Wow. Hey guys. It’s been 4 years since I’ve been on this blog, super weird to come back to this after SOO much has changed. So much in my life, so much in Dan’s life, so much in your lives. I doubt there’s anyone reading this right now, to be honest. If anyone is, I really appreciate you and supporting what this blog was. It really helped me in a bad time. I speak in past tense, but theoretically if anyone cared enough there’s always a possibility of me dusting off the ole brain and write about something. I don’t feel like writing about Dan anymore would be appropriate, but maybe I could just write short stories like this with random characters and build some stories. I don’t know. I guess I just figure a lot of us might’ve moved on to other things like Dan did. Like I did. For whatever reasons.
Well, considering the old theme I was using for this blog was over 4 years old, it totally stopped working. I threw a new theme up there for now, it’s pretty boring but functional if you want to go back and reread any of the fics like I probably will be. (I’ll probably do a fair share of cringing, as I feel my writing has improved somewhat.)
If you want to say hi, feel free, I’ll be checking in. If you have any suggestions or ideas for me I’m open to anything, and if you just want to talk, I’d love to.
Come over to my house, he said. We'll watch a movie, he said. You stand outside Dan's door in the bitter cold, freezing you ass off as you rang the doorbell for the eleventh time.
"Open the damn door!" You pound on it.
Finally, after a couple seconds of scuffling, the door opened a few centimeters.
"Y/n?"
"Yes." You reply grumpily.
The door opened an inch more, and you shove your way in.
"Sorry, I got scared because I thought you were a murderer."
You roll your eyes, but not without the presence of a smile on your lips.
You make your way to the kitchen, setting down the bag of maltezers and kit kats you held onto the counter. Opening a cupboard, you pulled out a bowl and after ripping open the bags, poured both candies into it.
"So what movie are we watching?" You ask, popping a kit kat into your mouth as you turned to look at him.
"Well, I have a pile of horror films that've been recommended to me." He shrugged.
You snort. "Alright then, lets do it."
You both go to the living room where you plop down on the couch as he sifts through the borrow dvds on the table.
"What's that one?" You point.
"Oh, the last exorcism?"
"Yeah, lets watch that one."
Not a half an hour into the movie, you regret it. Dan's face was blanched white while you were biting your lip raw. You clasped Dan's thin arm between your hands and you felt your blood pressure skyrocketing.
Soon, you're forced to curl up in a ball out of fear as the possessed girl begins to break her fingers backwards.
"Ei!" You yell, closing your eyes and looking away.
The movie comes to a depressing end, as most horror movies do, and Dan squeaks; "Maybe that was a mistake."
You nod, staring blankly at the black screen. A yawn escapes your mouth and Dan glances at the clock.
"Here, let me grab you a blanket." He stands up and stretches his back for a moment, before leaving the room.
By the time he gets back with a woolen blanket in his hands, you're already fast asleep on the couch. He watches you for a moment, studies the way your chest rises and falls peacefully in a dreamless slumber. Putting the blanket over you, he heads to bed himself in hopes that he can sleep despite the horrific movie lurking in the back of his mind.
He can't. An hour of sleepless staring at his ceiling he gets up, pulls on his sweat pants, and heads towards the living room where you sleep.
"Y/n?" He whispers as he stands over you, trying not to surprise you.
When you don't wake, he nudges you with his hand. You wake with a start, to see a dark shadow looming over you.
"Fucking hell!" You nearly shit yourself as you bolt upright, scooting away from him. "Dan?"
"Yeah, sorry." You can tell through the darkness he's probably blushing.
"What's wrong?" You ask, rubbing your eyes.
"I. . . couldn't sleep. It's hard to sleep alone after I watch a horror movie." He scratches his head sheepishly.
As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you realize he's not wearing a shirt. A weird feeling wells up in your throat when you see his pale skin in the dark, and you weren't sure what it was. It was stifling, and warm. Burning.
"I was wondering if, um. . ." He cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed. "You might be with me? Erm, stay with me tonight?"
Your eyes traveled up to his face and you nodded slowly. "I need pajamas."
"I'll let you borrow some of mine-" he was cut off when you stood, the burning traveling down your body.
You stepped out of the living room, walking down the hallway to his room. He stood in the living room for a moment, unsure of how to process this before he followed you. You stepped into his room while he stood outside the doorway trying to explain where the pajamas were. You pulled him inside, shutting the door and whispering, "Show me."
Dan nodded, gulping and pulling open the third drawer of his bureau. You pushed his hand away, pulling out just a plain shirt before closing the drawer.
"Won't you need pants?" He asked, his breaths getting shallower.
"Only if you want me to," you whisper, rolling down your pants to reveal your lacy framed under garments.
He swallowed again, his eyes snapping back to yours after wandering. You hand him his shirt, pulling off your own and your bra with it. He inhaled sharply. eyes still glued to yours despite you being almost completely bare in front of him. After a moment, you took his shirt back and slid it over your head.
"Thank you." Your eyes never left his.
"Do you want this?" He asked quietly, the frightened little boy gone from his eyes, a deeper and quieter man replacing him.
"I think the question is, do you?" You replied, closing the proximity between your bodies.
His hands reached out, touching your waist. You inhale as he does it, the burning desire getting stronger. He slowly traces your body up higher and higher until his index finger grazes across your breast. You gasp lightly, hardening at his touch. He smirks, satisfied the way your body reacts to his touch.
You're pulled to his bed where he pushes you down, climbing over you and teasing your senses with his lips. You try to press your lips against his, but he pulls away and you whimper pleadingly for his touch. The roles were now reversed, and with him holding all the power you breathed heavily, unsure of what would come next.
"What am I going to do with you now?" He chuckled deeply.
If anybody has some unique, different, interesting, dramatic, or any fic ideas for me please send them in! I think one of the root causes for my repeated hiatus' is lack of inspiration for writing, so if you guys give me a push I might be able to get back into at least once a week fic writing (: Thanks, loves!
so like I know nobody talks about this but I'm so confused about the v-day video. im kinda new to the fandom thingy and yeah people say it's a joke and I see that but idk what to think and like I know it's their privacy but I'm v confused rn. sorry if this is confusing I was just generally wondering... also if you don't mind me asking what happened with dan and his brother or something bc I read some stuff on it and as I said I'm kinda new here do idk what to think. hahaha I'm sorry I love youu
Honestly, the whole v-day topic is confusing for me. There's a lot of things pointing against it being fake, I've seen the video myself and Phil seems pretty genuine, since I feel he's not the type to be great at lying. At the same time, I don't believe Dan is gay at least, he's said it himself and from watching him for many years I doubt he would be ashamed in being gay, he very much supports the gay community. I also feel if it was real, the reason behind it being taken down and Dan saying it was a joke is Phil uploaded it without him knowing and Dan panicked, told him to take it down and it was left at that. I think even today there would be more tension, sexual or otherwise between them if it was real. So it's really up to interpretation for yourself.
With the subject of Dan and his brother, the fandom got way too in depth into his family's business and he wanted that aspect of his life to be private. The fandom was fangirling over pictures of his brother from social media like twitter and facebook and sending him messages, whether fangirly or rude, and he had to take his social media down because he was just completely bombarded. Dan got extremely angry, with good reason might I add, and told the fandom to please leave his brother and family alone.
For everyone else who says these topics are taboo and I shouldn't be talking about them - that may be true, but I think it's necessary to explain these things to the people new to the fandom so they can act and react appropriately within this fandom without being uneducated on these things. Thanks to you all loves, have a wonderful day!
Oh my gosh I just read all thee of the mr strangers in like 5 minutes they are absolutely amazing please do number four you are such a talented righter you made my heart melt wow
Omg bae you're such a sweetheart! I just put Mr. Stranger 3 up so go check it out! C:
This is the first morning you wake up and your body doesn't ache. The first morning you open your eyes to see the sun shining down on you and you shine back. You rolled over, digging your face into the silky pillows and inhaling the dusky cologne Daniel wore.
A soft knock at the door ripped you from your half asleepness, and you answered with a feeble, "Yes?"
"Y/n, I've prepared us some breakfast if you'd like some." Daniel's gentle voice floated to my ears.
"Oh- yes, of course!" You stammer, pushing the sheets off me and pattering to the door.
"What?" You asked, looking down at yourself. "Do I look that ridiculous in your clothes?"
The sweatpants' drawstring was pulled taught, yet they still hung off your hips. His shirt was big enough for two of you to fit inside, but that's what made it so comfortable.
You swore you caught him looking at your hipbones peeking out from over the sweatpants' band, but his face hardened and he turned, making his way down the hallway to the kitchen.
I wonder if I've done something wrong. . . you ponder nervously.
On the countertop, a steaming platter of eggs, bacon and sausage stood piled high. Your mouth watered as your stomach groaned for the delicious delights that sat before you. You slid onto the stool across from Daniel and tried as politely as you could, shovel most of the food onto your plate.
He watched you as he put a forkful of eggs in his mouth. After chewing thoughtfully, he asked, "When was the last time you ate?"
"Last week," you mumbled through bites.
He frowned as he took another bite. "That's terrible. I'm glad I found you when I did. . ."
Your eating slowed, and you put down your fork.
"Why did you bring me here, Mr. H- um, Daniel?"
"To help you." He replied simply.
"But why didn't you give me money and be on your way like the other people who help me. You- you let me into your home, I could have stolen things!"
"But you didn't." He pointed out.
"But I didn't." You sighed, making his point. "But almost any other person would have."
"That's why I picked you, Y/n." He leaned in slightly, looking me deep in the eyes. "There's something honest in those eyes, and that's hard to find in people these days."
"Eyes can be deceiving." You murmured as you took a bite of sausage.
"I am not easily deceived." He did the same.
There was a long silence after that, the only sounds being our chewing. Not being one to beat around the bush, you looked up and asked, "How long am I staying here?"
"As long as you wish," he said.
"You might not want to open that door, that could be a very long time." You warned.
"I enjoy your company," Daniel said, standing and placing his dish in the sink. "You're very. . . refreshing. It would not be a downside for me to pay for you to live here and have the joy of your company as payment."
You stood as he spoke, leaning against the counter while you listened.
"Bullshit!" You squeaked when he was done.
He looked at You, surprised.
"I can't possibly allow you to let me live here for God knows how long, just letting you spend all your money on me for no reason!"
He stepped towards You once, twice, three times. We were very close in proximity, and you could smell that cologne again.
"Trust me, Y/n, I have more money than you could imagine. Don't underestimate me." There was a hint of warning in his voice, and it made your stomach flutter with nervousness.
"There must be something I can do to repay you," You whisper.
His eyes graze down your body to your hip bones once more and flick back up to your eyes within a second.
"I'm sorry, there's nothing," he said, and walked away.
About half of Mr. Stranger Part 3 is written so far, as well as half of another fic request! I'm crossing my fingers I can finish Mr. Stranger Part 3 tonight
omg i cried when i read mister stranger you.. oh god right in the feels . how about you to continue? :c
I'll definitely be continuing! I've been really tight on time lately which sucks because I hate to be away from you guys, but I really hope to write the next part of Mr. Stranger as soon as possible! In fact - I'll go write it right now. I DON'T CARE IF IT'S 2 AM AND I WANT TO SLEEP, YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN WAITING FAR TOO LONG
When I used the Tumblr app to view your profile I saw you used that gif of Dan and Phil from that BBC video with the paint (like the colour run/colour fest thing). Do you have a link to that video? I know BBC uploaded it but I can't find it x
I just looked on the BBC Radio 1 Youtube channel and couldn't find it, I don't believe I have a link for it I'm sorry ):
in light of this tragedy i beg all of you to seek the necessary help for any mental illness you might have. it is nothing to be ashamed of. you deserve to live your life.
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