home is that he didn’t love her and it killed him.
“Listen to me, little one I love you so much. I will always love you so much. I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you. I promise I love you and always will.” His eyes were urging and eyes yearning for her to understand, he needed her to always believe that he loved her.
y/d/n simply nodded her little head and curled up to him sleepily mumbling, “Daddy, I love you too,” after kissing his cheek.
He smiled at this statement and held her a little longer wishing it could be forever.
Her small body stirred a little more in his arms and then whispered, “Daddy?”
Dan was surprised she was still awake but he wanted to savor every last moment with his little girl and looked down at her.
“Yes?”
“Can I go with you please?” Her eyes were as big as a puppy’s and Dan could feel his heart soften. That’s it, he couldn’t stand it anymore and may have even wanted her to come more than his daughter herself. If y/d/n wanted to go this time then she’d go, New York was only just a couple hours and not as bad as Los Angeles.
“Okay… fine.” Dan watched his baby girl’s face light up once again, “But you have to go to sleep now darling.”
She nodded and curled back into his body and whispered a peppy and sleepy, “Yay.”
Dan chuckled at what he just promised, with a bit of shock, but he was going to deliver for his little one.

In an instant Dan whipped out his phone going straight to the plane app and booked another 2 tickets. With all their information automatically filled in, Dan had booked y/n and the littlest Howell on a trip to New York next to him on first class. The flight was on Tuesday and the current day was current early hours of Monday. Dan slowing crept out of the room and went to see his wife quietly reading a book in bed.



Y/N’s POV
“You’re still up, you didn’t have to wait up for me.” Dan said taking off his shirt and crawling in bed.
I shrugged, “I was reading anyways, I would’ve woken you with the light if you went came to bed to soon.”
Dan chuckled kissing my cheek and pulling over the duvet in himself.
“How did she take it?” I asked wondering if it went well since he was in there for so long.
“So umm, guess we’re going to New York on Tuesday.” Dan spoke quietly and I put her book down in surprise. I swear there was a little grin.
“What? Dan!” I scolded him in disbelief and instead he just smirked with an amused giggle.
“I couldn’t say no to that face.” I groaned but didn’t really mind honestly. I missed New York but I would miss Dan more if he left even if it was only for a few days.
“Dan,” I complained as he kissed my lips coming on too of me making me blush.
“You would find she’s very convincing. Just like her mother.” Dan said in between his little kisses all over my body.
Scoffing I ask, “Is that so?”
Dan nodded and winked, “Besides I can’t leave you, I’ll miss you far too much.”
I sighed cuddling up to his bare chest, “Alright, well I guess one day she’s gonna beg to stay home. So we might as savor the time she wants to come with us.”
“Exactly.” Dan kissed my forehead and we both yawned consecutively.
“Guess we’re all packing tomorrow.” I mumbled not even bothering to think about all the running around and Dan laughed it off.
“I love you.” He beamed at me.
“I love you too.” I kissed his lips once more and I rested my eyes peacefully with closed smile.


Third Person POV
While y/n drifted asleep, he marveled at how a little girl had him wrapped around her finger and he would literally do anything for her heart’s desire. Now, he understood this love and admiration that he had and he was in awe. Dan had a family that was his. Dan had more than he could ever wish far and he absolutely loved it. He had y/n and y/d/n and that was all he needed.

//Bonus!\
Phil and his wife along with their child also came on the New York trip after they were told of Dan bringing y/n and their daughter. They had an amazing time.

anonymous asked:

why are you not awake, dan is wearing nail polish and phil is looking like an angel in a freaking star wars shirt! I'm in love with Phil

star wars and sexual fantasies it’s like a nerd orgy

paper airplanes - part one

Phil Lester was in love with him.

He was in love with the mysterious boy who lived in the large pastel blue house next to his, the one with the Sakura trees carved into the shutters, the boy who sat on his balcony at exactly the same time every evening and did nothing but cry.

And it was irrational and completely silly considering Phil had never actually talked to him.

Dan Howell was the most beautiful boy Phil had ever seen. He had chocolate eyes and gorgeous skin that Phil desperately wanted to touch, everywhere. He looked soft, like an angel or a cloud, he looked like he smelled like vanilla and rain.

But of course, Phil wouldn’t know this, considering he had never been close enough to find out.

Dan Howell had moved in next to him junior year, and Phil had been completely and hopelessly lost since then.

Dan sat on his balcony every day at six o clock sharp. Phil wasn’t sure exactly why, but it happened every day, and Phil was always sure he was ready for it.

It had occurred to Phil that it was probably pretty creepy, but it was the only time he seemed real.

At school he wandered around like a ghost, hiding under his hood and keeping his eyes glued on his feet. On the balcony, when he was alone, he was real.

Every day Dan sat on his balcony and sobbed his heart out until he was shaking, his eyes red and his hair messed up from tugging at it.

And Phil Lester wanted to know why.

anonymous asked:

A prompt i thought could be cute?? Idk: punk!Phil is super famous and in an alternative band, he gets to be a judge on some sort of x-factor-ish show, suddenly super-soft, pastel, skirt-wearing, confident yet shy Dan Howell walks in with his lil' uke and Phils just gone, especially once he starts singing bc actual holy angel. Can be smut or fluff or both thank thank

🌻 Phil was excited about this idea, he had been since it was first suggested by his manager. This was one of the fun parts of being in a popular band, things like being on a show.

🌻 Phil had dressed in a red button up, designed with a pattern of small white hearts, and black jeans, as well as his black boots and leather jacket. He ran his fingers through his hair, admiring his reflection in the mirror.

🌻 “C'mon man, we’ve gotta go!” His band mate, PJ, called through the door, rolling his eyes. “We’re not going to be late for yet another appointment just because your hair isn’t just right.”

🌻 Phil rolled his eyes, following his friend out the door. “Shut up, you’re no better.”

🌻 The drive was about an hour, plenty of time for Phil to think about it. The show was kind of unheard of; they brought bands on to listen and watch several different unknown musicians who think they’ve got what it takes to be famous. If the person gets picked, by whichever group calls them first, they go on tour with them and get to lead up their shows or just hang out with them. Phil liked the idea, and he liked the idea of some aspiring musician coming with them on tour the next month.

🌻 When they got there, Phil was surprised at the amount of people outside the building. A bodyguard had to escort them inside, but Phil still waved and smiled at them. It would never get old.

🌻 There were four other bands, on different platforms than them. PJ, Chris, and Phil were lead to their place and given seats.

🌻 Then it began. There were about ten people that got on, and they each had a bit of time to do their thing. They were all good, but none of them really caught Phil’s attention or they didn’t get to the buzzer quick enough.

🌻 That was when it happened.

🌻 The last contestant was called on, and he walked on stage. Phil’s eyes widened; instantly star struck.

🌻 It was a boy, looking in his twenties, around Phil’s age. He carried himself carefully, like he wanted everything to be perfect. He looked around, flashing the audience and the bands a soft smile, and Phil’s heart skipped a beat.

🌻 The boy was wearing a soft- pastel yellow sweater, hanging around his torso perfectly, decorated with sunflower designs. He was also wearing a high-waisted yellow skirt, as well as black thigh highs, yellow converse, and a sunflower flower crown. His brown hair fell in curls in his face. Jesus. His outfit was perfectly put together.

🌻 He cleared his throat, pulling the microphone towards himself.

🌻 “Hi, I’m Dan Howell,” he said lightly into it, giggling softly and grinning widely at them. “And I have an original prepared, I suppose.”

🌻 He brought up the ukulele from where he had been holding it by the neck, looking down at it, the curls falling in his eyes seemingly illuminated by the stage lights. And then he started playing.

🌻 He was good; really good. He played with the ease of someone who had practiced that exact tune a thousand times, his fingers fluttering over the cords the way leaves fell to the ground in autumn. Phil was in love. And then he started singing.

🌻 Dan’s voice was like honey, fuck, he sounded like an angel. He clearly knew what he was doing, and the song was as good as his playing. Every thing did each other justice, and it was just gorgeous.

🌻 When he finished the song he stepped back, smiling ear to ear, and it was clear he knew he had nailed it. “Thank you,” he said softly into the microphone, and the audience blew up. He did a small curtsy, giggling.

🌻 Phil caught another band going for the buzzer out of the corner of his eye and beat them to it, slamming it and standing up, grabbing their platform’s mic.

🌻 “I’m Phil Lester,” he said breathlessly, and Dan nodded, blushing. He clearly already knew that. “And… fuck. Where do I start?” He ran his fingers through his hair. “First of all, you wrote that? Damn, that was amazing! And you’re just gorgeous, your voice is beautiful, and I…” he trailed off, laughing and shaking his head. “You’re coming with us on tour. And home with me, if I have it my way.”

🌻 Dan’s blush darkened, and laughter echoed through the audience and other groups. Dan approached the mic.

🌻 “I’m not opposed to that,” he mumbled, biting his lip, and Phil laughed.

🌻 He could tell he wouldn’t regret this. It was gonna be a fun couple of months.

The Backpack Fic

“Ahhh, morning babe.” Dan said as he walked bare footed into the kitchen. Phil was standing there, still in pajamas and socks, cooking breakfast.

“Good morning D-slice.”
“Phillllllllllll, don’t call me that.”
“Yeah uh huh, I know I’m still your Angel Bean.”
“Eh. What are you making?”
“Pancakes. Do you want?”
“Oh yes please.”

Dan grabbed a plate from the cupboard and held it out. Phil flipped the pancake onto the plate for his boyfriend.

“There you go. Just grab the syrup from the fridge, mkay?”
“Alright.”

Dan proceeded to take the syrup out of the refrigerator for Phil and him. Shortly, Phil sat down next to him on the bar stools.

“So, you like the pancakes? I can flip them now. DOUBLE FLIPPPPSSSS.”
“Haha, yeah Phil they’re great. Thank you.”

Dan gave a sticky kiss to Phil who took another bite of his pancake. Phil was nearly done with his meal when Dan got up to wash his dirty plate.

“Would you like some more?”
“No thank you. I’m off to freshen up for later." 

Today was the first Monday of the month, which meant they would have to go to BBC Radio 1 for The Internet Takeover later that day. Somehow, Phil was dreading going today. He absolutely wouldn’t mind not going. Maybe another Monday would’ve been better for him this month. Why didn’t he want to go? He wasn’t quite sure himself. He did know however that he didn’t want Dan to go either, but his flat mate wouldn’t give in to anything that would mean he didn’t do the radio show. Once a month, he could do it.
No. This month he could not.

Phil hopped off his stool and washed his plate. Dan was already inside his room. No, showering in the bathroom. He’s showering now, and Phil was stood in the middle of the kitchen. He walked to his room and began to undress. He slipped his shirt off and put on a plaid one. He slid his pants and underwear down. For a while, he stared at his dick, bare to the oxygen around it. He grabbed it, and tug at it. Instantly he felt himself stiffen and get harder. He jacked his hand again and again. Phil moaned in pleasure from the contact on his penis.

In a matter of four minutes, he had made himself cum. The semen flowed over his fingers and bedsheets. He tore the articles off his bed but left his boner bare. Phil walked with them to the washer/dryer bit in the house. His penis hit the edge of the washer as he dropped the duvet and sheets in and set it to start. The machine buzzed warmly against his cock. He moaned again but quickly pulled himself away from it, careful not to pleasure himself too much and have Dan hear him.

Hmm.. Daniel. The water had stopped a while ago and he was probably drying himself off in his room. Now the real question is, clothed or not?

Not.

Phil walked to Dan’s room and knocked politely on the door. Dan scrambled to put a towel around his waist and run to the door, curious on what Phil was interrupting him for.

He opened the door for Phil and looked down to be set with an eyeful of dick. He almost audibly said,"Crappu” before he told Phil, “JESUS PHIL, PLEASE put on some pants. You can’t be running ‘round half naked.”

Phil felt his boner start to return at the sight of Dan in a towel. Maybe this is what he wanted. Not to do his work and instead do Dan. Yes. He will do Dan. BBC doesn’t mean anything now compared to how much determination Phil has for fucking Dan senseless.

“Wowie Phil, please take it down a notch. We have to go do the radio show soon.”
“No Dan, we don’t. I’m not going.”
“No? Phil, why not? Are you okay?”
“Dan, I’d rather shove my dick up that cute little butt of yours than go to that drab radio show.”
“Drab? I thought you liked it. And you want to have sex? Phil, not right now. Please.”
“Dan. No. You, me, bed. Now.”
“Phil, I said no. Maybe later, but we have to do the show…. Why don’t you like the show anymore?”
“I pretend I’m someone I’m not. Dan, I’m not as innocent as you think I am AND I’m definitely not as innocent as they think I am.”
“Phily, I know you’re not that innocent. I mean really, what about all those nights we had?”
“Daniel, that’s not what I mean.”
“Daniel? Anyways, please just get dressed. Get ready to go. I’m going to the show either way, and maybe then, after it I will let you "fuck my cute ass.”

Phil scrunched his face up in anger. He wanted more than anything to shove his hard, thick length in Dan’s tiny hole. He wanted penetration, sensation. Maybe Phil even wanted something else more than just fucking. No. He definitely wanted something more than fucking.

He exasperatedly threw his hands down to his sides and stomped to his room. Slamming the door, he got dressed in clothes. He got his “Internet News” glasses and his charged phone.  Dan had the backpack of stuff they would need, holding the scripts, songs they would play, snacks, and other nonsense and such in it.

“C'mon Phil. Let’s go.”
“Ugh.” Phil put on his jacket and grabbed he keys. Dan, backpack over shoulders and jacket on, walked out the door to leave. Phil turned off the lights in the flat and exited also, turning back to close the door and lock it so no intruders invaded.

“Dan, I don’t want to go.”
“Phil, this is our responsibility and we need to. The fans don’t ask us much really and it’s our obligation to give them what they deserve.”
“Dan.”
“Phil.”
“I want you.”
“You have me.”
“Not like that. I want your body on mine right now.”
“You’re still on that?”
“Yes, very.”
“No Phil. We have the show. That’s that. Maybe even later. Now, let’s get a cab to take us to the studio.”
“Dan. I’m not going.”
“Yes you are, Philip.”
“I am not, Daniel.”
“Stop being annoying, Phil.”
“Stop being a prude, Dan.”
Phil took it way too far to Dan. Very, very upset, he replied, “Stop being a horny ass little shit and do the show now, Phil.” He said the name with venom, disgust almost.

“And I thought I’d take care of your problem for you later tonight after the program. Phil, I’ve had enough for now, let’s just do the show and be over with it.” Dan signaled a cab to pull over and let them in. He turned to make sure Phil went in first and entered after. Phil didn’t look at Dan once, eyes directed strictly at the city around him through the window.

In a matter of about 15 minutes the both of them reached their destination. Dan paid and exited, waiting for the other stubborn man to exit the car. With a sigh he did, and then speed walked fast past Dan. He pushed open the glass doors of BBC and breathed, putting on a mask to cover his true emotions. He pretended to be the bubbly, happy Phil everyone knew and loved. The sunshine. The angel bean. The smol bean dad everyone thought they knew and not that monster of a horny man-child who’s too stubborn to recognize responsibility straight away.

Dan also pretended to act normally, as if he and his boyfriend hadn’t just started an argument. What had got Phil like that anyways? Dan lifted the backpack off his shoulder and set it down, taking the contents out and putting his headphones on. Almost time to begin, he began to ready the radio programs and get his script ready. He looked over to Phil, who still wasn’t having having to be at Radio 1.

“Phil, at least act proper for the filming.”
“Oh I will.”
“So… Act proper now!”
“Dan, we are not filming yet. I am so far not obligated to speak to or be nice to you, you ass.”
“Ass? Why are you calling me an ass, mate? Just because I know my responsibilities and you don’t doesn’t mean you have the right to be a dick to me.”
“I wish you had a dick for me. I was ready earlier, Dan.”
“That doesn’t matter now. Now hurry on back over here, it’s about to start.”

Dan and Phil did the show as normally as they could. Everyone watching bought the act, but the both of them knew inside that going home after would not be fun at all.

When the time came to wrap up the show and leave, Dan gulped in his throat. He wasn’t ready to face a mad Philip Michael Lester just yet. He put his things back in his black backpack. His Mikasa keychain dangled from one of the side zippers. He examined it thoughtfully, it was a gift of Phil’s. Back when they were together more often and we’re comfortable being constantly around each other. That was a fun time. Phil was the person people saw him ass. Cute. Adorable. Loveable. Lately, he’s been cranky a bunch. Really, what has gotten into him?

Dan continued to question Phil mentally until the man himself reminded Dan that they could leave the studio finally. Dan knew Phil’s physical behavior was different from his normal’s, but no one else knew him like Dan did and couldn’t see past the pretending. Dan had all his things packed, he was just squatting in the corner of the studio hoping that somehow stalling would prevent them from going home and having to deal with their argument. He doesn’t like being in bad terms with his boyfriend, for he loved him for everything he was.

Phil coughed loudly to get Dan’s attention to tell him he really wanted to go. People would get suspicious if they didn’t go outside together, as the majority of BBC’s workers all knew about their relationship. Dan mustered his courage and slung the backpack over his shoulder. There really wasn’t much of a need to have it, he just preferred not carrying anything in his hands and he thought he would get stereotypical and harshly rude comments that he was “gay” if he had a purse or bag. They both had their jackets on when they left their studio and walked out the BBC building. They hailed a taxi and both got in, except this time Phil sat away from Dan in the passenger seat.

Phil told the driver their flat’s address and sat in silence, once again staring out the window.

“Are you lot in a dispute of sorts? It seems you care about eachother, and it would be a shame to break yourselves up because of a problem.” The young cab driver told them. He really had no business in meddling with Dan and Phil’s business.
“Don’t worry, we won’t break up. Maybe someone will be broken after, but it’ll be over eventually.”, said Phil.

Dan gave Phil the most confused look he could muster. The cab driver shrugged and continued to drive to their destination. All of Dan’s thoughts were completely questioning what Phil had just said. However, he was very relieved that they wouldn’t break up according to Phil. He loved him, despite the cranky moments. It’s not possible for men to PMS, is it? Dan hoped not as that was the number one thought coursing through his head.

“Here we are. Have a good day you two, be good to each other.” Phil paid this time as Dan stepped out the car. He’d closed his door already, so he didn’t hear the statement Phil made to the cab driver that made the man make the most shocked and scared face Dan had ever seen a stranger wear. What had he said?

“Phil, what’d you say to him?”
“I didn’t say anything, Dan. Let’s go inside our flat.”

Dan and Phil didn’t talk to each other as they walked up the stairs and then into their flat. Phil shut the door behind Dan almost roughly, as Dan noticed. The younger man did a good job of not showing how much he was dreading that moment or of how utterly terrified of Phil he was then.

“Dan…”
Dan gulped before turning and saying, “Phil.”
“Look, I-”
“Phil it’s fine. Really. You just had a moment and it’s okay.”
“You’re saying it’s okay to have moments like that?”
“I guess? I don’t know.”
“Oh, well I’m having that moment still.”
“Um, Phil…”
“Oh Dan.”

Phil began to inch closer to Dan. Dan backed up and set his backpack down on the table. He didn’t want to have sex with Phil after his petty little situation earlier. Maybe if he hadn’t been a brat earlier about going to work, Phil would’ve gotten what he wanted. Dan kept this in mind, trying to stay focused on not giving in to Phil. Subconsciously he knew how hot Phil’s ruffled fringe was when he got mad and ran his hands through his hair.

Phil kept approaching Dan until the younger man backed into the wall. Dan tried to angle himself so that he wouldn’t be stuck, cornered even, by Phil. The elder noticed and pinned his boyfriend down using his right hand. His left hand went to the wall next to Dan’s right hip.

“Phil, please don’t”

Phil didn’t care what Dan wanted now. He focused on what he wanted, what was for him. He smashed his face to Dan’s, his lips pushing passionately onto the other man’s. His tongue slithered out of his mouth and ran over Dan’s lips. The younger didn’t give in. He didn’t kiss back nor did he open his mouth. Phil noticed and began to hungrily nibble the other man’s lips, getting Dan to moan and letting Phil slip his tongue in the open mouth so that he had to keep his partially open. Despite keeping Phil’s brattiness in mind, Dan submitted to Phil and roughly kissed him back. By now they were eating each other’s faces off practically with the way their mouths hungrily went at each other’s.

Phil grabbed Dan’s hip in his left hand now, squeezing it and brining it closer to him. Phil left Dan’s mouth for his neck. Phil was the only person Dan ever let come into contact with his neck.

Phil’s teeth attacked the flesh on Dan’s neck. He fully bit into Dan despite it not being sexy and hurting a lot. “Phil, that hurts. Not the good way either… OW!” Phil stopped biting Dan as hard and used his mouth to salivate over the teeth marks. He decided he would leave other marks, marks of purple, blue, and red. Phil left hickeys all over Dan’s neck, causing the man to moan like hell because his skin was highly sensitive.

“Phil, oh oh oh ohhhhhh yes Phillllllll”
“Dan”, Phil whispered in his ear. “Turn around.”

Dan obeyed quickly, turning to face the wall. Phil shoved Dan’s lower torso clothes down, along with his own. His dick was throbbing and aching, ready for penetration. Dan’s tiny hole was in sight, obviously not ready for Phil’s size, but Phil didn’t care as he shoved himself in Dan without warning or preparation. Dan literally screamed as he felt his skin tear. “Phi-Phil please. Use… Lube…”
“I don’t need lube.” Phil said as his right hand wandered to Dan’s cock and grabbed it tightly at the shaft. Dick sitting idly in Dan, Phil twisted and pushed his hand up Dan over and over again. While giving the hand job he licked up and down Dan’s spine as far as he could go without taking his dick out. In nearly five minutes, Dan came into Phil’s hand. Phil had made sure to catch it all. Dan was ready to rest after the handjob and kisses alone. However, Phil pulled out of Dan and lathered the cum on his own dick. Completely moist, he pushed back into his boyfriend, despite him clearly being done.

“Ah ah Phil~”

Dan moaned as Phil gave absolutely no mercy to him as he thrusted in and out as hard as he could. Dan was done, he’d already ejaculated from stimulation. His body began to ache as Phil went in and out, in and out. Dan’s erection was probably the hardest it’s ever been, despite him needing to stop the sex.

“Phil~ please, st-stop. It hurrrts.”

Phil didn’t reply as he kept going. Almost impossibly, he went faster and harder. His body moved quicker and rougher, smacking onto Dan’s raw flesh each time he pushed in. He came inside Dan, who was almost too weak to hold himself up.

“Clench it all. If you let it spill I swear you won’t see the end of this.”
“Phil.. I-i can’t. I’m-I-im too sore, Phil. Please.”
“No, Dan hold it all in.”
“B-but I can’t!” Dan said, as he couldn’t hold longer and let all of the substance slide out of him.
“DAN I TOLD YOU NOT TO LET ANYTHING FALL OUT.”
“PHIL I COULDN’T, please it’s not my fault you overworked me. My body is so sore.”
“NOT SORE ENOUGH, I SAID YOU WOULDN’T SEE THE END OF THIS AND YOU WON’T” Phil’s mind told him to grab the pen that was on the glass coffee table and stab Dan’s eyeball. Phil didn’t want to. A part of him knew he shouldn’t, yet he was awakened from his thoughts once Dan screamed in absolute pain, worse than before. Phil blinked and realized his hand was around the pen in Dan’s eyeball. He pulled the pen out, tearing the eye from its socket and out in the open. Phil felt every single vein, artery, and tissue be torn apart, be crumpled under the pen when it pierced through and pulled the eye out. He dropped it on the floor.

“OH MY GOD DAN”
“Phil.. Wh-why?”
“You know what, Dan? I told you. I warned you this would happen. You brought this upon yourself and now you’re to blame.” Phil told Dan this in a tone that made Dan actually feel guilt, as if it was his fault.

“Ph-Phil I.”

Phil punched Dan in the stomach and then pushed him down onto the floor. His foot hit the edge of the backpack Dan had set on the table. The eye socket had turned an achey blueish purple and began to swell. You could see where exactly it had been torn, and your finger could circle around where the eyeball used to lay. Blood poured out of the socket in massive streams all over Dan’s face and cheek. Phil’s finger caressed Dan’s bloody face. He massaged it softly with his fingers, almost feeling bad. Almost.

Phil pushed his lips to Dan’s and then punched him again in the ribs. Dan cried out in pain as he heard a sickening crack come from his side. He felt a few ribs inside of him break, be torn apart. His guts felt like they were being penetrated, as if the bones had shattered inside of him and dug into various organs and such near the rib cage and diaphragm.

“Stop making noise, Jamesy. Only pleasure.” Phil told the man under him. Phil stripped Dan of all his clothes. He then got naked himself, still having a raging boner. Quickly Phil ran to his room and got the whips he had been saving for their anniversary. Dan used his hands to feel around his ribs, checking to see if they were broken. He winced, once his finger pressed on the spot where bone was broken, but he saw through his remaining eye that Phil was approaching.

“I heard that.” Phil told Dan menacingly. He cracked the whip in the air and then smacked it down as hard as he could on Dan. The younger man yelled in pain when he was hit, quickly regretting making the noise when Phil struck him 10 more times on his ribs. Dan could quickly feel his stomach’s skin cut and scratch, and soon bleed. His epidermis layers tore filling Dan with much pain. Phil kept going, moaning and laughing every now and then. He stopped soon enough however, partially to let Dan settle but mainly so that he could empty the contents in the backpack next to him. All the items spilled out of it and onto Dan’s freshly cut skin, which made the man almost shriek from the further irritation. His eye had begun to clot and Dan reached up to feel if the eyeball was truly gone from the socket. Sure he couldn’t see from that region, but surely Phil wouldn’t remove his eyeball, he thought wrong.

“DID I SAY YOU COULD MOVE YOUR HAND?” Phil yelled at Dan.
Part of Dan wanted to reply sarcastically with, “you never told me I couldn’t” but he knew there would be extremely painful consequences in that situation. Dan pulled his hand down instead but didn’t reply.
“I ASKED YOU A QUESTION AND I EXPECT YOU TO ANSWER.” Phil lashed Dan’s neck with the whip, not only causing great pain but also blocking Dan from breathing in that minute. Suddenly, breathing became a difficult task for him.
“Oh, poor baby can’t breathe now. I suspect you couldn’t talk either. What’s the point of being able to talk if you won’t use it, huh D-slice? How about I just make sure you can’t talk for sure?” He walked to the kitchen to open the drawer that held the shears that are to be used for cutting chicken. Shears in hand, he walked to his boyfriend and cut off his tongue. The loose tongue flinched for a second once it was disconnected and flopped onto the floor. Dan’s mouth filled with the usual soothing taste of blood, but nothing about his situation was soothing. Phil then used the edge of the scissor to make an incision on Dan’s neck. He pushed his finger through the cut and into Dan’s neck, grabbing Dan’s vocal cords and ripping them out. The sound alone of them breaking was enough to make Dan queasy, however he got the pain with it also, feeling every layer of cartilage and tissue connected to the vocal cords snap inside his neck. He felt no different after the harsh pain from it had subsided. He couldn’t breathe nearly as easily but he was still alive. Dan opened his mouth in an attempt to see if his vocal cords were really gone, and no intelligible noise came through. Dan did in fact feel the empty vibration in his throat when he tried.

Dan’s pink and bloody vocal cords in hand, Phil pushed the gloop of them to his face. His tongue extended out to caress them, in front of Dan’s face. He put the edge of one inside his mouth and slurped them as if they were spaghetti and he was Papyrus. You could hear him gag when they passed through his throat, the sound of the contractions in his trachea as they passed through, slimy and moist. Phil moaned in Dan’s ear, his fingers pushing around in Dan’s mouth. He pushed his fingers behind where the tongue used to be, feeling the uvula as Dan gagged. Phil tugged at it and then used his nail to dig into the tonsils on the side of it. He pulled his hand out of the mouth as Dan began to cough and nearly choke on his saliva. His mouth was bleeding in bigger amounts now, this time an added source of flow being his tonsils. Phil cackled at Dan’s misery, the younger man spitting out blood and letting it spill from his mouth to the floor.

Phil looked down back to Dan’s chest and pushed the various objects off him, while the younger man lifted his neck so that he would not choke on the blood from his mouth as he was laid down. Perhaps choking would have been a better choice for Dan as Phil then grabbed the large watermelon knife from the kitchen and walked back to Dan. He laid the knife on the floor next to him as he grabbed the back pack and started tugging at himself so that he would come inside of the backpack. Once he did, he tug at Dan also, mixing his cum into the bag also. Dan squeezed his eye shut as much as he could then, careful not to breathe roughly and cause pain to his broken rib cage. Blood spilled from his mouth in spiller amounts still, and Phil caught the remaining liquids in the back pack. Phil used his knife now to cut Dan’s dominant left hand off. The younger opened his mouth in the pain he was experiencing, trying to scream and have someone hear he was in trouble. Dan didn’t want to think it would get worse, but obviously he wasn’t watching Phil who was collecting the blood from his hand in the backpack. Phil even grabbed the hand and caressed Dan with it.

“Dan, get in the backpack.”
Dan opened his eye to look at Phil, but didn’t budge.
“I SAID, get in the backpack.”

Dan looked down to see the backpack that had been filled with semen and blood. He knew he wouldn’t fit but he stood up to his best ability and stepped in it. The pool inside it threatened to spill out as Dan began to crouch, despite the immense pain he was in, in the back pack.

Dan began to wheeze realizing that he wouldn’t be able to fit. He looked to Phil with the best plea-face he could muster. Breathing was getting better but it was still difficult for him.
“Yeah you’re right. You won’t fit. Let’s make you fit.”

Phil lifted Dan out of the backpack with his hands under Dan’s armpits. Dan would’ve bawled at the pain he was feeling due to his ribs being touched, but his left eye duct had been pulled away with the eyeball. Some tears did fall out of his remaining eye however, and fell from his sunken face onto Phil’s shoulder. The other man was too absorbed to notice because he had laid Dan back down onto the floor and got the watermelon knife again. Dan saw him reach for the knife and moved his leg to push Phil’s arm. He realized the big mistake he had made once Phil punched him in the ribs again, crushing some more in he cage. The “sunshine”, as everyone called him, reached for the backpack again and chopped at Dan’s upper thigh. The bone was horribly difficult to cut at the leg, so Phil got the hammer from his tool case and kept smashing at Dan’s bones once the flesh and skin around them had been cut off. The bones shattered at where Phil had been hitting and Phil pulled two human legs away from its previous body. He pushed the backpack to where the legs used to be in an attempt to collect the blood that had been spilling. He left it there gathering the blood that flowed out in tremendous amounts. Phil threw the legs across the room using his strength and looked back to see Dan in a fantastic shape. Dan’s face was pale and he looked like he was in utter pain. He felt horribly nauseous also, and could tell he was bleeding internally where his ribs were. Slowly from the immense pain he was feeling, Dan felt himself drift away from the cruel world he was in. His eyes shut closed as he heard Phil laugh, but saw a face flash at him in an utter apologetic look.


*


Dan awoke with the sunlight in his eyes. He truly felt sore all over. For some reason he felt a sharp pain when he sighed, knowing he’d have to wake up fully and get out of bed. He stayed still for a second, figuring out that the only thing on his agenda for today is his YouNow liveshow much later today, as it was Tuesday. He opened his eyes. No, wait. He wasn’t closing his other eye. He couldn’t see out of his left eye. Why not? Why couldn’t he see out of his left eye?

Dan’s memory of the previous day flowed through his mind. He couldn’t see out of the eye because there was no eye. He looked down to see if his legs were truly gone, instead of even seeing his torso, he saw a backpack. Still warm, crusty liquid flowed around Dan’s actual torso inside the backpack. He tried to wriggle his nonexistent arms. They were gone to.

“Ahh, you’re awake.” Phil told Dan from the couch. He walked up to the backpack housing Dan. The younger was inside it, in the liquids and zipped up so that his head only peaked out from the top. Dan felt so sore in the pack. He gave Phil a look of plea, to stop whatever he was going to next do. Dan no longer had limbs whatsoever and all he could see was from the perspective of a backpack.

“How do you like your new home, Jamesy?”
Dan shook his head.

Phil didn’t say anything back. Instead he walked over to Dan in the backpack. He picked up the heavy knapsack and put it over his shoulders.

Dan shook his body very hard, trying to wriggle away from Phil somehow. His torso bounced around the edges of the backpack, his rib cage getting hit. To Dan, it felt like a pro wrestler was punching his sides, while at the same time, a taloned bird was clawing at the walls and flesh of his inside. Occasionally the “bird” would dig his beak into Dan’s organs, sending a hole new wave of hurt through Howell.
“And what do you think you are going to be able to do, moving around?”, said Phil sarcastically.

Dan had truly been defeated. Phil threw the backpack across the room, sending Dan to hit his head on the wall. His head started bleeding harshly and he had a massive migraine now. Phil picked up Dan’s limbs and taunted Dan with them.

“So do you miss these?”

Dan didn’t show any emotion.

“I said, DID YOU MISS THESE?”
Dan nodded, unable to physically speak. His thoughts however, were running all over the place. They were limited, as the little left of his body wanted to shrivel up and turn to ash to soothe itself, never able to accomplish escaping from its fiery and hellish confinements of utter pain and torture, caused by the man who once treated it all right, made everything better.
“Good. You know what I miss?”
Dan gave Phil a puzzled look, careful not to express his evident pain.
“That pretty little dick of yours. Isn’t it lonely in there? I can take care of it for you, BUT OF COURSE YOU COULDN’T TAKE CARE OF MINE.”

Phil pushed the backpack down flat onto the floor. He grab the blood-crusted watermelon knife from the floor and unzipped the backpack, letting Dan’s head and torso free from its encasing. Not like Dan could move anyhow, but he was now free from the mixture inside. Phil grabbed hold of Dan’s dick. He put it in his mouth and bobbed his head up and down from the shaft, deep throating it greatly. He guided his hands up and down it at the same time, feeling the penis’ tissue fill with blood and become erect. Dan’s body shook in some degree of pleasure, despite the short happiness from his torturer.

“Oh yes. Ooh oh yes, Daniel Danny yes mmm ah baby ah.” Phil expressed his feelings verbally.

Dan’s mind wanted to moan loud enough for the Queen of England to hear. Of course, he couldn’t. Absorbed in the moment, Dan forgot his pain in his ribs or the fact that he no longer had any limbs and was now just a torso and head.

“Oh yes baby, thank you” The vibrations of Phil’s vocal cords around Dan’s dick sent a good sensation up Dan’s body. He shivered and pushed his hips up further in Phil’s mouth.

Phil continued to suck and nibble delectably up and down Dan’s length. Dan’s breaths turned to pants as dick got painfully hard, reminding him of the recurring pain from his still broken ribs. He remembered the gruesome look of his tongue flopping around once separated from his body, spreading blood everywhere. The deep gashes from the whip lay on his stomach too. Once Phil realized Dan had faltered to express pleasure in his facial expressions, he took the knife and stabbed Dan’s right testicle.

Dan made a gargling noise. He didn’t want more pain. Hell, he didn’t want any more handjobs or blowjobs ever. More than anything right now, he either wanted to call an ambulance and get the shit away from Phil or die. Either would suffice, although the latter option seemed optimal. In that way, he’d never have to endure this again.

“DON’T YOU DARE MAKE NOISE” Phil yelled at Dan. The knife dragged into Dan’s penis and cut it and the balls off together. It felt as if someone had just tore it off with their bare hands, breaking the skin and all the layers of cartilage and muscle under and on it. Blood flowed from it, but the panting Phil no longer rushed to collect the substance. Instead he licked the bleeding crotch, setting the dick aside for later. This began to sting and irritate Dan. He gargled once again unintentionally, in pain, forgetting Phil’s warn of not making noise at all. Infuriated, Phil grabbed the backpack. He ripped the Mikasa key chain from it. Detailed with full maneuver gear and blades, he shoved the Mikasa up Dan’s ass. The sharp blades cut all along the inside of Dan’s hole as Phil pushed it up even further. Her large head pushed against him also, forcing the very raw skin to expand around it, causing extreme pain. Dan wanted to shriek as Phil pushed it up a tiny bit more, but then used his finger to twist it and pull it back down, scraping all along inside the opening.

“Do you like that, Dan? Hmm? Haven’t you always said you wouldn’t mind banging with Mikasa? You didn’t expect it to be like this, did you?”
Dan didn’t reply, although he couldn’t have anyways, verbally at least.
“ANSWER ME”
He hesitated but shook his head anyways.
“You know what Dan? Go fuck yourself.”

Phil twisted the Mikasa in Dan once again before getting up to make some pancakes. He started for the kitchen, but then turned around.

“Better yet, you will fuck yourself.” Phil ran back to the horrified Dan, his dick flopping around. He grabbed the cut dick from the floor and brought it to Dan’s ass hole. He picked it back up to his own face and licked it seductively in front of Dan’s face, lathering it with his saliva. He then turned and shoved it up Dan’s extremely aching hole, pushing the Mikasa up even further inside of him, scratching all along his walls. Phil pushed Dan’s dick up Dan’s hole, pulling it out and pushing it back in over and over again. He let the balls smack Dan when the penis was roughly pushed in. Eventually Dan’s body began to shake violently and Phil’s arm got tired of pushing it in and out.

“Oh Daniel~… I’m tired of this all. What about you?”
No movement or facial expressions.
“Danny boy, would you like to go back in he back pack?”
No reply.
“What’s the point of talking to you, baby if you don’t reply when I answer. I don’t want you to talk, not even make noise. I want you to suffer, Daniel. I want you to sit with me in the backpack all day, as I take you around. How would you like that? Let’s go outside soon shall we?” Phil said finally to Dan. He used his hands to pull apart Dan’s rib cage, laughing at the cracking noise. He then smacked Dan’s face and put him in the back pack once again. Phil walked off to his room and got dressed. Dan was about to pass out once again from pain when Phil walked back to him.

“Oh no, you’re not going unconscious again. He kissed Dan’s lips and breathed into the younger boy’s mouth. Phil slapped his face next. He then stared at his beautiful chocolatey-hazel brown eyes before shoving his head down in the back pack and zipping it up. Phil remembered people do need to breathe so he took then pen he used to take out Dan’s eye with and stabbed the pack, not caring where he hit. Dan’s body shook violently in the pack, now able to breathe, but it had been stabbed in the rib cage by the pen. He tried his best not to cause more pain for himself in the very tight confinement he was in while Phil put on his shoes and then picked up the knapsack that held Dan. He put it over his shoulders and grabbed some money, his phone, and the flat keys. Dan, from inside the bag, started to feel motion sickness from being tossed about in the bag, carried on the back of his torturer. He felt a difference in air quality, signaling he was outside now. More than anything, Dan wanted to scream for help while he was still alive, but he couldn’t.

Phil walked about, touring the city at mid day. Eventually he made his way to a shadier part of London, and turned onto an alley way. It was about 7pm now, as he’d been walking about with Dan on his back for two hours. The younger man had drifted into sleep about an hour before.

In the alley Phil met a suspicious looking man.

"Hey, you there with the big lumpy backpack! Want drugs? I got everything here; cocaine, marijuana, ecstasy, cloud 9, hashish, heroin, opium, mdma, lsd, steroids, alcohol even, nicotine, and cigarettes if you don’t feel like runnin to the store.”
“Got guns?”
“Oh yeahhh, of course. What you want? I got-”
“Gimme the cheapest handheld gun you got. I only need one bullet.”, Phil told the man.
“That’s it? Just one ey? You want drugs with that? I’ll give you a real good discount, 14 grams of-”
“No, I don’t want anything else. Just the gun.”

Phil paid the large sum of money to the man. He tucked he gun in his underwear, as if he just had a raging boner and wasn’t holding a weapon there. He walked out the alley and spent an hour walking back towards the flat. He turned into another alleyway once he was about 20 minutes away from home. Phil walked behind a dumpster and swung the backpack over his shoulder. He shook it, not caring if he hurt the Daniel inside.

“Hey man, wake up. D-slice… C'mon. Wake up.” Phil shook the man in the bag, getting him to wake up. He opened his eyes and looked at Phil.

“Good. I just wanted you to be awake for this.” Phil didn’t zip the bag fully closed after he slung the bag back over his shoulder. His hands went into his pants, making sure the gun was secure in there. Once he heard the bus approach the near by bus stop, he broke into a run towards it. Instead of going on the bus however, he waited for it to start driving away. He threw his backpack at the full speed bus and ran once he heard the sound of gargling, a loud thump, and then cracking as the bag hit the concrete road. Out of the corner of his eye, Phil saw red spilling onto the pavement. He didn’t care. He ran to the flat and started Dan’s livestream as it was 9 o'clock.

“Hey guys!” Phil said to the camera. The chat blew up with “Phil” “phillyyyyy” “hi!” “Where’s Dan” and such.

“Dan’s not gonna be here for the stream, even though it is his stream. Instead I wanted to show you guys something because he couldn’t be here.” Phil’s hand reached into his pants. He pulled the gun out, as it wasn’t in view. He waited for more people to join he livestream and once he figured there was enough people watching, one finger pulled the trigger on by his head and the other ended the stream.

Blood spilled onto the carpet where the backpack used to lay idle.

100 reasons to love Philip Michael Lester

Dan’s appreciation post

I’d like 2017 to be the year we really show our appreciation, and honestly there are so many reasons to love him and who said showing a little extra love and appreciation would be a bad thing? So I present to you, 100 reasons to love Philip Michael Lester a.k.a. @amazingphil! Don’t hesitate to add to the list!

  1. His name is literally my aesthetic, as is everything about him!
  2. He is British and can do more than one British accent (Surrey and Northern, specifically. Yes, Britain has loads of different accents.)
  3. As a certain someone once said, his eyes are so beautiful “you could go swimming in them”…
  4. …however according to said person, they are also “green, blue and yellow”.
  5. He looks equally handsome with black, dark blue and ginger/brownish hair.
  6. His name means ‘lover of horses’, yet in typical Phil-fashion he happens to have a fear of horses instead.
  7. Most of the time looks like the softest angel bean…
  8. …however the rest of the time he is devilishly handsome and makes ovaries explode (sorry about the last bit, it had to be said).
  9. His laugh is better than the sweetest symphony…
  10. …and his smile is brighter than the sun.
  11. Those cheekbones… I can’t even…
  12. He loves anime and is a massive weeaboo *falls even more in love*.
  13. He always knows what to say to brighten up anyone’s day.
  14. He is the sweetest, most charming, most charismatic person I could ever hope to meet.
  15. He loves animals and dogs, which makes him an even better person (which I didn’t think was possible).
  16. He’s really fucking intelligent…
  17. …and he doesn’t need two university degrees to prove it (although he has those as well)…
  18. …not to mention he’s pretty damn wise, with some of the best philosophies I’ve ever heard (PHILosophies! Ha, ha… I’ll let myself out).
  19. He actually makes an effort, and a huge one at that, to engage with his audience, unlike many YouTubers out there.
  20. He has common sense. Might not sound like a good reason, but honestly, I’ve learned the hard way that many people out there have no fucking clue about anything in life so I’ve come to appreciate those who do a hell of a lot more.
  21. His compassion, love and care meters are somewhere around the ∞ level.
  22. He has a great sense of humour, and that’s not as easy to come by as it might sound.
  23. He’s been doing YouTube for over a decade now! He’s literally a dinosaur, but an immortal dinosaur.
  24. Y’all, I’m starting to wonder if he’s a vampire. Perfect pale skin, hella fine teeth and he literally hasn’t aged.
  25. He’s unapologetic in his quirkiness.
  26. ‘Self-confidence’ is his middle name.
  27. His origin story… oh my god. A fucking cereal box? Why haven’t Marvel or DC requested permission to release Phil Striker merch, comics and movies?!
  28. He’s too damn patient and I love it so much it almost annoys me.
  29. He’s always willing to listen to others, which is a skill may people never learn and suffer for it.
  30. Y’all know that his best friend is the memelord, Daniel James Howell.
  31. They’re polar opposites but at the same time they couldn’t be more alike.
  32. They’ve done so much together, I can’t even right now…
  33. Like, can you say that you’ve made a game with your BFFL?
  34. Can you say that the two of you have released a chart-topping single (The Internet Is Here)?
  35. That you’ve written two books together that are full of all-round goodness?
  36. Done a BBC Radio 1 show together?
  37. Made a mobile game together?
  38. Written a script for a full-scale, high-budget stage show together?
  39. Taken that stage show around the world and met so many of your fans together?
  40. Made said stage show into two movies together?
  41. Didn’t think so. There are tons more, but I don’t wanna be here a month later still writing them and miss out on their uploads, so let’s all agree that they’ve done so many things throughout their history.
  42. They got PewDiePie himself calling them YouTube’s Power Duo. That’s like being fucking knighted by the king or queen!
  43. People say that a friendship that can last seven years can last a lifetime. Guess how long they’ve been friends? SEVEN YEARS, five of which they’ve been living together!
  44. I mean, literally every justgirlythings post about friendship can apply to them. #friendshipgoals
  45. He’s a giant. He’s 6 feet tall. No explanation needed.
  46. He looks hot with and without glasses…
  47. …well, he looks hot all the time and it’s not fair.
  48. He’s always made an effort to keep things friendly for people of all backgrounds and ages…
  49. …yet he still remains true to who he is and what he makes.
  50. Clickbait on his channel? Nuh-uh, bitch.
  51. I’ve just realised that he made me swear more in this one than in the one I wrote for Dan, which is kind of ironic but it makes me love him even more so fuck it, I’m writing it down.
  52. ‘Sell-out?’ Who is she, I don’t know her.
  53. He really appreciates us and everyone around him. I’m love.
  54. He’s won awards, including his own one at the first BONCAs, Creator of the Year.
  55. His acceptance speech was really inspiring and also remained classically ‘him’.
  56. “I’ve spent the majority of 2016 with another person, Dan Howell… so I think it’s only fair that he comes up here and shares this award with me.”
  57. “What would happen if we did go further apart?” “I think the universe would rip in half, let’s not try that.”
  58. My point? If Phil isn’t selfless then selfless doesn’t exist.
  59. His accidental and not-so-accidental (because come on, not all of them can be accidents) innuendos.
  60. He’s inspired art and creativity in people who otherwise would have no way to express it.
  61. He’s inspired people to keep on going and persevering with life, and in doing so has saved millions of lives…
  62. …not to mention he’s done it in a new and different way to what would normally be expected of life-savers (making videos)…
  63. …so you heard it here guys: he is officially a pioneer AND a hero.
  64. His voice is really relaxing to listen to.
  65. He is an innocent angel who must be protected…
  66. …but we all know that secretly he is a dirty-minded, flirtatious lil’ devil.
  67. Charities must love him because boy, has he given them a lot of money.
  68. He is an extremely hard-worker and he doesn’t procrastinate (not to say procrastination’s a bad thing, but as someone who does it constantly I can tell you it’s not fun).
  69. He’s loads of fun at parties, from what we can tell. Who doesn’t love a party animal?
  70. He directly avoids drama. God bless him (because God sure as hell ain’t blessing me).
  71. He has never said a harsh word to or harmed anyone or anything in any way.
  72. Bless his gentle soul in general.
  73. He’s loyal and honest - loyalty and honesty are something we need more of.
  74. Arrogance? Never heard of her.
  75. He’s not afraid to admit to his mistakes and imperfections (I mean I think he’s as close to perfect as you can get, but his willingness to show his faults makes him even better).
  76. He is talented, people. Want me to spell it out? T-A-L-E-N-T-E-D.
  77. His sympathy and kindness levels are… actually, I was gonna say through the roof, but I’m looking now and not even aeroplanes can see them, they’re so high.
  78. Why am I so sassy in this post when it’s Phil, not Dan, we’re talking about? Eh, I’ll take it, and I love it too.
  79. Come to think of it, he can actually be pretty sassy when he wants to be.
  80. He’s seen and learned so much over the years, all of which he’s been willing to share with us and teach us.
  81. He’s also been through a lot, y’know. His best friend from university died, yet he remains happy and optimistic because he knows his friend would want him to be.
  82. The above point is the literal definition of ‘courage’, which is him in a nutshell.
  83. Actually you can’t fit him into a nutshell because he’s so complex and infinite.
  84. I can never decide whether he’s the sun (bright; giving and inspiring life)…
  85. …or the moon (mysterious; always watching over the world) but either works, I guess.
  86. He’s so accepting of diversity and variety, it’s amazing (puns for days).
  87. “You know what I say? You should never make fun of something a person can’t change about himself”…
  88. …but what makes it funny is that he goes on to make fun of Dan for having deep dimples, which is something he can’t change about himself (something Dan points out).
  89. Honestly the banter and domestic moments between him and his buddy are just really cute, so fuck it, I’m writing it down.
  90. He deserves so much, you cannot comprehend it, but he never asks us or anyone else for anything.
  91. He is really trusting of those around him, and in turn he is really trustworthy.
  92. He’s literally psychic:
  93. …”Some guy is gonna come into my life, an energetic warrior. He has a hasty personality and is really quick to love or hate.”
  94. …”I wish for pandas to mate and increase in population.” “My panda wish came true!”
  95. Bonus points for making his wish be saving the pandas. You can’t not love him for that.
  96. He’s grown really thick thicc (metaphorical) skin and is as immune to negativity as you can get.
  97. His music taste is… *nodding* yes.
  98. Nerd galore, people! I love it!
  99. His moral compass is on point (geddit?).
  100. He is the purest man alive and he has done so much for me personally and many others out there. Thank you for existing, Phil, and always remain true to yourself, as you have taught us to do.
  101. Come on, 100 reasons is not nearly enough. There are an infinite number of reasons to love him, but everything has a start or beginning.
What Happened at the Airport

Summary: Quick fic of what happened at the airport after Dan and Phil missed their flight to LA, based on the story they told at Vidcon. 

Excerpt; Dan kissed back, tears still falling. He felt Phil’s arms wrap around him and he hugged him tightly back. They didn’t need to speak to know how the other was feeling. They could feel their sadness, their guilt, their disbelief through their embrace. They continued kissing, and continued sobbing, their cheeks becoming wet with each other’s tears.

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Sadness & Crying (but lots of comfort and happy ending)

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anonymous asked:

so there was this one where dan was known for being more dominant in the relationship but phil actually tops in bed. i think it mIGHT have included a bit of punk!dan with his friends. i know there are a few fics like this sorry to be un specific :/

Stereotypes (ao3) - In their relationship, everyone expected Dan to be the dominant one. He was taller than his boyfriend, obviously stronger, and was prepared to fight anyone who so much looked at Phil weirdly. Phil wasn’t. Phil was soft, gentle, nice to everyone, and angelic.

maybe this one?

- Sam