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Dan's KissesTitle: Dan's Kisses
Genre: fluff (ugh)
Warnings: kisses and slash so oop
Disclaimer: I do not own amazingphil or danisnotonfire and this is fiction.
A/N: This is the sequel to Phil's Hoodie. :3 Since everyone kind of suggested it, I decided to give it a shot, and this is what I came up with. Enjoy <3
Dan awkwardly stood in front of Phil's door, hearing the older boy laughing at some video he was watching inside the room. The sound was enough to make Dan blush and wrinkle his nose nervously, shuffling his bare feet against the floor.
To say the very least, the whole hoodie incident that happened earlier that day ended up causing a plethora of new feelings and thoughts to bubble up from somewhere deep inside Dan..... And now he had to deal with them before they drove him absolutely mad.
"Phil?" Dan asked quietly, stepping into the room, his lower lip trapped between his teeth.
Looking up from his laptop, Phil offered Dan a happy, lighthearted smile,
Genre:fluffy horror? Maybe?
Warinings:Slender man if he counts
Disclaimer: I don't own Danisnotonfire,AmazingPhil and Slenderman
Author's Note: This is my first Phanfic and I honestly don't know why or how my brain though of this :/ Also grammer is not my strong point. But you know this is something different.
Phil ran in the forest trying to find that oone person he was looking for. But of corse he was having horrible luck.
"I know you're there watching" Phil yelled into the darkness stoping to catch his breath. "I know you're there!"
But nothing answered him.
"Fuck." Phil mumbled siting down.
The blue eyeed man just didn't get it. He has been in this forest forever. Shouldn't he be at least dead? Why hasn't the man he was looking for shown himself yet?
He knew he wasn't a rumor.
He knew he wasn't a myth.
He knew he was his Dan.
Phil looked up and saw him. He jumped to hs feet, but poor Phil made the mistake of blinking and just like that
Kitten - PHAN - DRABBLEFandom: YouTube
Pairing: Phan (AmazingPhil/danisnotonfire)
"I want a kitten." The youngest of the pair declares, opening up Google in order to look into the various ways of obtaining aforementioned kitten.
"Why? Cats hate people. A lion would be way cooler." The other boy chips in, walking over to sit with his companion.
"I want a kitten, Phil! This place needs more cute."
Phil's face lights up in a grin and he runs out of the room, only to return a few seconds later with a marker-pen in hand. He uses it to attack Dan's face with ink, artfully drawing on cat whiskers.
"Cutest kitten around."
Dan Howell love storyYou lean back, abandoning the controller into the expanse of grey couch beside you. Leaning back you feel his warmth, and can't resist to twist your body to let your head rest on his shoulder and your arms wrap around his torso. "You aren't gonna play?" he asked. You tuck your knees into his lap, huddling around him like a moth to a flame. His warmth felt so good always, but especially in winter, when the cold air air would practically force the both of you to walk in each others arms. Not that either of you minded.
"I love to watch you, Dan." you say, burying your nose into his shoulder,smelling the soft scent of home, detergent, light cologne and even the sweet smell of grass. Where he found enough grass in London to carry the smell, you didn't know.
Dan gently set his controller aside and adjusted you so you lay more comfortably. In turn wrapping his arms around you. You look up and see Dan watching you. You tilt your head so it is in alignm
Phan- Dark Side Epilogue
POV: First Person : Phil
Summary: Bullying, self finding, intense stuff like that.
Song request while reading: Hall of Fame- The Script
I sat in the Starbucks, hand resting on my cooling latte absently, staring off into space. The quietly playing music that blared from the speakers was muted against deaf ears, and my gaze was obscured by a fine blur.
I had not forgotten him.
I had been sitting there for an hour, people passing in front of blind eyes, and my latte grew cold in my tight grip. It was as if I was trying to hold onto my sanity.
I drew my hand from the paper cup, which remained untouched. I took a deep breath and pulled my university applicant forms from my backpack, unfolding them and placing them in front of me. But I couldn't bring myself to take out a pen. What was the use?
My face, a shell within itself, was etched with a single look. Dull.
I didn't smile anymore, I hadn't for two years. I could never shake the feeling that Dan..had been my fault.
Cassette- Short (Phan)
C is for Cassette
I missed him. I missed him a lot.
Phil, that was. He left just two months ago. I wasn't quite sure why, but he left. The sole trace of his existence in my life was a vague note- folded- on my bedside table the next morning. He said he wanted to chase his dreams or something. It hurt.
It hurt so much.
I wish I'd read the signs..I should've noticed his peculiar behavior the time summing up to his disappearance. His quiet murmurs, the avoided eye contact.
Why did you leave me Phil.
I placed the last of my cardboard boxes into the trailer. I was moving. Today.
I couldn't afford the flat anymore, for it was too big, too flashy, and most of all, far too expensive. So I had decided to embark on my own journey to London, find myself while I was alone, maybe even chase my dreams. Just like Phil did.
I walked steadily back into the apartment, my heart dropping like a stone. It was so...bare, so cold. All of my stuff had vanished, and all of the share
5:20i went to the forest
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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