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Ok since I’m close to 100 followers, I decided to have a giveaway.

Rules:

-You have to follow me

-Reblog this post (likes are an extra entry)

-This will end when I get 100 followers

There is going to be 3 winners

First Prize:

-A fic written by me, prompt from you (preferably Sander Sides, but I’d be willing to write another fandom) [No NSFW]

-A Sander Sides hat (homemade)

-A piece of art (homemade)

Second Prize:

-A Sander Sides hat (homemade)

-A piece of art (homemade)

Third Prize:

-A Sander Sides Hat Or A Piece of art (chose)

“im sorry. oh wait no, actually, im not. for one nobody will give a damn anyways. the fact that ill soon be 6ft under doesnt matter, we’ll all be dead sooner or later, and i decided sooner. because everyone seems to hate me. because i hate myself. because it doesnt even matter. killing myself-its whatever. nobody will care. ive thought about this for a long time and i decided tonight is the night. pretty much everyone was jerks to me anyways. i dont even know what the point of this stupid fucking letter is, but youre probably hoping im going to say that it isnt your fault. well it is your fault. most of you, my family. probably only one of my friends, but she isnt really my friend anymore anyways. this letter is very rambley but i honestly dont care. these are my last thoughts on this earth. im trying to savor my last moments but its difficult when all you want is to die. im tired of pain, mentally, physically, emotionally. im tired of being stuck in this body that isnt mine. im tired of everything. im tired of life, so im ending it. goodbye. im not sorry.”

goodbye, take care.

Do you love Dan and Phil? Do you want to make new friends? Well, this is the place for you!

If you wish to participate in this creative competition/scavenger hunt, grab your sharpie and draw those whiskers and sign up now for the Phandom Games, all you have to do it Fill Out This Form and reblog this post. (From January 12th to January 26)

This competition will start February 2nd at 8pm EST and end February 11th at 8pm EST!

Now if you are wondering what is it that you will be doing, let us explain. We have decided on 10 types of challenges:

~ Phan art: digital, traditional to coffee or sharpies. Draw Dan and Phil or one of the other in whatever Phanart challenge you come across.

~ Phanfic: write a story in five words, or one related to explain an art piece. Even an original piece. Let your imagination free with any challenge that comes to be

~ Edit/collage: photoshop you heart content, aesthetics to dan and Phil as Shiba Inu. What could possibly happen?

~ Hunt: Gamemakers are kinda tricky as they challenge you to find easy or hard items or things related to something Dan and Phil

~ Design: It may be anything related to crafting, making merch, or designing something else.

~Video: Wanna be the next dan and Phil. Well you can as you may reenact old videos or film a song or dance

~ Truth or dare: Anything

Truth: What is the weirdest thing you did as a kid

Dare: sing the ladder song backwards.

~ Fan experience: Share memories of what it’s like to be a Phangirl or what your reaction would be if senpai ever notices you.

~ Fandoms collide: Ever wanted to know what dan and Phil be like in different situations. If Dan was a mean girl or Phil was in Dear Even Hanson. Any possible could come across

~ Replay: Redo a favorite challenge from the past.

Dan watched Phil worriedly over the lid of his laptop.

“Why is the milk out?!” he snapped.

“You got it out earlier to make yourself some cereal, darling,” said Dan gently.

“Oh.” He was cleaning, almost frantically, wiping over the tabletop, hoovering the carpet, dusting the corners. He began setting up his video camera, and started a video. 

“Hey guys! So, I just got back from the market, where they were selling these-” 

“Phil,” said Dan softly. 

Phil looked up, almost irritated. “I’m filming,” he said, gesturing to the camera. 

“You need to slow down. You’re throwing yourself into work-” 

“You’re so here and there! Don’t do anything! Start doing things again!”

“When I said doing things, I meant get out of bed, talk about him again. Do you really think he’d have wanted you to sit here-”

“You don’t know what he wanted,” growled Phil, standing suddenly. “I’m going out.”

“Phil-”

“I said I’m going out. Are you my husband or my jailer?!” he snarled.

“Phil!”

Phil simply pulled on a jacket, ignoring Dan’s apology, before slamming the door shut behind him, immediately beginning to cry again. The one thing he had promised himself, no matter what, was that he’d never take his anger out on Dan. Dan was just trying to help. Everyone was. He walked outside, continuing to walk, not allowing himself to stop until he was completely unfamiliar with the area he was in.

The sun was beginning to set now, the weather getting colder, and it was beginning to rain, too. Phil pulled his jacket tighter around himself, pulling up the hood and wiping his eyes. He couldn’t see too well- crying made his contacts fog up- and now he was alone in an unfamiliar part of the city, without anyone to turn to.

He missed him.

He hated that he was taken too soon. He couldn’t say his name, that would only make him break again. He needed someone else. He couldn’t keep pushing everyone away.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he took it out.

Dan: 13 missed calls

Mum: 3 missed calls

Dan: 27 unread messages

Dan: 4 voicemails

Dad: 1 missed call

Cornelia: 2 missed calls

Shivering, he went to his contacts, hitting one of them and holding the phone up to his ear.

“Hey, it’s Martyn! Leave a message since I’m way too busy doing things that are more important than answering my phone, and I’ll call you back soon!”

“Come back,” whispered Phil, beginning to cry again. “I don’t know what to do without you. Come back, please.”

He turned off the call, before noticing one more thing. Martyn: 1 voicemail

Why was there a previously unnoticed voicemail? How had it only shown up now? Was Martyn… alive? Was he okay? Was the car accident, all of it, some insane dream?

“Hi Philly. Just calling to say that I’m on my way to the photoshoot for the new merch. I think people are really gonna love it. It’s the perfect mix of you both, y’know? You and Dan. I really don’t tell you this often enough, but I’m really, really proud of you. You’ve made a name for yourself, doing what you love, with the person you love the most, and I couldn’t be happier for you. Anyway, I’ll see you later. Bye!”

He looked up at the empty park in front of him, his lip trembling. Martyn. Martyn had sent that message four days ago. Four days ago, when his car had ended up in a wreck and he’d passed on, surrounded by his family. Four days, when Phil’s life had turned upside down. Since he had begun ignoring Twitter, instead throwing himself into making video after video, tweeting without replying to anyone, pretending nothing was wrong.

Since he had begun pushing Dan away.

Phil called a taxi, and got himself dropped back home. He walked up each flight of stairs, dry-eyed and calmer than he’d been for a while. Pulling his keys out of his pocket, he unlocked the door and walked inside.

Dan looked up from his phone, his eyes swollen and red and his hands shaking. He stood, gingerly approaching Phil. His hands came up to touch Phil’s face, to move his wet hair away from his forehead. 

“Is this how it feels when I disappear?” whispered Dan.

“Yeah. That’s exactly how it feels.”

“Please don’t leave me again.”

“I never will.”

“I’m so sorry,” whispered Dan, throwing his arms around Phil’s neck and hugging him tightly, beginning to sob silently. “I’m so sorry that I can’t help you. I’m so sorry about Martyn. I wish I could just- I just wish-”

“Bear, no,” breathed Phil gently. “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten angry with you. I shouldn’t have pushed you away.” He kissed Dan gently. “Truth is, I thought I could do this alone, but I can’t. I love you.”

“I love you more. Please, please give yourself time. It’ll be okay.”

He nodded. “Let’s go to bed. It’s late, and you’re tired, I can tell.”

Dan bit his lip, still crying. “I tried to be strong for both of us, but I think we both need… need time. Martyn… he was the older brother I never had. I’m so sorry.”

“I need you, Dan, okay? Don’t apologise. You being here is enough. You being here is everything.” He kissed him. “You are everything. And we’re gonna be okay.”

I am so excited, been planning this one a bit

Description: Dan wears varsity jackets and Phil wears leather jackets. The two would never be caught together, but all thanks to a party, Dan’s godawful phone service, and an argument over who would top, they become friends. With benefits. Minus the friends part.

Genre: smut. So smut. Just smut in this part. I promise they’ll be some plot in there in the next part.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: alcohol, adult language, adult content, attempted rape (Phil rescues him don’t worry)

Tags: phan smut, fingering, daddy kink, degradation, anal sex, rough sex, dirty talk, jock!dan, punk!phil

Part Two: A Coffee Kind of Love

Part Three: A Milkshake Kind of Love

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Dan craved, yet despised Phil. They were the same, yet different. Phil wore leather jackets and had an armful of tattoos. Dan wore a letterman jacket and had a phone full of numbers. Phil spent his Friday nights spray painting walls and making memories while Dan spent those same nights playing for their school football team. (American football for clarification.) The only reason they met was because of Dan’s crappy phone service. It was because of FakeMobile that any of this ever happened. It was the third game of the season and Chris was hosting an after game party. Dan reluctantly attended, not allowing him to either smoke nor drink. That unfortunately led to him being the only one who could drive to get more beer. “I’m not gonna help get you drunk.” Dan had said. “I will, however, come back with soda.” Chris rolled his eyes, but stuffed the money in his hand and sent him on his way. Now Dan wasn’t familiar with this neighborhood so he used his phone’s GPS to find the nearest gas station. He was halfway there when the GPS stopped working. Dan pulled over and groaned at his luck. This would only happen to him. After getting over his initial distress, he got out of the car to find someone who could give him directions. There had to be someone there. He walked randomly for a few blocks when he heard an odd hissing sound. Dan followed it around the corner to see that the sound was from a spray paint can. Dan was about to leave when he realized that he knew the man. “Lester?” Dan called. “Is that you?” Phil jumped and started to run when he saw that it was just Dan. “Oh, it’s just you. Thought you were the cops.” He returned to his paints and continued painting the wall. Dan frowned and walked up next to Phil to see the mural. It was an angel. “So what are you doing here, Howell?” Phil asked somewhat mockingly. “Shouldn’t you be off, I don’t know, catching a football or something?” Dan snorted at that. “The game ended hours ago. What games runs to 1am?” Phil shrugged and shook his can of paint. Dan covered his face with his shirt and coughed at the fumes. When it was safe for him to come out, he did. “Hey, can you help me? I’m trying to get back to Chris’s place.” Phil frowned and eyed the jock up and down. He didn’t know why he was at this part of town in the middle of the night, but something told him that Dan wasn’t up to anything sketchy. “Yeah, come with me.” Phil said. “I’m parked round the corner.” “Oh, actually I drove here so my car is-” “I’m not getting in your car.” Dan felt a little insulted at that. He had a very nice Prius Hybrid that was incredibly fuel efficient. Phil started walking away and Dan followed. They went around the corner and Dan frowned. “There aren’t any cars here.” He stated. Phil chuckled and mounted his bike. “Bingo. Hop on, 18.” “I’m actually 17.” “I meant your number.” Phil laughed, gesturing towards one of the patches on Dan’s letterman. “That’s what you are on the team, yeah? Number 18?” Dan nodded dumbly and found himself climbing onto the bike as well. “Do you have any protective gear?” Phil took his helmet and handed it to Dan. “You need this more than I do.” “Well actually if we crash then we both need it the same amount.” “I meant you need it for the peace of mind, princess. I don’t crash.”

Dan was about to make another snide comment when Phil started with a jerk. His arms squeezed the older boy’s torso tightly as they zoomed through the street. He suddenly got the horrid fear of falling off. Phil started laughing when they arrived at their destination. Dan was still clutching onto him with his face buried in his jacket. This was their receiver? “Hey princess, we’re here.” Dan practically dove off the bike, trying to act like he wasn’t terrified for his life. He thanked Phil and thought that would be that, but as he turned towards the house, he felt a hand grab his wrist. “Hold it princess, gotta lock my bike. Wait up.” Dan’s brows furrowed as Phil did this. Was he planning on joining the party? This question was answered by Phil brushing past Dan and heading into the house. Slightly confused, he followed him in as well. The moment they entered, they were greeted by a drunk Chris. “Daaaaaaaaaaan!” He cheered. “Alcohol is here!” “I told you I was getting you morons soda.” “Then where’s the soda?” Chris asked, patting Phil’s cheeks. “Looooook it’s Philly Phil Phillip.” Phil used a hand and held Chris away from him. Dan took that opportunity to slip away, having neglected to purchase the soda. Everyone in the house was either high or drunk. Being sober, Dan felt incredibly uncomfortable. Suddenly, an arm slunk around his shoulders. Dan jumped back a little before realizing it was just Phil. “Trying to sneak away, love?” He smirked. “C'mon, princess, why don’t you keep me company.” Dan took Phil’s arm and awkwardly removed it, but not before patting it in the most uncomfortable manner imaginable. “I’d actually rather not.” Phil shrugged and walked off to see if he could score any alcohol. Once rid of the leather clad punk, Dan took one more glance at the room of dancing morons and decided he was a bit too sober. Turns out Chris’s parents had a liquor cabinet that Phil very easily broke into. Six cocktails later, Dan was finally enjoying himself. He found himself dancing with some random boy. Normally he would never do that. Not because he’s not out, everyone knew he was bi, but because he was a bad dancer and found PDA obnoxious. Normal dancing wouldn’t be called PDA, but what they were doing definitely crossed the line into grinding. “You’re hot!” The slightly blurry man yelled over the music. “Wanna find a room?” “I already found one!” Dan laughed. “We’re in a room right now! Hey, a house is just a room full of rooms and WOAH I’m flying!” The mystery man had taken it upon himself to pick Dan up and throw himself over his shoulder and take him to a room himself. Dan wasn’t sober enough to comprehend the danger in this. “Whoooo!!! It’s a rollercoaster!” He cheered. “Yaaaaay!” The next thing he knew, he was being thrown onto a bed. Oh no, Dan felt his stomach churn at being tossed around. “I’m gonna have a sick!” The guy started to panic when Dan began laughing again. “Nevermind! All gone!”

A sigh of relief could be heard before the man crawled over Dan onto the bed. Daniel giggled and blew a raspberry. He thought he looked kinda funny and mentally decided to call him funny man. “You’re funny, funny man. Funny funny funmph-” He got interrupted by lips crashing onto his and got suddenly confused. Why was funny man covering up his mouth with his mouth. He whined and started whacking his shoulder. The weight on his body grew and Dan suddenly began to panic. Then suddenly, he wasn’t there. There was shouting in the room and it made Dan confused and distressed. He whined as put a pillow over his head. After a few moments of muffled shouting, the pillow got lifted from Dan’s face, but funny man wasn’t there.

It was Phil. Even with his distorted vision, he could make out the black fringe and the leather jacket any day. “Where is funny man?” He pouted. “Phillyyyy, why did-oh. Oh no.” “What is it?” Phil asked, full of concern. “I’m gonna have a sick!” Dan got up and tried to run to the bathroom, but fell down from his pants being around he ankles. “Phil, why are my pants down! I never took them off.” Phil watched him grumpily pull them up and run off to the bathroom to puke. What a mess. He decided to join a party just once and this happens. He was just looking for his friend PJ to say hi when he saw Marshaun carrying a very drunk Dan over his shoulder. His conscious told him to follow them and when he did he was met with a rather unpleasant sight. The quarterback was on top of an incredibly intoxicated Dan, kissing him VERY one-sidedly while pulling his trousers off. Adrenaline coursed through him as he marched over and yanked him off. “What the hell, man?!” Marshaun yelled, shoving Phil away. “I’m trying to get laid here.” “What the fuck us wrong with you, he obviously doesn’t want that! And you can’t sleep with someone that wasted, he can’t properly consent!” “He’s not saying no.” “He’s not saying yes!” Phil shouted, grabbing him by the collar. “Get out of my sight.” “What are you gonna do? I’m the quarterback, touch me and I can get you expelled.” Marshaun spat. “I could just tell everyone you’re gay.” They were interrupted by Dan groaning. The two turned to see him whining and curled up in a ball with a pillow over his head, still unaware that he hadn’t any bottoms. “I’ve gotta take care of this so you get off for now, but know I’m coming for you,” snarled Phil. “So get out of my sight.”

Marshaun glared at Phil and contemplated fighting him, but ultimately decided that keeping his sexuality a secret was top priority. Phil doesn’t know who he thought he was fooling, the moron walked through this house with a boy over his shoulder. The sound of Dan throwing up in the other room brought Phil back to reality. He rushed to the bathroom and saw Dan clutching the toilet as he vomited in it. Tears were streaming down his face as he retched. Phil honestly felt a little useless in that moment. His jacket slid off his shoulders and ended up around one very drunk football player. The blue-eyed boy sat down next to him and stroked his back. “Alright princess, just let it out.” He whispered. “Get all that alcohol out of your system.” Dan finished vomiting not too long after that. He looked at the punk through tear-blurred eyes and cracked a smile. “If I were to exhale slowly, you’d be hit vomit breath.” Phil wrinkled his mouth and shuffled through the counter for some mouthwash. He found a bottle and handed it to Dan who used it right away. After about six rinses with that, he finally felt cleanish. “Why’d you do that?” Dan asked, sitting at the foot of the bed. “Do what?” Phil was lying down across the bed, texting PJ. “Help me. Why did you help me? You didn’t have to.” The very question made Phil scoff. “What, and let you get raped? It’s a little something called humanity. Even felons have it, well, except for the rapists.” The older was shocked when Dan straddled him. “What kinda felony charges do you have?” “Um, vandalism and uh, possession with intent to- princess, what are you doing?” Dan had begun to grind on Phil. “You’re still drunk, this-oh wow-this is wrong.” “No I’m not! I puked out all the alcohol.” The receiver insisted. “C'mon, Philly. Let me properly thank you for saving me.” Phil eyed the boy skeptically. He was talking more coherently, but still. He didn’t want to risk it. Dan whined when a pair of strong hands grabbed his hips and stopped his movement. “Dan. You could still be drunk.” With a frustrated huff, the brunet got out of bed and walked on a straight line, remembering that it’s one of the sobriety tests. “See Phil? I’m all sobered up so why don’t you just let me fuck you?” That made Phil sputter and start to laugh. “You think you’d top me? Please, princess. You’re a bottom.” “Ding dong, you are wrong. I’m on the football team and you’re just a skinny boy in a leather jacket.” “Oh please. You’re a receiver, both on the field and in the bedroom.” The two glared at each other for a good minute before Dan dove onto Phil and began kissing him. Immediately, he felt pierced hips kiss him back and a hand grab the back of his neck. “You’re a pain in the ass.” Phil growled. “So I’m gonna be a pain in yours.” Dan desperately pushed Phil’s leather jacket off. “Fuck you, gonna fuck you so hard.”

They continued their battle for dominance as they undressed each other aggressively. Dan’s shirt was torn and in a pile on the floor next to Phil’s jeans, which had a newly broken button. When they were both in their boxers alone, Phil latched his mouth onto Dan’s neck and bit sharply. The effect was instantaneous. A loud moan broke through the room, Dan grabbed Phil’s shoulders, and he collapsed in his arms. “Fuck Phil, don’t stop doing that.” He painted. Phil smirked and used the newfound pleasure point against Dan. While sucking his neck, he laid the moaning boy down and began grinding down into his bulge. “You like that? Like it when Daddy kisses your neck, princess?” He purred against his neck. “Want me to fuck you and leave pretty little hickies all over you?” Dan moaned out at the name and nodded frantically, beginning to tear up a little. How had he never realized he was so sensitive there? Phil smirked at that and ripped their boxers off. Dan’s erect cock sprang to attention, red and begging to be touched. The moment it hit the cool air, Daniel began whimpering. Phil sat above him and teasingly drew a line up his prick with a single finger. It wasn’t near enough. “Stop teasing, Phil!” Dan’s hips thrust up, looking for more. “I need you.” “Need me to what?” “Need you to fuck me,” he continued, face red with embarrassment. “Please Phil.” “Fuck you how?” The naked of the two screamed in frustration. “Hard! Phil I need you to fuck be hard!”

“Sorry, I don’t know a Phil.”

“Daddyyyyyyy” Dan whined in defeat. There it is. Phil shuffled through the bedside drawer for some sort of lubricant. He found a tub of Vaseline that should be good enough. Then he turned to the pathetic excuse of a man on the bed and slipped a finger in without warning. Dan’s toes curled and he bit back a moan. He felt another finger start to push in and he clamped down on his bottom lip. Dan still had some dignity left and he didn’t want to loose it going crazy over just a few fingers. Which meant when Phil began pumping them in and out, Dan’s hand was clamped firmly over his mouth to muffle any moans. Phil wasn’t liking any of this. “C'mon princess, let me hear those pretty noises of yours,” he whispered against his ear. Dan looked at him through tear blurred eyes and shook his head defiantly. Phil glared at him and added a third finger, now drilling them into him at top speed. A loud scream could be heard all across the hall as the hand Dan was using was now twisted into the sheets. The knowledge that he could affect Dan that much with just three fingers turned Phil on to no extent. He withdrew them, making Dan whine. Phil wanted the boy and he wanted him now. He fit himself between his legs, grabbed his hips, and yanked him forwards. “Phil, c'mon, hurry up!” Phil smacked Dan’s ass, making him yelp. “Don’t be impatient, slut.” “Don’t call me thaAAH!” Dan’s voice came to a squeak. “Phil, oh my god.” Phil had pushed himself in, bottoming out in one slow, fluid thrust. Dan squirmed on his cock, adjusting to the sensation. The thrusts started slow, both reveling in the feeling of each other. Then Phil picked up the pace. He’d never been in an ass so tight. They were both openly bi, and Phil knew that the football player had dated boys before. “God you feel good. It’s like you’ve never been fucked before.” Dan blushed and didn’t look at Phil. His cheeks were flushed and little moans were spilling from his mouth. The punk frowned and stopped his thrusts, holding Dan from fucking himself down on his cock. “You have done this before, right?” “Yeah, of course I have!” Dan insisted before murmuring “jusnerbutomed.” Phil leaned down and grabbed Dan’s chin. “Use your words, big boy.” “I just,” Dan looked anywhere in the room besides Phil. “I’ve never bottomed before.”