prompt: Southview Boarding School isn’t a castle and Phil Lester isn’t royalty, but he has everything. His father owns the school, he’s popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – there are very few things that aren’t handed to him on a platter. Dan is a cleaner/Phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Everyone seems to take an aversion to the outsider, including Phil (at first).

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I’ve made one of my new year’s resolutions to put this thing back onto some kind of updating schedule. I don’t know what it’s going to be yet or whether I’m going to stick to it, but I’ll give it a shot :)

Update: im so sorry I wrote that note on the 3^rd of January it’s now the 24^th and im a mess but ill still try my best hAha

warnings: smoking, mentions of violence

Twenty-Two

“Just like the old days, this is,” Freddie grins, gazing up at the sky. Clouds part every now and then, giving way to idle twinkles of light against the blackness. “Us lot, out here, hiding from the cameras. It’s almost as if this year hasn’t happened, isn’t it?”

Phil gulps, the taste of tobacco souring in his mouth a little. The idea of smoking to relieve his stress suddenly doesn’t seem so smart anymore.

“Except we’re missing someone, aren’t we?” Violet chimes in, feigning sickly innocence. “Where’s your best friend, Phil? Too bad he couldn’t join us.”

“He’s not my best friend,” Phil mutters bitterly.

“Must be a real bummer being cooped up inside on your own when everyone else is free, mustn’t it?” Freddie comments.

“Good,” Phil bites back. “The further he is away from me, the better.”

“Someone’s touchy,” Violet comments. “I never remembered you being so scathing, Phil.”

“I do,” Freddie comments. “You were probably thrilled when his tag got extended.”

“Yeah; it’s such a travesty my father actually gave him the punishment he deserved,” Phil puts his hand on his heart in mock-sorrow and fuck, why can’t he just keep his mouth shut?

“You’re saying it’s justified to give him a three month tag extension for something out of his control?” Freddie raises his eyebrows, huffing out a surprised breath. “Wow. I guess being a self-righteous wanker really does run in the family.”

“Look, if you’re here to lecture me on my gene pool, I want nothing to do with it,” Phil rolls his eyes.

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prompt: Southview Boarding School isn’t a castle and Phil Lester isn’t royalty, but he has everything. His father owns the school, he’s popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – there are very few things that aren’t handed to him on a platter. Dan is a cleaner/Phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Everyone seems to take an aversion to the outsider, including Phil (at first).

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Im sorry if this kinda sucks my laptop is literally too hot for me to write properly on bc of this fucking WEATHER wtf England pls cool down I need to write things

The UK sees a lil bit of sun for the first time in about 300 years and mcr (nearly) rose from the dead. What a week it’s been.

Anyway I hope this is ok!! Writing on a laptop with a broken fan in thirty degree weather really wasn’t the best idea but I hope I did ok somehow?? Maybe???

(for anyone outside the UK, ‘Timpson’ is a key cutting company btw)

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Thirteen

They wake up with their limbs still tangled together.

When Phil rolls into consciousness, bleary eyes and an untidy fringe, the first thing he notices is Dan’s arm slung loosely around his waist. He gulps, trying to keep as still and as casual as possible, but it turns out sharing a bed with a very attractive cleaner doesn’t do his attempts at nonchalance any justice whatsoever. Dan’s still lying on his side, his body touching Phil’s back and one of his legs overlapping Phil’s and okay, shit. They’re definitely spooning now.

The window’s slightly open and a summer breeze is ruffling the curtains, which Phil’s quite thankful for considering the fact it’s beginning to get a little hot underneath here. He doesn’t quite know how to go about moving in the situation he’s in; if Dan’s asleep, he doesn’t really want to wake him up

In the end, he whispers a thin “are you awake?” into the morning silence. It’s audible enough for Dan to hear it, but quiet enough for it not to wake him up if he’s asleep.

“Yeah,” the reply comes a few seconds later. Phil jumps a bit, having not been expecting an actual response. “Um. Have been for a while.”

“Right,” Phil nods, trying not to think about Dan’s legs intertwining with his. Fuck, are they not going to talk about this?

“Did you sleep well?” Dan breaks his train of thought.

“Er- yeah, fine,” Phil stutters. Despite the minor incident that had broken his sleep, it had been a very comfortable night. “You?”

He regrets it almost as soon as he says it. He’d only been trying to search for conversation, something to distract himself from the fact that Dan’s consciously cuddling him and isn’t fucking moving away, but he doesn’t particularly want to bring up anything Dan doesn’t want to talk about.

Dan’s quiet for a few moments, before a mumble follows. “Er- yeah,” he sighs. “Been better, but-… yeah.”

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prompt: Southview Boarding School isn’t a castle and Phil Lester isn’t royalty, but he has everything. His father owns the school, he’s popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – there are very few things that aren’t handed to him on a platter. Dan is a cleaner/Phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Everyone seems to take an aversion to the outsider, including Phil (at first).

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As it goes, right now it’s literally Thursday night it’s like 2am and I only just realised I haven’t written any of this yet. Who’s proud of me????

I cant believe the amount of pokemon go references in this chapter I s2g I haven’t even got the fucking app myself WHY am I like this

also things will probably get progressively emo from here onwards. The rise of Emo Dan has begun

warnings: mention of anxiety/panic attacks (kinda), nightmares, not rllllly smut but just kinda ??? sexual tension??? Idk this was a mess lol 

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Twelve

Since he’d been warned about the school’s stupidly high security, Dan has been taking extra precautions when it comes to his midnight walks. Phil, on the night of being caught in the undercroft, had given him a specific list of places to avoid, paths that should only be crossed with the lightest tiptoes (such as the one behind the Senior Management boarding house) and CCTV blind spots like the back of the Sports Hall, which is where Dan is sat now.

It’s not like he does anything outrageous enough to have a reason to be hiding from the cameras lurking around the school. He doesn’t smoke, doesn’t do drugs, rarely drinks and keeps well away from the cornered-off areas of the school where access is forbidden and heavy punishments are at stake. It’s just- well, it’s just what he’s always done, really. There’s nothing quite like leaving the hell of a full working day with the sunset and escaping into the night for a while.

Because apparently, a few hours under the stars, sitting on the side of the path or a bench (maybe even the roof of somewhere if he can get to it), huddled up in his dressing gown shaking like a leaf in the cold is apparently his idea of leisure.

But it’s peaceful. The stress of the day’s work, the anxiety and the smashed plates and aggressive colleagues and customers who don’t leave tips, all seem to melt away as soon as he tilts his head up and sees the stars. He’ll try his best to ignore the foggy mess of worries and dark thoughts and creeping anxiety and instead try to focus on the glittering pinpoint lights above him and wonder what makes the universe exist.

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So this was supposed to be my pbb fic before I dropped out bc ~reasons~ but I figured I’d still finish and post it anyway. I’m sorry this has been so long coming; I’ve been working on this on and off since july, I’ve had to weave it in and out of my suddenly hectic schedule consisting of work, a-levels, and more work ever since I’ve started college, I’ve changed and rewritten and altered so many little things it’s nearly driven me crazy over the course of those months so now I’m just so glad I’m finally able to share this with you. It isn’t much, I guess, but I hope it’s enough.

I really took to this prompt. I live in an area that stands in a strange middle ground between rural and urban. I come from a fairly big town in which I’ve lived my whole life, I’m no stranger to traffic and congestion and crowds and buildings, and London; the capital, the biggest, brightest, most densely populated city in England sits only about forty-five minutes away from me. Somehow, despite this, where I live I’m also surrounded by miles and miles of desolate countryside with no signal or sight of another person after so little as a ten minute drive out of the town; meaning I’m surrounded by the stars. Which, if you know me, subsequently means I spend a lot of time looking at them. Although they’re both polar opposites, I feel as if I relate to and make up the elements of both Dan and Phil in this fic.

(Also I had a slight obsession with this song over the summer which is why a lot of it is based on it lol)

Thank you to my lovely beta Aqua for being an absolute star with this fic. You’re literally one of the best betas I’ve ever had and I’d literally love to work with you again (pls). Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me with this fic, whether it be picking out my overuse of semi-colons or suggesting different swear words for me to use (I love being an actual sinner!). I love you so so much, and I can’t wait to actually mEET you tomorrow so we can get cheeky Nando’s and go to Waitrose like the tru Sussex ladies we are xxxxx

Thank you to my equally lovely beta readwritewatchrepeat for being so patient with me throughout this; I really really appreciate how supportive you’ve been over these past couple of months what with the dropout and stuff, and I’d love to work with you again in the future <3

Thank you to my (unofficial) artist Abi for this beautiful song. Abi, you’re the most talented person ever and I love and appreciate every single song you’ve ever written for a fic of mine. You’re one of the most incredible, beautiful, kind, caring, and just fucking adorable people I know, inside and out, and I’m still not certain what I did to deserve to have you in my life, but I’m so glad you’re here. Quite a bit of this fic was written with you in mind after the song you wrote (and the dream I had) so I hope you like it. I love you so, so much, and I’ll see you in my dreams (hehe). <3

Ok I’ll shut up now so u can read the fic instead of my emo rambles

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prompt: 2009 au where phil and his family own a campground/cabins in an area that is known for stargazing and phil has lived his entire life there, therefore knowing a lot about stars. dan and his family come from the city to said campground because dan is a nerd and asked to come there for his birthday.

words: 33k (woah wtf)

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stargazer

ˈstɑːɡeɪzə/

noun

1.    A person who gazes at or observes the stars

2.      A daydreamer

3.    An impractical idealist

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prompt: Dan and Phil are both sons of rich families and are sent to ballroom dancing lessons. Because there is a shortage of girls, Dan and Phil end up as partners. Phil really doesn’t want to be there and Dan doesn’t either, but is so frustrated by the fact Phil doesn’t want to dance with him he is determined to get him to.

a/n: LADS hi i wrote this like 46 years before today im on a roll i love organisation anywau i hope this is okay help

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Seventeen

Vienna is pretty.

Fuck, Vienna is beautiful. It’s intricate. Otherworldly. Dan doesn’t know. He can’t just select one adjective to perfectly fit the appearance of the city he’s just stepped out of a plane into.

He can sense Phil’s in the same state of awe, because he’s gone quiet too. In the midst of the excited chatter flooding their surroundings, they’ve both taken to simply standing on the stone stairs of the airport in a state of silent admiration, and it’s the longest Dan thinks Phil’s gone all evening without talking.

He lets a grin tug at either corner of his lips as they proceed to drag their suitcases over to a minibus-like taxi, claiming the two-seater in the far left corner at the back of the vehicle before anyone else has a chance to clamber in beside them.

They join a motorway and Dan’s defocused eyes gaze out at amber streetlights swishing rapidly past them in the blackening sky, the distant hills of land around them, and the stretch of buildings even further in the distance. He figures in any other car journey this would be his cue to plug in his headphones and drown out the surrounding reality, but with Phil beside him, with the same glitter of wonder in his eyes as he looks at the dashing lights outside, he realises this isn’t a reality he cares to drown out; not even with his favourite band.

He catches Phil’s eye, and they exchange a private little grin, before returning back to the window.

He knows this fortnight is going to be one he’ll remember.

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