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Phan: It Means Nothing [Part 15]
His arms were draped around him, holding him close, so close he could smell the scent of raspberry from his shower gel on his pale skin. He traced his fingers along his chest, around his nipples, curling his chest hair beneath his fingertips. He could see his eyes moving beneath his closed lids, his lashes brushing his lightly blushing cheeks. Dan reached up to trace his index finger along Phil's bottom lip, parting them as his hot breath brushed Dan's forehead.
Dan felt his lips move under his fingertips as Phil murmured groggily, "What are you doing Dan?"
"Nothing," came his soft reply and he reached up in the other's embrace to kiss him, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as Phil kissed him back.
"What was that for?" Phil asked and Dan shrugged, wrapping his arms around Phil's waist as he replied, "I wanted to."
"Good enough for me," Phil smiled and kissed Dan's forehead, snuggling closer as he sighed, "Shall we stay in bed a little longer?"
Dan nodded and closed his eyes as he murm
A Horrible Love SongWhatever happened to us?
I thought that it was love at first sight,
I guess it was a lie,
Like all those ones you told me before,
Although I swallowed them whole,
Like sleeping pills,
To a happy land,
Where we smiled and held hands,
And I was happy with you.
Whatever happened to the times we spent together?
Did they mean nothing to you at all?
I thought what we had was special,
But apparently not,
You tore out my heart,
With your harsh words,
And now I'm alone.
Do you remember when we came here,
For the first time,
On a snowy night,
In the middle of Winter,
We had a cup of tea,
Instead of coffee,
And read our books in the booth,
In the corner of the cafe.
But do you remember when,
We ran into the Autumn leaves,
Sang songs beneath the willow trees,
And laughed along to old love songs,
From long ago,
Before our time,
When things were only black and white,
Just me and you.
I miss the days that we hung out,
Just sitting in the Summer sun,
Soaking up the golden rays,
While we closed our eye
Phan: Blood Vessel [Part 13]
Closing the door and stripping of his coat and shoes, Phil wandered into his bedroom and collapsed upon his bed, eyes closed as he groaned. He had gone out for a drink and instead saved a life.
A smile tugged at his lips, but only slightly; he had saved a life, given the unfortunate woman another chance.
And yet he had changed her into this... into this...
He furrowed his brows and buried his head into his duvet. He tried to remember her joyful face upon realizing she would be able to grow up with her baby girl; that her child would still have her mother and she in turn would still have her baby.
Phil remembered feeling that way when he was dying; being scared of never seeing anyone he loved ever again. Mainly Dan and that had somewhat shocked him. Through thoughts of his family and friends, Dan had come to mind first and had been what he blurted out to the mysterious vampire who had changed him.
Looking up, his blue eyes met brown and held as the tanned male stood sti
Writing"Make love to me," she breathed and how could he refuse her, this beautiful goddess with her hair cascading around her snow white shoulders?
"Always," he murmured against her sweet lips that tasted like sugar and he drew her closer as she smiled against his kiss.
Pulling her close, he wrapped her up in his strong arms and placed his lips upon hers as she breathed a contented sigh. Her eyes fluttered shut, her long lashes brushing her rose dusted cheeks and he captured her mouth with a gentle kiss filled with love.
She moved closer, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a jigsaw. She slipped her arms around his middle and pulled him closer still. The bed sheets shifted on their bare skin and their lips parted, air filling their lungs again.
Resting their foreheads together, he sighed happily and she traced circles on his lower back as she whispered, "I love you."
He did not skip a beat as his heart flipped in his chest and he whispered truthfully, "I love you too," and kissed
I Love You [Poem]All the stars in the sky,
Every one that you see,
Every one that is there,
And every one that once was,
Is how much,
I love you.
Madness Returns: Welcome To Wonderland
Her hair was scruffy, curls limp and lifeless, hanging down to her shoulders which were covered with a striped, dirt ridden shirt, an equally filthy pinafore worn over that. Her skirt was dark, her stockings black and blending into her black shoes with scuffed silver buckles.
Walking through the murky streets of London, her outfit kept her unnoticed as she blended into the surroundings, becoming lost in the fog of factories. The sun shone through dimly and illuminated her sickly white skin, her green eyes looking up with wonder at the sudden light that quickly faded again.
Her heels clicked upon the cobblestones and men glanced at her with loud whispers, wondering if she was another poor soul willing to please them for money while others looked to her and recognized her as the mad child who killed her family in a fire. She despised them all and kept her eyes away from their stares.
A soft meow and she looked to the side where a thin, white cat with a dirty coat licked its paw and hit i
Phan: Kiss On The Cheek
Dan was up way past the usual bedtime of the rest of Britain, estimating that he was now in the time zone for New York as he clicked and dragged another video clip into place and began adding the special effects. He would try and come up with something to tweet about how this video was the next coming of Jesus or something equally ridiculous. His sleep deprived brain could not think of anything at the moment as he added a flying Nyan cat to soar past his screen.
As his eyes began to droop and his fingers fumbled with the mouse, he felt slender arms wrap around his shoulders and draw him back, his head now resting against a shoulder as ebony hair tickled his cheek. He relaxed into the embrace as he murmured, "Hey Phil."
He dragged another clip into place, edited out the part where he mucked up his words and listened to the steady rhythm of Phil's breath that barely brushed against his cheek. His chin was resting on Dan's shoulder, his eyes watching the screen as Dan continued to edit an
I think I am beginning to run out of words to describe how I feel... shame really. Even my thoughts are beginning to die. There used to be so many of them running around inside my mind but now... silence. Well, not entirely. But mostly they have just... stopped. Stopped running. Flying. Whatever it is that they did. They have just stopped moving altogether. Maybe my thoughts are tired. Tired of themselves. They are all the same anyway. I bet they are sick of each other and their constant whining and moaning. I know I am.
The problem is that I am tired. But it is not just the physical type of tired. I am tired. Just tired. And to be honest, I am not sure what I am tired of. Myself maybe. Or my thoughts. Or life. Or things. I have yet to work it out.
My head hurts. How unfortunate on my part.
I feel numb. How empty.
Your BodyTitle: Your Body
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst (Hurt & Comfort)
Warnings: Slash, upset Phil?
Disclaimer: I do not own Dan or Phil, this didn't happen.
The episode finished and the credits started to roll. Phil wiped away some tears, which he would always deny, he was a man for god sakes, but that episode was really emotional. He'd been watching Buffy, of course, and Joyce had just died. Even though he knew it was inevitable, and he'd seen it before, it never failed to make him tear up. He closed his laptop and decided to go to bed. It was only eight, but that episode had drained him a little. Dan would shut all the lights off anyway, since he stayed up 'till at least three in the morning. He changed into his pyjamas and slipped quietly into bed. A thought dashed across his mind. What if you came home and Dan was lying on the sofa, unmoving? Phil shook his head of the thought and shut his eyes. That was silly, Dan would always be there.
Phan: The 15:28 to London - Part 2/2Title: The 15:28 to London
Author: Ellie Galaxies
Genre: Fluffy smut
Rating: Suitable for everyone!
Warnings: Smut, smut, lovely romantic smut.
Author's Note: If you haven't read the first part, go to the link in the description! Hope you enjoy it!
On the night of our three month 'anniversary', I took Phil to that expensive Italian restaurant he'd talked about wanting to go to. He talked to me about his videos and I listened intently as he told me about the amount of subscribers he'd gained recently and how much attention he was getting. We shared a pizza because Phil was too scared to try any of the other foods in case he didn't like it and I 'wasted my money on him'. I could never 'waste' money on him.
As we walked back to the train station, hand in hand, he smiled and swung our hands gently. "Is your roommate home tonight?" He asked quietly, his breath visible in the cold December air.
I shook my head, "No, I'm home alone until I go to my
Phan - Young forbidden love. -Part 2-Phan - Young forbidden love. -Part 2-
Genre - Fluffy stuff to come soon.
Rating/age - any age.
Warnings - like...one swear word.
Disclaimer - I don't own Dan/Phil.
Notes - see down below!
Crap! My phone. I ran back to my room, but not fast enough. “Mitch! Put my phone down, I told you not to mess with my things.” I told my brother, younger brothers were so annoying
“Who's Phil? Is it the same Phil that comes over and you two just stay in your room all day?” Mitch asked knowing the obvious answer. I grabbed my phone back
“the one and only,” I muttered, “now, get out of my room!” I said pointing towards the door.
“I'm telling mum and dad that you're sending dirty texts to Phil!” Mitch yelled as he ran out of my room. I blushed, they weren't dirty texts...wait..tell mum? TELL DAD? Shit.
“Mitch get back here!” I yelled running after him, I wasn't fast enough because by the time I reached him he was already in our mo
Phan: All I Want For Christmas Is YouCheck out the Phandom Advent Calender here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thr_O8BvuQs
"It's far too early to start getting excited for Christmas." Dan frowned, "It's only December 1st."
Phil ignored him and continued to put up the decorations around their flat, listening to the Michael Bublé Christmas album - the one he listened to every Christmas. It was his favourite.
"Seriously, we can put the decorations up later. It's far too early for Christmas now." Dan groaned, watching as Phil stood on his tiptoes to put the fairy lights around the window.
"You're my boyfriend. You're meant to be supporting me!" He laughed a little.
Dan rolled his eyes and stood up off the sofa, wrapping his arms around Phil's waist from behind and tucking the tips of his fingers into the waistband of his jeans. "I am supporting you. It's just too early for Christmas." He laughed quietly and kissed Phil's neck gently.
Phil blushed and tilted his head to one side, "It's not too early for Christmas."
Monster - Part 2"Peej... I'm going to take Phil home." Dan said quietly, rubbing PJ's back. PJ was still trembling, sobs wracking through his thin frame. Chris hadn't let him eat much, convinced PJ would get fat again.
"P-Please, don't leave me here t-tonight." He begged, looking up at him. His green eyes were large and watering, full of fresh tears, threatening to spill down his face again.
"Just for tonight. Then we'll come and get you out of here. I promise." Dan pressed a kiss to PJ's forehead.
"Okay." PJ nodded a little reluctantly, he knew he'd get beaten for what had happened earlier.
"I need to get back to them, I said I was just going to the loo." Dan pulled away, putting his hands on PJ's shoulders. "You're going to be okay tonight, right?"
"I don't think so, no..." PJ hiccuped, wiping his tears with the backs of his hands. Dan sighed, he hated the fact that he had to leave PJ with his abuser, but until he and Phil had a proper plan, he knew he couldn't do anything.
"Try and stay safe.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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