what's up with dan and all this leather


Church Boy’s Moan Louder part two finally

ayy puns

too much plot whoop

Dan hated him. He officially hated Phil Lester, seriously. 

Apparently he hadn’t been lying when he had said he would see Dan next Sunday. Because, in fact, it was Sunday, and there he was. Across the church, staring at him like he wanted to eat him. 

Dan fidgeted in his seat on the wooden bench, glancing at him and quickly looking away. He could feel himself sweating, and he was fairly certain his hands were shaking. He sat on them. 

He didn’t know much about why Phil even attended their church; he was clearly the opposite of religious; but he knew it had something to do with his probation. He had heard he had spent some time in juvie, but that had to be a rumor. Right…?

He glanced at him again, and instantly regretted it. Phil was still looking at him, his eyes flashing, a smirk tugging at his lips. He knew what he was doing, he knew exactly how he was fucking driving Dan crazy. And all just by looking at him. 

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The Recruit (Chapter 5) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 20″

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, Rob Russells, Dan Brunski, Peter Collins, Jacob Clemens  & Reader

Warnings: Sexual assault, attempted rape, graphic depiction of violence. I’m sorry.

A.N.: I did not intend to go this direction when I started this, like Mitch and Y/N have enough problems without this shit happening, but it’s just where the story took me.

Summary: Mitch returns from the Ghost camp and has a run in with Y/N that changes the nature of his relationship with her, and sets them on a path that they cannot come back from.

Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six

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The morning of Day 16, Mitch was whisked away to an underground bunker away from The Barn to begin his real training in Stan’s Ghost Protocol Program for the Orion Team. He spent two days in a dark basement with other men and women that he didn’t know, taking tests, wearing virtual reality goggles, and expertly completing his tasks. He excelled on every level and at every test. They gave him aptitude, IQ and logic tests, had a psychiatrist evaluate him, ran physicals and stress tests. All which he passed with flying colors.

The afternoon of Day 19, Mitch was walking back from lunch and was hooded. Mitch took down the two guys with ease, and pulled the black shroud from over his face.

“You know, how I know that he’s not cut out for this shit, Irene? He shouldn’t have even allowed them to hood him in the first place. He should’ve sensed them behind him.” Stan said, watching the abduction try to take place over a closed circuit TV.

Irene watched as three more men, and one of the ones that Mitch had already put down, fought with the young man in hand-to-hand combat, finally subduing him. She rolled the tape back and watched the encounter over again. She paused the recording at the moment the first two men entered the hallway behind Mitch. 

“Look…” She pointed at the tilt of his head. “He knew they were there.” Stan leaned forward as she played the rest of the tape again.

“He let them take him.”

“He’s ready, Stan.”

“Actually, Irene, he’s not ready, but he will be.” Stan told Irene, as he walked out the door and slipped into a room across the hall, where a hooded Mitch sat, tied to a metal chair being waterboarded.

The evening of Day 19, Mitch was returned back to The Barn, where more intense training began. The group of twenty, under Stan’s supervision, spent ten hours each day learning interrogation techniques, tradecraft, the deadliest aspects of all hand-to-hand combat styles and marksmanship.

On Day 20, Mitch woke up to the sound of a loud thud against his door. He immediately got up and opened it, to see Dan’s body splayed about on the ground, blood coming from his lip, and you, who he hadn’t seen in days, standing in your doorway with your chest heaving.

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A thread to hold

Summary: Phil wanted a sensible life, a fireplace and a picket fence, and Dan was a wrecking ball he could simply no longer afford to keep around. But once you care for someone, it never really goes away, a constant thread between the two of them. Divorced!Phan with custody over a child. Angst and Fluff.

Word Count: 8.4k

Trigger Warnings: depression, panic attacks, alcohol, divorce

Author’s Note: Honestly this fic has been in the works for a very long time, it’s my child, and I wrote it during many different periods of my life which is why it flits between happy and sad, I’m sorry but I hope you enjoy it!

Excerpt: Phil opened the door, his hair stuck up just a little at the back, and one of his sleeves pushed up, the other falling over his hand. Fuck. The same sinking feeling in his stomach. Always the same. Because Phil was still breath-taking to him, despite the projected feelings and the ink stained tears that hid in the crevices of his face. He was still breath-taking. And not just because of his looks, of his gentle tilt of the head and his bright blue eyes which seemed to reach inside of him (you could go swimming in those eyes). But because it was him, because he was gentle and kind and warm and he was Phil.

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In A Heartbeat

Word Count: 1,560
Warnings: Very mild homophobia

Summary: This fic is based on the new short film In A Heartbeat which I will link here for you to watch. It’s about two young boys falling in love in school and coming out. Naturally, I had to change a few things to accommodate the change from an animated short to a fanfic and make it Dan and Phil related, but regardless it is an amazing short film so I hope this does it justice even a little. So I hope you enjoy.

It was anything but a normal Monday morning as Dan Howell sprinted through the brick gateway leading to Newgate Secondary School. Normally the curly haired brunet would take his time but on this morning he had accidentally tripped and face planted directly in front of his crush, Phil Lester, and when the raven haired boy offered to help him up Dan was too flustered to even mutter a response proceeding to sprint the rest of the way to school.

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A/N: I hope this is okay for you!!
I like doing requests!
(Y/f/n)= your full name

She was beauty, she was grace and she was Miss United States. Literally  . Miss United States otherwise known as (y/f/n) was visiting London and the BBC wanted me and Phil to interview her. No big deal right?

I had the biggest crush on her for as long as I remember. When I was young, before I became ‘danisnotonfire’, I would watch videos of her. Not rude videos or anything like that. She did human rights speeches, pro lgbt conventions and animal rights groups. The woman was a treasure. I was intrigued by her. Her views were similar to mine and any one who cast their eyes on her would gaze in awe.

Her long  (y/c/h) hair shone like gold in the sun, it fell perfectly to the small of her back. Her stunning  (y/c/e) eyes captivated any one who looked into them. Whenever I saw her on the TV or in a video they would glisten like a star in the dark night sky. Her voice was soft, smooth and gentle, never had I heard her shout or raise her voice.

I was thinking all of this sat on a dark red, leather couch covered in gold velvet cushions, (ugh tacky)  checking my notes with Phil. My mind was a carousel of thoughts  ‘Im going to fuck this up’ ‘Im interviewing  (Y/F/N)’ 'I can’t do this’. Phil saw me worrying and rested his note cards on the table in front of us
“Dan, what are you worried about, we’ve interviewed people before” Was he serious?! He knew fully well I had a HUGE crush on (y/n).

Just as I resumed going through my notes one of the BBC runners came in telling us (y/n) was on her way. Phil and I gave eachother a quick glance before taking our seats on the couch. Opposite us there was another couch with the same colour scheme. Looking around I cringed at how tacky the BBC had made this looks. Golden mirrors on one wall, framed photos of Phil and I with other celebrities on another, a small red carpet leading to the couches and to top it off, we had plastic, gold coloured glasses filled with ribena.

Second later, the big black double doors opened to reveal a gorgeous woman who I recognized to be (y/n). She stepped inside the room as Phil and I stood up to welcome her. Unsure of how to welcome her we just awkwardly hugged and smiled. Then the interview began, and it went awfully.

We had planned that I would ask more questions about what she was like before she became Miss United States and Phil would ask questions about what it was like getting the title. However, that plan failed as I could barely speak. There was one question that I wanted to ask for so long but I failed at that.
“So, ummm we all know about umm you becoming, y'know, who you are today uhhh Miss United States” great stumbling your words Dan. “B-but uh, what about when you were umh, younger and you mmm did the LGBT conventions, did, uh, did you get any hate, f-for that?” I felt a heat rush to my cheeks as they started going a deep pink colour. My hear was racing and my hands were shaking. I was playing with my hands in my lap and she replied

“Oh um, I did yeah. Alot of people questioned my sexuality. They thought that just because I’m pro LGBT that I was part of that community. As much as I explained that I believed that love is not a choice they all shot me down and told me that I was a lesbian and y'know that hurt alot” she explained and I began to feel that on a personal level. The Phandom always assumed my sexuality  Whenever I mentioned anything about lgbt.

As the interview continued, Phil had to ask most if the questions as I couldn’t speak without stuttering and going quiet. 

After 30 minutes of questions from Phil and blushing and stuttering from me, the interview ended and Phil and I walked (y/n) back to the door. When we were hugging to say goodbye she pulled away and looked at me and Phil.

“This was a fun interview, you seemed to know alot more than any of the others and by the way, I love your videos” I stood shoked as I processed the words (y/n) had just said. She watches our videos. (Y/f/n) watches OUR videos!

anonymous asked:

Please please please! Expand on the sense8!aftg AU when you have the time! I'm so in love with it!

Anonymous said: I love your writing!! Could you develope the aftg+sense8 fic??

omfg you have no idea how hard this was for me to write! D: this is like the 3rd attempt and it’s still awful. but i’m done with it. just take it. 

  • okay so, before Neil’s cluster, there was another cluster with Tetsuji Moriyama and Kevin’s mum, Kayleigh. they came up with exy through their link
  • when Kengo found out about it, he tortured Tetsuji for information, finding out everything the sensates are capable of.
  • Kengo see’s them as a threat, and orders Tetsuji to kill everyone in his cluster
  • he then orders him to take Kevin in and watch for any signs that it runs in the blood
  • the first 2 ppl that actually made contact in the fox cluster were Dan and Kevin
  • it’s a little after Riko broke Kevin’s hand, and the doctor just told Kevin he’ll never be able to play with it again. he’s huddled in the bathroom, the sound of the shower drowning out his sobs
  • he flinches severely when he feels a hand on his shoulder, someone hushing him softly. he looks up to see a pretty girl with cropped hair.
  • he knows her, of course he knows her. the first female captain in NCAA Class I Exy history, everyone who knows exy, knows Dan Wilds
  • what he doesn’t know is why she’s here, how she got in the bathroom. he shoves her hand off his shoulder, harshly wiping the tears off his face.
  • he asks her what she’s doing here, how she’s here. she just shrugs, “that’s not what’s important. what’s important is getting you out of here.” she gives him a phone number
  • he rings it

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I’d Rather Not Get Arrested, Thanks

Summary: It’s midnight, just a few weeks before Phil Lester’s birthday, and his boyfriend is stressing out about making the perfect gift. Phil decides to take Dan out for a night to cheer him up, and… maybe that means doing some illegal things. (Or, a punk!au in which they do graffiti)

Warnings: Okay, yikes. Fear of death, panic attacks, lotsa swearing, mentions of homophobia and other gross disapproving shit. I think that’s it 

Disclaimer: The panic attack mention in this story is based on my experiences only. Panic attacks aren’t like that for everyone; mine just make me freeze up, snap at people, and give me trouble breathing.

Word Count: 6,815

Look at me, I’m finally posting something. (If there’s mistakes, lemme know, I’m just tired of reading this lmao)

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The Model Fic (no i cba to think of a real title for now i’m open to suggestions)

This has been written for close to 2 years now as a McFly fanfic, but is now coming to the world as an apology phanfic for being bad at updates.  But it’s 7k so that’s not a bad apology I think!

Phil and Dan were dating, once upon a time.  Then Dan got scouted for modelling, and Phil broke it off between them before things could go bad.  And yet a fateful reunion could make all the difference to their fate…

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Okay, Maybe Jerks Are My Type

Ignore the fact that it’s so late. Did you miss me?

Summary: Pastel!Dan gets chased by (sorta)Punk!Phil, but Phil isn’t exactly what Dan would call a “bully”



(A/N This makes literally no sense but I like it anyway idk it feels a little underdeveloped, maybe I’ll turn it into something bigger down the road)

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An Unlikely Matchmaker-Phan

Genre: Fluff, pure fluff

Words:  1527

Warnings:  Will make you puke glitter its so cute 

Summary: Pastel!Dan never knew that a little eight legged creature could bring him together with the cutie next door, Punk!Phil. 

A/N Ugh , this sucks ass but whatever i’m posting it anyways

It was a beautiful London afternoon in the middle of April. The birds were chirping, children were laughing , and Dan Howell was screaming.

“NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE” The young boy yelled as he backed up to the tiled wall. No there wasn’t an axe murderer in the bathtub. No there wasn’t a wild bear ready to attack. It was something much smaller. The size of an american penny in fact. It was a completely harmless house spider.

Dan, in fact,  had arachnophobia. This meant pretty much that spiders scared the living shit out of him. Only living on his own for about three months now, he had never encountered a spider in till now.

Shrieking , Dan runs out of his bathroom into the living room. He grabs his keys and exits his apartment, walking to the apartment next door. Dan reluctantly knocks, fixing his flower crown that lies on top of his head. After a minute, a ebony haired man answers the door. The man was wearing a muse t-shirt , had tattoo sleeves, a blue streak in his fringe, and piercings: canine bites and a nose ring. Dan was intrigued by the older man, wanting to get to know him better.

“Hey… aren’t you new to the complex?” The man asked, arms crossed. His blue eyes sparkled in the fluorescent lights of the hallway. Dan becomes lost in the tattooed mans eyes, almost hypnotized by the sight. After realizing he was staring, he answers the man’s question.

“Yeah… I moved here about 3 months ago. My name is Dan.  Dan Howell.” The younger boy bites his lip and looks down at his own pastel doc martens.

“Cool. My name is Phil. Phil Lester” Dan looks up at Phil, their eyes meeting for a couple seconds. Phil soon breaks the silence.

“Well…what brings you to my doorstep Dan?” The brunette takes a deep breath.  

Fuck, I am going to make myself look like a total loser in front of a potential boyfriend.

“Well… thereisabigassspiderinmybathtubandIhaveabadcaseofararacnophobiaandIwaswonderingifyoucouldkillitforme?”

Phil lets out a little chuckle, blushing a little bit.

“Slow down cutie, all I could understand from that was ‘ kill it for me’ so… “

Dans eyes open wide

Did he just call me cutie?

“Pretty much I am scared of spiders and I want you to kill the little shit”

Phil bites his lip and raises an eyebrow.

“Sure, cutie. Lead me their.”

Phil puts his hand out for Dan to hold. Dan hesitates but he soon grasps the man’s hand and leads him to his apartment. As they enter, Phil gasps in awe.

“Your apartment is beautiful, Dan! I love it”

Dan smiles a hundred miles wide

Dan drags the older man to the bathroom, letting go of his hand and hiding behind the door.

“Its in the bathtub. Just… PLEASE KILL THE FUCKING THING!”

“Okay cutie, whatever you say”

Phil takes off his black combat boot and inches toward the bathtub. When he gets to the porcelynn tub, he sees the eight legged creature crawling all around.

“Die yah lil fuck”

With that, he slams the shoe on the spider, causing Dan to jump. Phil lifts up the boot and throws the dead arachnid into the trash.

“Is it dead?”

“Yes , my love.”

Dan slowly creeps out from behind the door, seeing Phil as he puts his shoe back on. The boy walks over to the man, who is now  standing up, and looks up at him.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

Phil clears his throat.

“So… I was thinking… would you like to go to starbucks with me?”

Dan blushes


“So… lets go!”


They walk into the crowded coffee shop and walk up to counter, hand in hand.

“Hi! What would you boys like today?”

Dan smiles and looks at Phil.

“Well we would like two venti caramel macchiatos, extra sugar in his.”

“What are your names?

“My names Phil and his is Dan”

“Will that be all for you today?”


“Your total will be €5.95”

Phil goes to take his wallet out of his pocket, but Dan stops his hand.

“I got it.”

He takes out his pink leather wallet and takes out 6 pounds, handing the money to the cashier.

“Keep the change”

Phil wraps his arm around Dan’s slim waist and leads them to a table.

“So… what type of things do you like ,Dan?”

“Lets see…I like tumblr, My Chemical Romance,Muse, Attack On Titan…you know, normal things.”

Phil grins.

“You like muse too? Whats your favourite album? Mines ‘Origin Of Symmetry’.”

“Same, oh my fucking god!”

“What’s your tumblr, Dan?”


“Cool, i’ll follow you. Mines amazingphil”

The two boys talk for a couple more minutes until they are interrupted by the lady at the counter.

“Two caramel macchiatos for Dan and Phil!”

They both grab their drinks and walk out of the glass doors of Starbucks.

“So… where do you want to go?”

“Well there is this water fountain two blocks away we can go to if you want?”

“That sounds like fun! So lets go!”

They both walk to the fountain , still holding hands, talking about the random shit they were talking about before.

“So that was the time when Chris accidentally asked out a girl when he was drunk, even though he is gay as fuck” As Phil finishes his story, the couple gets to the white fountain.

“Hey, maybe we should get my friend PJ with him? They would be perfect together to be honest”

“That would be fun”

The two sit down on the edge of the fountain, Dan cuddling into Phils shoulder.

“Hey, do you want to take a selfie?”

“Sure babe.”

Phil pecks Dan on the lips and puts his arm around his shoulder,

Dan grabs his iphone from his pocket and goes to his camera.

“Say cheese!”

They both smile and the camera shutter goes off.
“Ugh, we are too perfect for eachother”

“I know right?”

They just sit there for hours, talking about their lives. Before they knew it, their drinks were gone and it was pitch black outside.

“Phil, I had a really fun time. This is actually the first time I have been out in months.”  

“Me too.”

Phil then does the unthinkable. He connects their lips together. Dan is filled with shock for a second, but soon complies and places his arms around Phil’s neck. They disconnect after a moment and just stare at eachother.

“How bout you stay the night at my place? It will be really fun.”

Dan smiles


Phil then calls a cab.  As they were waiting, they just stared into eachothers eyes. Sooner or later, it gets their.

“Get in the cab , you lovebirds” the cabbie playfully yells out the window. The voice was very familiar to Phil. It almost sounded like his friend Chris.

Phil pushes that thought aside and gets in the cab with Dan.

“Hey Phil.” the cabbie says . Phil looks at him and what does he know. It was the one and only Chris Kendall

“I see that Phil ‘ im too cool for love’ Lester has found a cute little boy toy”

“Shut the fuck up Chris”


“Okay, so Dan this is Chris, Chris this is Dan.”

Dan smirks

“So I heard about your accidental girlfriend from last year”

“Fucking hell Phil” Chris mumbles under his breath.

“ What? Am I not allowed to embarrass my best friend for the entertainment for my boyfriend” Phil makes sure to emphasize on ‘boyfriend’

“Whatever, so do you want me to drive you guys to your apartment?”

“That would be great”

The whole ride , Dan , Phil , and Chris just talked about everything from embarrassing experiences to hot guys.

Sadly, their chat came to an end when they pulled up to Dan and Phil’s apartment building.

“Oh no. We are here” Chris says “I guess I will just message you Phil in the morning”

“Okay , Chris”

Phil pops the door open and steps out, holding it open for Dan.

“My majesty.”

Dan giggles and steps out of the cab, immediately being picked up by Phil bridal style.

“Use protection!” Chris screams out the window. Phil just rolls his eyes and continues to carry Dan to his flat. When they get inside , Phil brings Dan to his bed room, setting him down on the bed.

“ Do you want a shirt you can sleep in?”


Phil grabs a MCR shirt and throws it to Dan. Dan immediately takes off his clothes, except his boxers, and pulls on the shirt Phil gave him.

“You look hella cute in my clothes omg”

“Thank you Phil.”

The older boy does the same as Dan, except putting on a shirt with cats, and lays down in his bed.

“Come over and cuddle with me, don’t be shy.”

Dan crawls over and buries his head into Phils chest, feeling him breathe in and out.

“You know I love you , right?”

“Yep. I do too Phil”

“I know.”

And right then,  Dan drifts off into sleep, with all of he wonderful memories of that day.

Who knew that a pesky little house spider could bring two people together?


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And It’s Good Enough To Make Me Wanna Fall In Love

my friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me” au


It’s not that Dan isn’t a party person. He likes parties. He likes the whole socialising, drinking, I-don’t-know-who-the-hell-you-are-and-why-we’re-sitting-on-the-trampoline-in-the-back-yard-talking-about-dinosaurs-but-I’ll-roll-with-it vibe to it (okay, maybe the latter was only one time), and what’s the harm in getting a little drunk every now and then?

But the problem with Joe, is that he has more friends than Dan can keep up with. He knows too many people Dan doesn’t, and he goes to way too many parties.

Which, Dan supposes, isn’t really a problem in itself, but it’s where he comes into it that is – being the loyal roommate/best friend he is, Joe seems to have adopted him as his party mascot. His trusty ‘plus-one’, for want of a better term.

“Come on, Dan,” Joe throws him a red and black plaid shirt, dismissing one (of many) of Dan’s excuses of ‘but I have nothing to wear’. “I’ve grown out of that, so it’ll fit you just fine. You suit red.”

Dan glares at him, but walks over to the mirror and holds the shirt up to his face. It does suit him, kind-of, and he supposes he could probably get a couple more wears out of his jeans before he has to wash them.

“We’re like teenage girls, you and me,” Joe smirks, watching Dan assess his reflection.

Dan smirks, but tugs his pyjama t-shirt off and grabs the red plaid thing. He’ll never win.

“You owe me big time,” he mumbles, buttoning it up.

“Come on, it’ll be fine. This is Andrew – he knows how to throw a good party.”

“Ah, yes – ‘Andrew’. Another strikingly familiar name.’” Dan mutters dryly, grabbing his straighteners.

Joe tuts. “You’ll love him.”

Dan wonders how many times he’s heard that one before.


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Here u go anon! (idk if this is what u wanted but this is what happened ?)

Summary: Famous!Dan is stressed and Phil comforts him.

Word Count: 1k 

I am so in love with blue neighbourhood


He knew what Phil would say if he were here, he’d crack the jokes hiding the concern behind his raised eyes. He’d weave his hands through his (once curly) brown hair and say it’s alright. And it would be. Because Phil Lester was made of starlight. 

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The unexpected – part 5

Bullying can make people go a bit insane but most of all desperate. And nobody ever feels responsible as it is always the other that did worse and it’s just not your problem. Life is just that hard. But this time it would not just destroy the bullied person’s life, it would destroy everybody’s as the unexpected happened.

This is an AU and it deals with heavy topics and contains violent and emotional scenes. If this triggers anything or you want to talk about it, please, please come talk to me. My ask box is always open and I’m always here if you need to talk. If you liked it, you can like/reblog/message me. I have to give a big thanks to bilge, who’s my best friend and who helped me in so many ways. I hope you all like it and please don’t kill me.

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I’ll Wait For You

Well this is my first phanfiction I’ve written. Hope you like it.

Patel!Dan Punk!Phil (ish)

Phil adjusted the cuff of his leather shirt as he walked out of his apartment. He needed to get groceries as he was running low and decided to blow it off until he had literally nothing but stale crisps in the cupboard. He rubbed his newest tattoo on his bicep as a couple a young looking girls eyed him. Phil may have the look: black hair, fringe, tattoos, piercings, and other ‘punk’ things, but he was actually a very shy person. He took the shortcut through the park like he always does to get into town, but this time was different. He looked up and that’s when he saw him.

This boy, he had the brownest eyes someone could have. The man wore a light red flower crown on top of his soft brown curls; it was slightly damp due to the spring humidity. He was laughing, leaning his head back a little at something this little girl said to him. His light green shirt rode up and you could see his tanned stomach and the side of his hip bone. The boy hadn’t noticed Phil starting at him, yet when Phil realised he was staring he started walking again, cheeks reddening. He glanced over at the boy one last time and noticed him leaving with the girl in tow. He quickly ran to the store and grabbed the minimum he could so he would have an excuse to go back to the park.

He went back. First it was just once a week. Once a week turned to twice a week, which then turned to three, which inevitable turned to everyday at noon. He stayed for probably only an hour trying to gain the courage to talk to him.

But, what would I say? He thought. Hi, I’m Phil and I’ve been watching you for over month now and I just wanted to say hello.

Today, as he left, though something different happened. The boy wasn’t with the little girl he assumed was either a relative, someone he babysat, or his daughter which he hoped was not true. He was wearing a light purple top that was a tad too short which rode up slightly as he walked. His jeans were a ballet slipper pink which matched his equally pink trainers. This was the first time Phil noticed that he had earrings. They were plain stud earrings but if Phil hadn’t already fallen for this boy, he did now. This ‘boy’ was now getting closer to Phil. It was a subtle thing that if Phil hadn’t been staring he wouldn’t have noticed. He gulped. He looked away for a couple moments and when he turned back, brown eyes were staring at him. Phil blushed at looked away again.

Phil, you’re a punk. Act like one. Usually Phil would smirk at anyone that would stare at him and make his way over to the person but this boy made him nervous and he couldn’t understand why.

“You’ve been staring. It’s rude you know?” A voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked over and the pastel man was sitting next to him on the bench. “I didn’t notice at first. But then, you started coming more and more. I figured I would wait until you came to talk to me because you’re the one wearing the leather jacket and has all the tattoos, but you never did so I decided to introduce myself. Hi, I’m Dan.” He stuck his hand out and kept it there until Phil had no choice but to shake his hand.

“I’m, uh, err, Phil.” He replied hesitantly.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound very confident.” He laughed and Phil noticed the tiniest dimples on Dan’s face. He leaned back, his head resting on the back of the bench.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He put up a little smile back at him.

“Well, Phil, what are you doing in a park, with no kid I might add, stalking a twenty four year old man?”

Man, he is blunt.

“Well, I didn’t come out on the intent to stalk, if you could call it that.” Phil smiled again, his tongue making an appearance between his teeth.

They talked for a bit and Phil learnt that Dan had dropped out of college after he realised that he didn’t want to work in law. He was taking a year off to figure out what he wanted and in the meantime, babysitting his mom’s friend’s kid, which Phil was relieved to hear it wasn’t his.

Dan learnt that Phil’s dad was the CEO of a big radio station and that Phil has his own show that he does on Wednesday nights. He also learnt that Phil had been engaged at 27, but broke it off when he caught his future husband snogging with a woman, claiming that she made him straight.

“Well, it’s been nice talking to you Phil. Catch you on the flip side.” Phil laughed at Dan’s awkward goodbye.

“See you later.” He sighed as he watched Dan walk back towards his house. Phil did the same, only after realising he was standing in the same spot.

They met every day after that and Phil was falling in love with Dan more and more each minute they spent together.

~two months~

“Hey, Lion.” Dan said, skipping towards Phil. “I’ve got something for you.”

“What is it, Bear?” It was the beginning of June and Phil had ditched the leather coat opting to wear some lighter coats and t-shirts with his and Dan’s favourite band, Muse, on them.

Dan brought his hands from behind his back and in his hand laid a flower crown. This one was different than any others that Dan had worn. This one looked old, the baby blue colour of the petals were fading and the scattered purple splotches looked gone if you didn’t look close enough.

“This was my first flower crown. My dad bought it for me when he noticed me ogling it from behind the window when I was six. I haven’t worn it since he died but I promised I’d wear it on special occasions and on his birthday.”

“Is it his birthday?”

He shook his head.

“What’s the special occasion?”

“It’s my birthday,” He smiled and put the flower crown on Phil’s head. “And as a birthday present, I want you to wear it.”

Phil smiled and nodded. “Of course birthday boy.”

Dan giggled. “You’re a pastel punk.” He whispered.

“Pastel Punk.” Phil repeated quietly.

“My pastel punk.” Dan whispered quietly and leant forward, his eyes glancing down at the elder’s lips.

“Yours.” Phil said before bringing his head up, closing his eyes and met the other boy’s lips.

Jolts of electricity went through Phil. Dan had soft lips and was moving against Phil’s chapped ones. The kiss in reality probably lasted only about a minute, but to Phil it felt like hours. When they separated, Phil slowly opened his eyes.

“Happy birthday, Dan.”

“Promise me you’ll keep my flower crown safe.”

Phil just nodded, bringing his lips up for another kiss. They walked around the park, this time holding hands, and watched the sun set.

After that day, Dan and Phil spent the whole summer together, sometimes whilst Dan babysat and other times just by themselves. When winter rolled around, they started spending more time alone and on most days Phil found himself alone at the park, but when they were together, Phil never brought it up. He was scared that he was just overreacting.

“Hey Dan, since you got me something on your birthday, can I give you something?” It was near the end of January and Phil was glad they got to spend his birthday together.

“Sure, what is it?” He asked, sitting down next to him on the bench, their bench.

“I want you to have this.” He shrugged off his leather coat and gave it to Dan. “This was the first thing I bought with my own money.”

“Phil, are you sure?”


He put the coat on and Dan gave Phil his winter coat.

“Happy Birthday, Phil.”

When spring rolled around again, Dan and Phil spent once a week together until one day, Dan disappeared. No trace. Phil went every day for a month, wearing the flower crown on his birthday. He waited all of spring and summer for Dan to show up. He started wearing the flower crown everyday saying that the special occasion would be when Dan showed up again.

‘Hey, Phil! Come to the slide!’ Dan yelled from the top of the slide.

‘And why would I do that?’ He asked, walking towards the bottom of the slide.

‘Because I have a surprise for you.’ He slid down. When he got to bottom of the slide, Dan launched himself on Phil who fell on the woodchips on the impact.

‘How’s this a surprise?’

‘Well…I…thought…it…would…be…better.” Dan said, kissing Phil in between each word.

Dan got off of Phil and the proceeded to shake the woodchips out of Phil’s hair.

‘Well that was a nice one.’ Phil smiled kissing Dan one more time.

Phil smiled at the fond memory. It was a couple weeks after Dan’s birthday. He and Dan were very affectionate people. They would hug and kiss and hold hands whilst kids would ask if they were married and parents giving them the stink eye.

When winter came around Phil spent his whole time on their bench telling the kids that came with their parents stories of him and Dan. He realised that some parents felt bad for him and would bring a thermos of hot chocolate for him and he would return it the next day cleaned.

‘Hey, Phil?’

‘Yeah, Dan?’ They were sitting on the swings slowly swinging, holding hands.

‘One day, when we’re all gone, do you think people will remember us?’

‘What do you mean?’ Phil was confused. What did he mean by ‘us’?

‘Well, in like hundreds of years when they have like flying cars and stuff, do you think people will remember our generation?’

‘What brought this on, huh?’

‘Nothing really, I’m just wondering.’ He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big thing.

‘Well, I think that I’ll write a diary and one day it will become famous like Anne Frank’s.’

Dan smiled and looked over at Phil.

‘I’m really glad I walked over to you.’

Phil told this story to the kids who congregated around him. Every day for the month of February, kids from the block gathered and Phil told one of his amazing stories. The kids called him AmazingPhil.

The snow started melting and Phil had stopped wearing the giant coats.



He got a new tattoo of the day he first saw Dan and the day they actually started talking.

Two years, He thought. It’s been two years since you’ve first saw him.

Phil sighed and sat down on their bench and waited, wearing his flower crown. The colour was fading even more and Phil felt the need to make sure it stayed.

As April rolled around, Phil was starting to lose faith.

If I don’t see him by the end of May, I’ll stop. He decided.

About a month later Phil was starting to give up.

“Excuse me, sir, but what is the special occasion?” Someone asked tapping on his shoulder.


anonymous asked:

Hi i'm looking for an ask where dan and phil are soulmates but they don't know and they hate each other. you get a soulmate tattoo based on what your soulmate thinks when they first see you. They are both the bamf guys with leather jackets and dan gets a soulmate tattoo that says "id like to kiss his dimples". Thanks!

Life is a Test (And I Get Bad Marks) - Soulmate au where the first thing you think when you see your soulmate for the first time appears on their skin. Dan has always been known as the most badass guy in school; Until Phil Lester shows up, that is. Feeling like his image is at risk, he lashes out, causing an all-out war between the two.


Alright @dysfunctional-college-roommates I saw your tags on my tags and it is far from father’s day but like

  • imagine dan and kevin getting super competitive about getting Wymack the best gift

  • I’m not just talking mugs with “world’s best dad”
  • no no no Kevin Day does not make half-assed attempts (bc he is a drama queen)
  • and the day danielle leigh wilds loses to kevin (except exy, she’ll give him that), is the day she’ll eat her shoe

  • Kevin is at a bit of a disadvantage because he can’t really ask any of the guys for help

  • “Matt what do you give your dad on father’s day?” “A big F you and an invitation to live at a senior center.” 

  • but eventually he just starts buying things. An expensive watch. A $500 gift card to Wymack and Abby’s favorite restaurant. A tiger sculpture. 

  • He asks Renee what he thinks of all of them. “A tiger sculpture made out of jade? Kevin…. how did you even ship this?” “I have amazon prime.” “…It’s a little bit much.”

  • Of course, Dan overhears this conversation and



  • “WHAT A COMEBACK I’M LITERALLY SHAK-” and Renee drags her out of the room “i think it’s time to go dan… good luck with your gift kevin!”

  • Dan had originally bought Wymack a heat changing mug because he drinks so much coffee. 

  • but after she the literal tiger statue- like hell is she gonna let kevin beat her. 

  • (I don’t know what she actually gets him) but anyway, kevin and dan have this competition for YEARS. 


  • They’re at dinner at a fancy restaurant because its the only way wymack knows they won’t do any embarrassing. Wymack is opening Kevin’s gift. A handmade pair of italian leather shoes. (kevin measured his foot while he was sleeping.) 

  • Dan stands up from the table, clinking a fork against her wine glass. 

  • “Ahem, hem. Foxes, Bee, Abby -pause, gentle sigh- Wymack. As you all know, Matt and I are engaged. And we’re having a small wedding of course. But you see -starts walking around the table- Matt has his groomsmen planned. I have my bridesmaids. What I don’t have -gets to wymack, hands him a small box. inside is a tie with her wedding colors and a simple card that says “Happy father’s day Dad :)”- is a father to walk me down the aisle. -There are tears on her face and Wymack is clearly emotional- 

  • “David,” Dan says, taking his hand, “Dad. Will you do me the honor of walking me down the aisle?” Of course Wymack says yes and there are hugs and Tears and Smiles. 

  • Except from kevin (sort of. He’s happy but he can’t believe he lost.)

  • Dan: “I guess he can wear those shoes you bought him to my wedding -smirk-” 
  • “I’m going to seduce Matt.” “Kevin no” 
Cinderella’s Challenge

Summary: prompt from an anon on Tumblr - “Dan and Phil wake up naked next to each other after a night out where they were supposed to find someone and get laid (and I guess they technically did)”

Genre: smut & fluff

Word count: 1686

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Also available on A03

   “Next round is on Dan, since the Photo Booth Challenge video was such a success!” Chris yells teasingly over the intense bass of the speakers right next to their booth in the club. Dan shifts on the uncomfortable red leather seat beneath him. 

   “Yeah, fuck off, Chris, I’m never paying for your drinks,” he yells jokingly back, “You must be 90% alcohol by now.” 

   Chris shrugs, looking nonplussed. “All right, fine. What do you guys want from the bar?” He asks, addressing the group. 

   “Porn Star Martini,” Dan says. 

   “Absolut Blueberry Fizz, please,” Phil says. 

   “Just a beer, nothing fancy like these two YouTube stars,” PJ smiles at Dan and Phil on the opposite side of the booth, who both make a face back at him.

   Chris stands up and holds his hand out patiently. “I’m not paying for you all. Come on, cough it up.” 

   The other three members of the Fantastic Foursome hand Chris the money for the drinks, and he returns a few minutes later, struggling to carry them. 

   “Yeah, don’t worry, I don’t need any help or anything,” he says as he sets the drinks down and rolls his eyes. 

   “Were a couple drinks too heavy for you, Chris?” PJ teases. 

   “Pfft, no, I’m a manly man. Look, I even got a girl’s number at the bar!” Chris says, pulling a slip of white paper from his pocket and presenting it proudly to the group. 

   “You actually got a girl’s number?” Dan asks, voice coated in a thick disbelieving tone. 

   “Hey, that’s rude! I get girl’s numbers all the time,” Chris says defensively. 

   “Okay, whatever you say,” Dan shoots a grin at Phil who dissolves into tipsy giggles before taking a sip of his colourful drink through the equally colourful straw. 

   Chris looks offended and crosses his arms. “And when was the last time you got laid, Howell?” 

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Lights, camera, action!

“Action!” The directed yelled and Dan strutted forwards, glaring into the camera. Yet another cologne advert and yet again, he had to look as hot as possible. But being a model, he was used to it, and let’s face it, the heat came naturally from Dan. He strode forwards towards the camera which was moving back slowly, capturing him from every angle, focusing on every inch of his face and body.

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anonymous asked:

What happened with dan and phil

They got fed up with each other and decided they weren’t gonna be friends anymore. They’ve also deleted their gaming channel and said they’re quitting youtube forever. There is also no more radio show and dan went bankrupt because phil insisted on keeping all of the money since he’s the oldest and started youtube first. Because of this, dan had to sell all of his leather clothes which made kanye west despise him and block him on every social media, even though he wasn’t even following him in the first place. They are now both living on the streets (not with each other of course) and looking for a job. If you know of any job opportunities, please let them know. #HireDanAndPhil2k15