prompt: dan is a theatre kid who hasn’t had his first kiss but has to kiss someone for a show. he doesn’t want his first kiss to be wasted so he tries to get it done properly beforehand & he meets phil and w/e you can take it from there!!!
““Tell you what,” Phil leans into him, and Dan can smell his cologne. “We’re gonna come back up here again, okay? And you’re gonna tell me about yourself. Properly, this time.
Dan frowns. “Isn’t that what we’ve spent the past ten minutes doing?”
“Yeah,” Phil says. “The only difference being next time we do this, I’m going to ban you from saying the word ‘acting’. So I can hear about you, the real you, and not whoever you pretend to be for a living.”
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GUESS WHICH BITCH IS BACK AND WRITING AGAIN (spoiler: IT ME)
I thought it was about time I branched out a bit and tried my hand at a theatre au. This was so much fun to write (albeit kinda hard as despite being a literature student my Romeo and Juliet knowledge is a little subpar lmao lets hope I at least sort of did it justice tho) and deffo has more than ur daily dosage of angsty teenage actor!dan so look forward to that. thank u to the lovely anon who prompted me with this! (also yes i’m still relying on ptv lyrics for my song titles after 3 years sh)
Also I’m sorry if the writing in this is a lil inconsistent. I started this fic literally over a year ago and abandoned it for ages before finding and continuing it again. The first half was written in literally like mid 2016 (from which point my writing has obv improved a lot) and since then I’ve been working on it sporadically so if it feels like halfway through my writing style suddenly changes then that’s why OOPS soz
This was not supposed to be this long im so sorry wtf 13k ??? fuks sake
It’s the first time Dan’s ever been pissed off with being cast a lead role in a play.
He usually loves it – he loves the attention, loves having a ripped up script full of highlighted lines and more soliloquies to memorise than he can even keep count of. He shines under the warmth of the spotlight, lapping up the attention like a hungry cat, and when the applause ripples throughout the audience at the end, he can’t get enough of the sound.
It’s just- well, there’s one problem with his part.
It’s nothing he has against Romeo, not necessarily, and the piece itself is okay – Dan’s copy of the popular play in question is already crumpled with annotations; small post-it notes spilling fluorescent colours out of every crease (studying English literature alongside Drama always comes in handy as far as Shakespeare is concerned) and Romeo has a decent amount to say.
The problem is, he’s going to have to kiss someone.
Dan Howell, the one who snaps up almost every single role he auditions for, the one with a clay personality that can be moulded perfectly into whatever role he’s going for next, the one who lives the stage and breathes the lights, who was once described as ‘the heart and soul’ of the local theatre, is going to have to kiss someone.
And believe it or not, Dan Howell, the same seventeen-year-old who breezes through auditions leaving a flutter of girls at his feet, the same guy who was once rumoured to have made out with three people at the Les Miserables afterparty and the same guy who once had to reject two people in one night, has never actually kissed anyone before. Not properly, anyway.
✴ newest chapter ✴ illaks - Twenty-Four
prompt: Phil is a boarding school student, and he has pretty much everything. His dad owns the school, he’s pretty popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – he’s the King. Dan is a cleaner/phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Some students are assholes to Dan, including Phil at first.
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I’m writing this with a load of bleach on my hair listening to an ‘emo throwback’ playlist hahahahah I cant believe it’s literally 2005 again
I hope what I’d written about that scene from ‘kill your darllings’ is accurate it’s been a while since I’ve watched it ooPs
If you’ve never had betty crocker brownies you’re seriously missing out theyre literally the best thing to have ever graced this earth I once ate an entire pack in one night
I hope this is ok!!! I know I said dans backstory would be in this chapter but if that was to happen it’d literally be like 7k haha so im gonna break it up but . Yes next chapter I promise x x x
warnings: mentions of anxiety, emotional breakdowns and alcohol
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Fifteen
This is great.
This is really fucking great.
It’s been three days and Phil’s been lapping up the freedom like a cat. He’s spent an evening outside with friends from his Maths class; sipping from beer bottles and watching the sun set over the tennis courts, managed to sneak around the twenty four hour library with Noah at two in the morning, coffees in one hand and Greek statue books in the other (Noah was a lot more intent on giggling at the statues’ comical penis size rather than actually needing them for a Classics course), and even slept over at Dan’s again.
Okay, so it wasn’t exactly deliberate. They’d just been watching a few films in bed and, well, after a few minor complications kind-of dozed off together, but Phil felt a little weird about leaving Dan on his own after what had happened whilst watching the end of Titanic.
“What d’you have?” Phil had asked through a mouthful of popcorn, shuffling around the mattress to get comfy. “Pulp Fiction? I haven’t watched that one in a while.”
“Um, no,” Dan had scoured his DVD rack.
“Reservoir Dogs?” Phil tried.
“No,” Dan sighed.
“The Hateful Eight?”
“Is that even out on DVD yet?”
“It’s been out for ages,” Phil rolled his eyes. “Okay. What about Django Unchained?”
“I do, but I don’t know where the disc is.”
“Kill Bill?” Phil suggested desperately. “Jackie Brown? Anything by Tarantino?”
“Look, I’m not a bloody Blockbuster,” Dan muttered.
“Good job you’re not, too,” Phil smirked. “You’d be the reason they’ve gone bankrupt.”
“Ever the charmer, you are,” Dan threw a glance over his shoulder. Phil grinned.
“Okay, fine. What do you have?” Phil had asked. “And don’t you dare say Twilight, otherwise I’ll ask my dad to put my tag back on.”