physical phil

Dan and Phil released a whole album and gaming video in one

Dabbers EP (full Album)                                     

A Christmas Nightmare- 0:56

Strummin solo (acoustic live)- 2:37                                 

Top of the Pot- 4:37                                                 

Couples Toilets (sample version)- 4:57                          

Ode to Ava- 7:14                                                            

Top of the Pot (reprise)- 7:37                                        

Tinky Tink- 8:26                                                    

Tantrum of the opera- 10:06                                    

Welcome to the …. lab- 10:29                                  

Welcome to the …. future- 13:27                               

Freaky FreezeRay- 16:40                                        

Analyze me- 18:37

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYi6MQ-NvIE&google_comment_id=z12pv3gaomqlibt3q221x32qowy4sxtx204

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how long did this take you

You’re Next to Me in My Life

Rating: K+
Warnings: really fucking sad, dementia, alzheimer’s disease, NO character death dw
Length: 2333 words
Status: completed

Summary: sometimes phil forgets things, but dan is always there to remind him of their life together and how far they’ve come. 

AN: You can all blame @pretentiousdan for this one i want to fucking cry. also if there are any mistakes i’m sorry, i could only proofread it once. have fun lmao

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You said you’d grow old with me.

I finally broke out of the trance that is my dash to touch it up enough for posting.(though,I can’t promise that it’ll be free from error and the alternative is a more likely occurrence),ANYWAY;Thank you to @snowbunnylester for looking this over and being so kind and encouraging <3 (i love you :) you’re the best) This isn’t much but i hope whoever reads it enjoys :)


Phil’s hand was thinner. 

Fingers more spindly, the bone prominent under the pale expanse as it stretched over it like a soft blanket. His hands had always been soft and they still were,softer and almost whiter then the cold sheets they rested on. 

Dan scrunched his nose in dismay, The feeling coiling deep in his stomach and clogging his throat. He wondered if he had ever despised the overly clean smell of the hospital room and antiseptics like this before.
The scent of it clung to Phil like an unwanted guest.Phil who had always smelt of raspberries, or some other fruity body wash. His choices were mostly sweet and heartwarming making Dan smile as he wondered how a vanilla-honeysuckle shampoo or an apple scented soap bar had somehow made its way to their bathroom cabinet. He wasn’t supposed to smell like chemicals and the premonition of something terrible. He just wasn’t.

Dan blinked away the glossy haze of moisture over his eyes as he played with Phil’s fingers lightly. Lifting them gently and laying them down, moving his thumb down the ridges and slipping his palm down till it engulfed the smaller hand. The minuscule size difference was more visible now. Cheeks more hollow, making Phil’s striking jaw line and cheekbones even more prominent.
It struck fear in Dan’s heart. 

A dread he was used to feeling on late existential nights when he would just sit staring wide eyed at Phil’s sleeping form wondering how much more longer he would get to see it. On those nights he’d stay up till the sun would invade the spaces in their blinds and turn his brown eyes golden and his body would drop from it’s awkward lean on the headboard into Phil’s side like it had no energy left to hold it up. He’d curl up under his arm, breathing and breathing and holding so tight he was afraid of leaving marks. Phil only held him closer, a kind, affectionate hand running through his curls.

I’m here.

(His silence would say.)

 Today it felt the same, just infinitesimally intensified, magnified. Terribly, horribly real. Phil was not in their bed, pale skin hue-ing golden in the morning sun beams,a bit of drool on his parted pink lips. No. He was monochrome and lifeless, like a science experiment set out for the doctors, for fate to play with under the fluorescent lights. 

His hold on the limp hand tightened, mostly to comfort himself. Ground himself, because for now, Phil wasn’t able to hold him back.

He’s here.
He’s okay.

(Not dead doesn’t mean okay.)

A tiny unwanted voice supplied in his head and Dan shuddered.


The limb gripped firmly under his fingers twitched. Dan tilted his tired sleep deprived head up to see familiar blue eyes staring, half-lidded.

He was awake. Barely, but awake.

Phil gave a small smile. It was a mere tiny lift in the corner of his mouth and it was the most beautiful sight Dan had seen all week.

Dan knew it was all he could manage to do as he replied with the same gesture. It was accompanied by a small sniff, tears automatically filling in his eyes and blurring his vision.

He hated how weak he was then. Hated how much he relied on Phil for once.
Phil was his go to source of comfort and it was a Pavlovian response by now to breakdown in front of him when the darkness clutching his heart became too much to face alone. Phil had built that trust in him very early on and had accepted all of him whole heatedly. Walls down and wounds exposed. Had given a shoulder to cry on and validated his feelings even when Dan himself was convinced he was being over dramatic.

Phil was his light house and now he was lost in the sea trying to swim towards the faint traces of the fading remains that he could detect.

Fingers twitched up under his, a prolonged tremor punctuating their movement and Dan understood. Phil wanted to squeeze Dan’s hand back. Comfort him somehow. Dan knew in the way he used all his energy, straining to keep his eyes from closing again, that barely present smile forced into it’s position like a soldier braving a storm.
Always, always so giving even when he couldn’t even keep his consciousness for more then a minute and Dan was the fucking bastard who cried.
Selfish.
So goddamn selfish.
Fuck.

He inhaled harshly, the sound raspy and wet as he tried to keep the tears at bay. Phil watched him helplessly, shoulders stiff in the effort to stay awake. He wanted to wrap Dan up in his arms more then he wanted to breathe and Dan could tell with one look.

Dan also knew how staying conscious was a miracle by now and moving a fool’s dream.

‘I’m okay. I’m okay you spoon. Just being a bit over emotional.’ 

He forced a smile, pushing softly onto Phil’s shoulders in a silent plea for him to relax. He tried and made that dimple pop, tried to look convincing. It’ll have to do for now, Phil. He considered, knowing how easily his boyfriend could see through him. Running a hand through Phil’s bed head quiff he placed a small kiss on his forehead.

Phil’s posture relaxed slightly. Dan would count it a win.

‘Rest. Please. I’ll be okay.’
He whispered palm placed gently on a scarily hollow cheek.
The lines beside Phil’s eyes strained. He blinked as if exposed to harsh lights. Eyes falling shut then slowly toiling open.Dan kissed his eyelid, thumb making circles on his cheek bone. Failing to keep up with his physical struggle any longer Phil drifted. Soft golden lashes falling and meeting the rings of dark circles below.His body almost melting into the sheets.

But bless him, Dan could feel his hand twitch in his again.
I know.
I know.
You’re here.

He sat back in the uncomfortable plastic chair lifting up Phil’s hand to his lips. Pressing them into the soft, cold skin as silent tears dripped onto his jeans.

and I promise i won’t stop fighting to keep it that way.

ASs

A/N: lmao i wrote something bc school has started and im inactive af and i dont want to lose my audience enjoy. also idk what to title this it’s so ??? drabblish 

Summary: dan sees a picture of phil he had no intention of seeing and it ruins his life in a positive way. also punk/pastel trope bc im dead inside. this isn’t meant to be a true testimony to my writing capabilities in case you realize how sloppy it is 

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Somebody Else - D.H.

Pairing: Dan x reader

Summary: based off the song Somebody Else by The 1975, a generally sad imagine where Dan and reader are in love but can’t be together for various reasons,, what happens next? read to find out ((idk why i made this sound like a bad movie trailer i’m sorry))

Requested: no

Warnings: slight angst, so many time jumps (i’m actually sorry about how much it jumps around)

A/N: hi hi hi i’d like to apologize for being the absolute worst account owner and writer as i haven’t posted a new imagine in over a month… to anyone who’s requested something, i’m so so sorry it’s taking so long. as a late kinda easter gift please enjoy this imagine which came from me being kinda down & also expect more imagines sometime soon!

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prologue thing idk:

I can’t give you my soul cause we’re never alone.

“If we love each other [Y/N],” he started as the two of you lay cuddling on the couch.

You interrupted him, knowing where he was about to go, “I can’t… We’ve had this conversation a million times Dan please, I can’t be with you like that, you know why, I’m sorry.”

“[Y/N] please, look, I get it, I really do-”

You cut him off again, “But it doesn’t seem like you do, Dan… I love you, but I just can’t because of what you do.”

“I know, I know that you don’t like that a lot of my life is on the internet but I could keep you away from it, I know I could.”

“It’s inevitable Dan, the second you mention that you’re dating someone it’ll only be a matter of time before your followers find any of my accounts online,” you smile just a little, “People on the internet, especially yours and Phil’s followers, are like mini-detectives most of the time.”

Dan let out a sigh before you continued, “We’d never truly be able to be alone with our relationship. It’s not fair of me to only be apart of half of your life; I can’t date Dan Howell without also dating danisnotonfire. You need to find someone who can be with all of you,” your heart breaks a little as you say it but let the words hang in the air.

He’s silent for a little while, the two of you just staring at one another on the couch.

“I love you,” he mutters out weakly, reaching to pull you back into his chest.

Your voice shakes as you wrap your arms around him, “I love you too.”

The words mean too much, more than if you had said them to Phil, or to a friend. Hours later you’re still silently sat intertwined with one another, simply co-existing next to the love of your life but being unable to be with one another in the way both of you secretly wanted; Dan outwardly and you in denial of it, too afraid of what ifs to take a leap in the right direction. Playing this open-ended game of dating without a label, because a label made it serious; made it real.

a few months later:

Our love has gone cold you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else.

It had been a few months since you and Dan had talked and things were very suddenly spiraling in a direction you didn’t want them to.

You had encouraged, no, you had suggested that he find somebody else but you hadn’t anticipated how much it would hurt.

Slowly, he had begun to pull away from you and it hadn’t become increasingly apparent, until now.

You’d come over this afternoon to visit your two best friends, fully expecting everything to be normal.

Phil had given you a hug on the way in, asking you about your week and how work was. Dan, however, had simply said hello, smiling before making his way to his bedroom, muttering something about editing a video.

Phil furrowed his eyebrows at his behaviour as your heart shattered. You knew it wasn’t fair to expect Dan to keep waiting for you; the two of you had been playing that game for nearly 6 months and it wasn’t at all reasonable of you to want him to wait for someone who just kept rejecting him. 

You just shake your head at your confused friend, “I’ll go see what’s up.”

You make your way down the hall after an affirmation from Phil, knocking lightly on the door of the bedroom you’d never had to knock at before.

“Come in.”

The voice was almost strange, cut off and distant; he knew it was you but he was acting like someone totally new, not someone who was in love with you.

“Umm, hi,” you let out, stepping in the doorway.

“Oh [Y/N], hey, what d’you need?”

He said it almost harshly, as if you were bothering him.

“I’m sorry to bother you… Is everything alright with us?” your heart beat rapidly in your chest as you waited for his answer; anxiously hoping that every terrible thought running through your head was an overreaction.

Dan sighed, running a hand through his hair as he turned to face you, “You’re not a bother… C’mere.”

He opened his arms, sounding much more like the person you loved as you made your way over to him.

You didn’t say anything as you sat down on his lap, facing him as you buried your face in his neck.

“Love,” he began, “We can’t keep doing this… I,” he pauses, “I found someone who seems really cool, we’ve been talking a bit and I really think I like them.”

Your heart stops, breaking a little more as he continues, rubbing your back as he does, “I still love you, I think I always will; but I think it’s time that I start to move on.”

The words feel forced, like he doesn’t truly mean them. You pull away, looking at him in the eyes as you attempt to decipher what he’s thinking.

You come away with nothing. And that’s when you realize that for right now, you’ve lost him.

Dan had always been good at hiding his emotions, but right now, he was choosing to do so from you.

Nodding your head you looked down at your legs, unable to look him in the eyes in that moment.

“I understand,” you murmur, “I’m- I’m gonna go hang with Phil if that’s alright.”

“Of course, I’ve gotta get back to editing anyways,” he lets go of you, allowing you to slide off his lap.

Quickly, you do, disentangling yourself from his body and exiting his room with a quick goodbye; immediately making your way across the hall into Phil’s room.

Phil looks up from his laptop, watching you make your way toward him from his place on his bed.

“[Y/N] is everything alri-” he cuts himself off when you burst into tears, immediately closing his computer as he stands up and makes his way towards you.

“Alright, you’re alright; I’m here [Y/N], I’ve got you,” Phil continues letting out words of comfort as he hugs you, having moved the two of you into his bed.

I don’t want your body but I hate to think about you with somebody else.

A little while later, you’ve calmed down; your breath evening out as Phil has finally managed to comfort you enough to stop crying.

“I-I’m sorry Phil,” you stutter out, voice hoarse after having been crying.

“No worries, wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“Dan,” your chest feels heavy as you let out a shaky breath, “I’m, I’m just really stupid and I’ve blown it with him.”

“I’m sure you haven’t blown it, what’d he say?” Phil attempts to reassure you, rubbing your back soothingly as he speaks.

“I told him to move on from me because I was too afraid of what could be and now he’s found somebody else and I don’t know what to do with myself.. I screwed up, Phil, really badly.”

“Dan loves you, try talking to him about it, I’m sure-”

You interrupt him, “I can’t keep doing that to him though Phil, it’s not fair of me to keep stringing him along and I can’t be in a relationship with him… It’s like, I want to be with him, but something’s holding me back.”

“Well I mean, not to be blunt, but are you sure it isn’t just a lust thing? Like, are you in love with Dan or the idea of Dan, or even just the idea of being, ya know, with Dan.”

“It’s more than just physical Phil, I’m totally and completely in love with him, I’m just too afraid of having it screwed up; I don’t want to lose him forever.”

He nods in response, “I think you need to go for it, forget about your fears, you’ll never know if you don’t try… Why don’t we forget about Dan and all this for now, how about a movie and some popcorn?”

Sighing, relieved, you agree, “Sounds good, d’you want help?”

You watch him stand up, beginning to exit his room to head to the kitchen, “Nah I’ve got it, open my laptop and pick a movie, I’ll be right back.”

You nod, grabbing his laptop and logging in, opening up netflix in order to find a movie for the two of you to watch.

a few days later:

You’re woken up when you hear your phone ringing, groaning, you answer groggily, “Hello?”

“[Y/N]!” Phil practically yells into the phone.

“Jesus Phil I just woke up, calm down.”

“Come over!!”

“Alright, give me like half an hour,” with that, you hang up, beginning to get ready to head over to their apartment for the first time in just over a week.

I’m looking through you while you’re looking through your phone and then leaving with somebody else.

A little over a half an hour later, you arrive at Dan and Phil’s apartment, letting yourself in as per Phil’s request when he texted you and making your way up to the lounge.

“Morning [Y/N],” Phil says as you walk up the stairs.

As you reach the top, you notice Dan is completely dressed and ready to go out. Confused, you raise your eyebrows at Phil and gesture towards him, knowing that Dan was never one to be out of his pajamas before noon unless absolutely necessary.

Phil shrugs his shoulders in reply, the two of you watching as Dan continually texts someone back, not acknowledging that you’ve just walked in.

He smiles at a message and your heart sinks even further than it had already sunken, knowing that it couldn’t be anyone but the person he’d met.

“I’m heading out, coffee date,” he says abruptly with a small grin.

“Alright well, we’ll see you later,” Phil lets out in reply as Dan makes his way down the stairs and exits their apartment.

“See ya.”

“So, [Y/N], what d’you reckon we should do today?”

“I dunno, we have a few hours to kill before [Y/F/N]’s birthday party… We could go for a late breakfast- brunch?”

“Sounds good.”

You agree, Phil standing up to go change out of his pajamas as you wait, thoughts only focusing on Dan and what he could possibly be doing with somebody else.

few hours later again (lol i’m sorry for all the time jumps):

Come on baby, this ain’t the last time that you’ll see my face.

It was 2:00 in the morning, and you were still out with all of your friends for [Y/F/N]’s birthday.

You had been out, bar-hopping since about 11:00 and were having a really great time with everyone, while also avoiding Dan.

It had been going so well, until now, when you felt like you really should’ve heeded Ted’s advice in How I Met Your Mother, “Nothing good happens after 2:00 a.m.”

You were sitting at the table your group had claimed as there own by yourself, watching all of your friends dancing while you sat with a drink, drowning sorrows in alcohol in the hopes that it would somehow make the situation better.

All of a sudden, Dan appears beside you, sitting down next to you and angling his body towards yours.

“[Y/N], I feel like I haven’t seen you all night,” he says, bright smile appearing on his face.

That was intentional, you think to yourself before replying, “Yeah I guess, I’ve been ‘round.”

He scoots his chair closer to yours, wrapping an arm around the back of your chair, “I’ve missed you recently.”

Your eyes snap in his direction, widening as you realize this is drunk talk.

When you don’t answer, he continues, “C’mon [Y/N], you can’t tell me that you don’t miss me too, miss us.”

He pauses, and again, you don’t answer, unsure of what to say; instead choosing to play with the straw in your drink. Of course you missed him, every piece of you was itching to say it, to go onto the rooftop of this stupid club and scream that you missed Dan.

But you couldn’t say anything at all; because he was seeing somebody else and you were supposed to be moving on, he was drunk and you were still too sober, he was Dan and you were, you. So you sat quietly continuing to move the ice cubes in your glass around, praying that he’d drop this topic.

“[Y/N],” he suddenly lets out, causing you to look up at him.

You catch his gaze for a moment, and suddenly, Dan’s lips are on yours.

Your eyes widen as you quickly pull back, shocking both you and Dan as you do. Before either of you can say anything, you’ve shot out of your chair, making your way to where you’d last seen Phil and [Y/F/N], desperately hoping that they’d still be there.

Luckily, they’ve remained in the same spot and seem slightly surprised to see you there, “[Y/N], what’re you doing here?” Phil asks.

“Came to say goodbye,” you rush out, “I’ve gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow or something.”

“Awh alright, text me that you’ve made it home alright.”

You just nod in reply, giving them both a quick hug and wishing [Y/F/N] a final happy birthday before hustling out of the club and calling a taxi to take you home.

In true movie-like fashion, as soon as you’re entering the taxi, Dan runs out of the club; calling your name as he attempts to stop you from leaving. Ignoring him you hop in, telling the taxi driver the address to your apartment and watching as he stands frustrated on the curb as you pull away.

the next morning:

Got someone you love? Got someone you need?

The next morning, you’re woken up by a knock on your door. Furrowing your eyebrows as you weren’t expecting any guests you stand up out of bed, making your way to the door only in an old t-shirt of Dan’s and opening it with a yawn.

To your surprise, Dan stands there, hands in his pockets and eyes on the ground, eyes which quickly dart upward as the door is swung open.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you say, replaying last night’s events in your head.

“[Y/N] please, just let me come in, I think we should talk,” he replies nervously.

You nod without thinking, something in you telling you that the conversation was a good idea.

Dan immediately steps in, making his way to your kitchen, “You just woke up, I’ll make some tea while you get dressed and then we can talk,” he states as he sets to work on the aforementioned tea.

“Uhh, yeah sure,” you answer, still stood watching him move around your kitchen, easily finding everything he needed.

“Is that my shirt by the way?”

Your cheeks turn red as he finally points it out, “Umm, yeah, I’ll give it back next time I wash it.”

With that, you turn and make your way to your bedroom, throwing on some sweat pants and a shirt of your own before pausing and taking a deep breath in order to prepare yourself for this talk; whatever it may turn out to be.

You leave the room and return to the kitchen to find Dan stirring a mug of tea.

He looks up as you walk in and something in you shifts as he speaks, “That one’s yours,” he motions to the other mug, “I made it just how you like, even added a little bit of honey because Phil mentioned you’ve been feeling a little ill recently.”

“Thank you,” you say, picking up the mug and stirring it once before taking a sip of it.

“So.”

“So.”

“About last night-”

“I miss you too,” you blurt out, cutting him off.

“What?” he asks, clearly confused over your comment in comparison with your reaction the night before.

“I’ve missed you so much, Dan, and I’ve spent too much time thinking about you with somebody else when I know I want it to be me. I am so in love with you, and I think it’s time I finally let go and give us a chance.. If you want to, that is,” you finally finish, looking up at Dan, hoping that he doesn’t reject you but knowing it would be totally fair if he did.

“I came over here to tell you I ended things with the other person a week ago because I couldn’t be with them because they weren’t you… I somehow knew you’d come around.”

He crosses the kitchen in two strides, grabbing your face with his hands as he pulls you in for a kiss.

You sigh, relieved as you pull away, finally feeling like everything in your life might be just right; especially now that the love of your life was no longer with somebody else.

Every Dan and Phil video in the London Apartment in order

I made a list of every single Dan and Phil video that they have uploaded since they first moved into their, (now old), London apartment. I have left out any YouTube Red videos but have included videos from all 6 channels, (danisnotonfire, AmazingPhil, danisnotinteresting, LessAmazingPhil, DanandPhilGAMES and DanandPhilCRAFTS).

If you think the order is wrong or any of the links are incorrect please let me know and I will try to correct it.

(I spent WAY too much time on this but oh well)

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compliments that mean more than those about looks:
- you’re really good at this thing
- I love your aesthetic
- you have a wonderful taste in music
- your opinions are so interesting
- you make me laugh without an effort
- I like the way you do this thing
- I could listen to you talk all day
- you intrigue me
- I want to travel the world with you
- you’re my favourite person
- I feel so comfortable around you
- you lift my spirits when I’m down
- you mean so much to me
- I love watching you interact with people/children/animals
- I’m so thankful we met
- your presence makes me happy
- I would love to hear your thoughts on this
- you always know the right thing to say
- I wish I could spend every day with you
- you’re my best friend
- your personality is adorable
- you’re a really important part of my life
- you make me want to be a better person
- you inspire me

anonymous asked:

I honestly pictured Phil as Sherlock and Dan as John! Not exactly sure why lol

Okay, I have a lot of opinions on this (a strange thing to have opinions on I know, but there we go) I was really deep in the Sherlock fandom before this and wrote fic over there so I definitely have like, clear pictures of how I interpret the characters of Sherlock and John and, well, let me tell you those interpretations have to disagree with you. And with Phil in the latest gaming video where he insists he’s Sherlock.

I’m going to put all of these opinions below a cut so as not to flood your dash with my nonsense. It’s really incoherent and rambley so I apologise.

Also, can I just point out that this is just my interpretation. I’m in no way starting an argument over it, its just a really fun discussion.

Everyone is allow their own interpretation of fictional characters and I would like to again reiterate that any allusions I make to the ‘characters’ of Dan and Phil are to the fictional ones I write about in phanfic based on the people they present to us, I in no way want to assume I know everything about them as they are real, complex human beings with many many facets to them. 

That being said, here are my rather rambley and long-winded reason as to why Dan is Sherlock and Phil is John.

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Cat Calls and Jealousy- Phil Lester smut

A/N: Surprise lovelies! Here you go! Tried to incorporate the request as best as possible, I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Jealous!Phil x Plus size!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut (the usual)


“Y/N, you ready?” Phil shouted through the apartment.

I finally had some time off school, so I accepted Phil’s offer of coming down to visit him and Dan, as well as congratulate them on the new place.

It was surprisingly a nice day out in London, the sun was shining and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. Knowing the boys, they would probably pop out to some shops or eat lunch to return to the apartment and just hang out.

So it threw me off when Phil said to bring some exercise clothes as we were going for a jog. Well fuck, I’m not really in shape. I was more on the curvier side, and I was fine with that. Nothing wrong with being curvy. But that’s beside the point, we were currently getting ready to go on said jog, Phil throwing on some shorts and a random shirt, putting his shoes on. I opted out with leggings and a tank, not trying to show too much skin, although admittedly the leggings fit my curves extremely well.

Making my way to the living room, I see Dan sitting at the kitchen table all dressed for the day.

“You’re not joining us?” I would’ve guessed we were all going.

He quickly shakes his head, “Nope. I’d much rather walk around town. Have fun!” He quickly gets up and walk out, flashing me a sarcastic smile and wink. I roll my eyes, lucky little shit got away with not having to do physical activity.

“Phil, why are we doing this?” I whine, bending down to pick up my shoes. I turn around to see him staring, before he realizes and blushes, looking away.

“It’ll be fun,” he quickly replied, getting up and going towards the door.

“Okay…” I answer hesitantly, slipping on my shoes and following behind. We make it down to the street and walk to the nearest park, small talking on the way. “So what’s the plan?” I ask as we get there, looking around.

“Well we should do a couple laps, nothing too hard.” He begins to stretch a bit, warming up. I follow his lead, not wanting to suffer any consequences of not doing so. I would take glances at him to see what he was doing, only to catch him staring at me. He would look away every time, pretending to be busy. A couple minutes later, he spoke up again, “So I think you should go in front.”

I look at him confused. “Why? I’m pretty slow.”

“Well, you know. Wouldn’t want you to be kidnapped,” he playfully says, looking down, blushing.

I shrugged it off, not wanting to waste anymore time and desperate to get this over with.

We began to jog around, going along a dirt path on the outskirts of the park. Two laps later, we were weaving our way through, we passed a bunch of guys who were having some kind of barbecue. One of them looked up and whistled, his friends following.

“Damn girl! Nice ass!” He shouted, his little clique cheering and high fiving him. I guess these leggings weren’t a good idea, imagine how horny shorts would get them. “You’re so damn thick, I’d like to pound that!”

And I swear, everything after that happened so quickly, I couldn’t process it at once. All I knew is that Phil had tackled the guy and was pinning him down on the ground.

“Phil! What the fuck?!” I yelled, trying to pull him off. He gave the guy one last shove into the ground before getting up.

“Let’s go,” he grumbled, storming off. I gave them one last look, they all looked as shocked as I did before I quickly followed after Phil. The walk back was quiet, his heavy breathing never subsiding as we walked into his and Dan’s apartment, the door slamming shut.

“What was that about?!” I yelled after him as he walked to the kitchen to get a water bottle. “Phil, answer me.”

“Nothing! Forget about it,” he snapped, chugging half of the bottle.

“What do you mean?! You just tackled a guy down and you want me to forget about it?!”

“Y/N, drop it.”

“Phil! Are you being serious?!”

“I just didn’t like how they talked to you! Okay?!”

I shook my head, “It’s nothing I can’t handle?! I appreciate your concern, but what you did wasn’t necessary!”

He seemed conflicted with himself as he stared at the counter. I approached him and put a hand on his shoulder, feeling how tense he was. In one quick motion, his hands were on my hips and he pinned me against the counter, his lips inches away from mine.

“You have no idea how bad I want you,” he growled, his fingers traveling in between my legs. He slowly applied pressure which cause me to moan, my legs subconsciously squeezing together. “Is this making you wet, love?” He whispered, going faster. My breathing quickened and I started to feel light headed, Phil’s fingers rubbing my clothed sex.

“What are you doing?” I manage to say as he starts to kiss my neck. He sucks and bites, ignoring me for a bit.

“I’ve been wanting to do this,” he whispers into my neck, his hand now traveling inside my leggings and rubbing between my folds. “No one will be able to touch you except for me.”

I let out a whimper, feeling excitement build at the pit of my stomach. I move my hips to create more friction, desperate for his touch. “Phil, oh my God,” I gasp as he inserts a finger, pumping in and out.

“You have no idea how enraged I felt when they spoke to you,” he murmurs, kissing up to my lips where he kisses me urgently. I moan into his mouth as he adds another digit. “I’m the only one who can please you, is that clear?” I nod, not being able to speak. “Is that clear?” He asks again, pulling his fingers out.

“Yes Phil,” I whimper. He turns me around and pulls down my leggings with my panties.

“I’ll be right back,” he says as he bends me over the counter. He jogs to his room and comes back with a condom packet. He comes behind me once again and pulls out his cock, jerking it a couple times before tearing the packet and puts the condom on. He grabs my ass and line himself up, rubbing the tip along my folds. “You’re okay with this?”

I nod my head, desperate to release what he built up. He slowly pushes inside me, groaning. I gasp as he stretches my walls, slowly thrusting into me to let me adjust. Once he sees I’m okay, he picks up the pace quicker than I thought. Soon he’s literally pounding into me and I’m not complaining.

“They’ll never touch you, they won’t make you feel this good. You’re mine and only mine,” he moans, grabbing my hips tighter.

“Yes Phil! I’m yours!” I gasp, as he hits the perfect spot. I can feel my orgasm approaching dangerously close. I feel him grab my hands and hold them behind my back, just that gesture making him even more attractive. “Phil, I’m gonna come,” I say between moans, my face pressing into the countertop.

“You’re mine,” he growls, pounding into me even harder. “Say your mine as you come, I wanna hear it from your lips.”

“Oh fuck, I’m yours!” I scream, releasing all over the condom. I feel him twitch inside me, releasing as well. Our moans subside and he pulls out, tossing out the used condom. I get up and pull up my leggings, looking at Phil who stares at me once again.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, hugging me. “Your body is amazing, don’t let anyone talk you down or degrade you.”

“I promise I’m fine. What they said doesn’t matter to me.” I cuddle into him, kissing his cheek.

“I’ll make sure to make you feel beautiful everyday, Y/N.”

We spend the rest of the day cuddling on the couch. When Dan returns, he looks over to us but doesn’t ask questions, retreating to his room.

anonymous asked:

Dan looks so good and the vid starts with Phil initiating physical contact so ur in for a good one

phil tried to titillate dan….good

June 30: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Ten)

Title: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Ten)
Tags: Alternate Timeline, AU, Slow burn, stranger to friends, friends to lovers
Words: 3973
Summary:
Dan and Phil are YouTubers. The catch? They’ve never met, and Phil doesn’t want them to.

Prompt: This is late. I know. But here are some reasons why: Squidge moved in. The internet went down in my entire area. I was really tired yesterday. I was tired because I woke up sick today. I had tickets to see Carrie Hope Fletcher in Addams Family and I had to go to that. So here is it, a little after midnight UK time but… finished. It’s also the longest chapter so far so hopefully that makes up for it.

Also the exact nature of these plot points might have evolved in this chapter because I’m ill. Write what you know and all that. But the reason for the scenes stays the same I just changed the conditions they happened in. I actually prefer this so hey, there’s an upside to being ill.

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Abuse and comfort

Genre: Fluff towards the end, idk how to describe the beginning. Angst? dunno ok enjoy

Pairing: Phan

Warnings: Mention of physical abuse

Prompt: Phil was in an abusive relationship in the past, and even now that he has Dan, he still fears being hurt again.

Words: 846

A/N: This is just a short lil story. Dunno where it came from. It was in my head, and now it’s on the internet. I also wanted to make something that seemed a little OOC and testing out my ability at angst. I don’t even know if this is considered angst omfg i really just can’t with sad stories. HAPPY ENDINGS FOR EVERYONE HIP HIP HOORAY.

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