Phan: Hobbit Hair
Phil could not help himself when Dan did this; he was too adorable when he fell asleep against Phil’s side, his legs tangling in Phil’s own and his arms wrapped tight around the other’s waist. Phil could always tell when Dan was getting sleepy and this time was no different; they had been watching TV when the brunette suddenly buried his head more snugly against his friend’s chest, his eyes slowly drifting shut until his body relaxed and his breathing became shallow, alerting Phil that he had fallen asleep.
He watched him now as his lashed brushed his cheeks and his eyes moved behind his eyelids, watching a dream unfold within his mind. He breathed deeply, shifted slightly in Phil’s embrace and resettled himself, seeking warmth from Phil as he slept on. Phil squeezed his shoulder, the arm around Dan’s shoulder moving so he could reach up and play with Dan’s hair. He had not bothered to straighten it today, his unruly curls framing his face and
Phan: Bully Me [Part 24]
"They were expelled. I mean, seriously, beating people up and carrying a knife? Jeez, some people."
Dan smiled at his freckled friend as she leaned against her blonde girlfriend, eating her apple and sharing it with the hazel eyed girl that leaned on her in turn. He leaned against his boyfriend and gave a small sigh.
He felt strong arms wrap around him and draw him closer and he smiled, glancing up into the crystal blue eyes of the other that looked down at him with a smile. They shared a quick kiss with a smile and Cerise rolled her eyes.
"Seriously, you two are worse than us," she looked up to her girlfriend with a smile before licking Lexie's lower lip and kissing her sweetly. Lexie giggled and kissed back lovingly.
The bell rung for the end of break and the couples rose from their seats upon the grass, brushing themselves off before linking hands with each other. Lexie giggled again as Cerise leaned close and whispered in her ear, nibbling her lobe while Phil wrapped his arm
phan - craigslistIt was a regular Saturday evening, and what was Dan doing? He was browsing Craigslist. It was all he had, really. His life was a shitty punk rock parade that he hit far off. He was a hermit, shut up.
He wasn't looking to sleep with anyone. He was looking for a friend, to do something with. Even though they'd end up being a fifty-yeat-old Estonian pedophile, it was still worth a shot, just in case he got the exception to the rule. 'Live adventurously,' his mom had always said, right?
He'd gone through the 'Platonic' m4m section ages ago, but he clicked to the tab anyways, just in case something actually interestinghad popped up.
That's when he saw it.
Seduce me with your wit, entertain me with your tales. - m4m - 19
Sunday nights are inherently boring.
Anyone fancy a chat? Open to anything from discussing Descartes Meditations to abstract art to the kinkiest thing you've ever done.
Surprise me, I dare you.
I'll be waiting.
Dan's fingers almost fucking itched.<
Phan: The Hunger Games - Part 18Title: Phan: The Hunger Games
Rating: Suitable for all ages :3
Warnings: CONTAINS SOME SPOILERS FOR THE FIRST BOOK IN THE HUNGER GAMES TRILOGY.
Author's Note: This fic is inspired by The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. Nearly finished this fic now ^____^ only like... 1 more part and an epilogue to do!
The creatures soon came into view and they slowly began to approach Chris, snarling as they walked along the forrest floor. "Don't watch." he said to Ellie, hanging his head, "I don't want you to see this."
"Chris, you can't die!" she shook her head, "You can't!"
"Listen to me, Ellie." He raised his head again to look at her, "You have to win. For me? Please? You have to."
"I can't, Chris." She shook her head and managed a half smile, her face still wet with tears, "You know I can't."
He looked down again, "I love you."
"I love you too. So, so much."
"Don't watch." He said again and Ellie turned aro
Breadline (Phan/Kickthestickz/Jean Hobbs) [Part 1]Some people live on the breadline, poverty, whatever you want to call it. Dan and Phil are just 2 of those people. Phil’s meagre wage struggling to keep the two afloat, him working all hours just to try and make ends meet. Hard life for the two lovers.
Let’s take a look inside the flat. 2 rooms: living room/kitchen/bedroom and bathroom. Little more than a bedsit really, barely larger of most people’s sitting room for the floor space of the entire flat. No cooker, just a hob and a dodgy microwave scrounged from the tip. It’s temperamental, but it does the job most of the time. No table, just a couple of fold up ikea chairs in the middle of the room. A mattress, single-sized and shared between the pair, is propped up against the far wall. A few plants decorate the windowsill, stolen from parks, and the place is painted a pleasant cream, though it is peeling at the corners. The lovers try to make sure the place isn’t a tip, but it’s hard when they only