The worst thing about me? My autistic brain, every time someone starts a sentence with
"Can someone please tell me...?"
I'm like, ME! ME! I CAN TELL YOU!!! And then I remember or realize they don't want my opinion it's just an expression people use to give their opinions
i lose points for speed bc this actually took me like 35 minutes, but it's also longer than intended? so here you go - 1.1k of kath and dan in the very early days!
She won't meet him for at least another month, but the first time Kath hears of this boy named Dan it's through Phil's bedroom wall.
Nothing too naughty - they've had that discussion once before, and if Kath has her way about it they never will again. This is just a laugh she hears, high and giggling, met with the same sound coming from Phil's mouth.
"I literally can't," he's saying, protesting about something. "Phil, I can't."
"Sure you can," Phil says. "It's so easy. Just like - book the tickets! Presto. Abracabra. What's - what's another magic word?"
"Ugh, I dunno, I'm not a fucking magician." The sarcasm is laid on thick, but an obvious cover.
Kath shifts and the basket of clothes she's holding bangs against the wall.
She hears a muffled whisper next, and then Phil saying, "Mum?"
"Not me, dear," Kath says. "Just your average serial killer out for a little hunt."
"Mum-" Phil whines.
"Just leaving your wash basket by the door," she calls out. "You live to see another day!”
The voices stay down at a whisper and she realizes that there won't be any more eavesdropping to be had for now, so she goes about her day.
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The first time she sees Dan's face, it's because she walks into Phil's room and finds him at his computer.
"Oh, are you Skying?" Kath asks, trying to get a good look while Phil wiggles in front of the screen like he's hiding something salacious.
"Skyping," Phil corrects her. "Mum, it's called Skype."
"Well, that's a silly name. Skying makes more sense. You're sending - oh, you know - those little internet bits through the skies."
"She has a point, actually," Dan says.
"I like this one," Kath says immediately.
She sees how pink Phil's face goes. Interesting. She files it away. Phil doesn't really react like that when she walks in to find him on a video call with Ian - not even with Stephen, or any of the other strangely delightful people he's met on the internet.
Phil moves finally to let Kath see. The boy there is a pixelated picture of sweetness, smiling a proper and polite smile. He has a dimple on one cheek and from the way Phil is looking dopily at the screen, she doesn't have to even file anything else away. She's pretty sure she can close the case on this one.
"Okay, you saw him," Phil says. "Now go away!"
"So rude to your mum..." She tsks. "And I was just coming to tell you that dinner will be ready in ten minutes."
"Wow, Phil," Dan says. "You're being rude to your mum who just slaved away making you a hot meal? I'm learning so much about you."
Kath laughs. "Oh, I like this one."
"Great, thanks, now go!" He pretends to shove at her. She musses his hair up and walks out as he frantically tries to fix it.
"Mums always love me," she hears Dan say as she shuts the door behind her.
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Two days later, Phil tells her that Dan's got train tickets to come visit. He looks scared and excited and she'd give him a great big hug if she didn't think that might make him feel bashful.
She's learned through the perilous journey of raising two sons into almost-adulthood that sometimes you have to let them think they're not quite as transparent as they really are.
"Your dad and I might not be home," Kath says, realizing she can't quite remember what weekends away they have planned.
"Oh, really? Oh no." Phil lies, badly.
Kath realizes that their absence may have been the plan all along.
"Well, if we're not," she says. "You'll just have to have him back around. You know, if you get on."
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She's not home when Phil brings Dan over, but she does get to witness the aftermath.
It's less young love and more young anxiety, with his phone out every three seconds. He even has the volume full up - which Nigel always hates. she ends up refereeing a session of snippy words and attitude between the two of them.
When Nigel goes off to the toilet, she leans in to Phil and says, "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah," Phil answers. He frowns down at his phone. There's some sort of website up on it. Kath has never seen it before. Phil is glaring as though it just insulted his mother. (At least, Kath hopes that's the level to which he'd glare in that specific situation.) "He's just... not answering my texts."
"Oh, don't borrow worries like that," Kath tells him gently. "He might just be out with another friend."
The stormcloud of Phil darkens. "He is."
"Oh." Kath tries to curb her amusement. "I see."
"He's - allowed. To have other... friends. He said they're playing Mario Kart. But." Phil looks at her again, nervous the way he always is when they skirt too close to this topic.
She hopes that by this point, he understands that he's allowed to bring home boys for more than just a video game session. They've had their moments of imperfect parenting just like any other, but she hopes - she hopes they've made up for it in other ways.
"Well," Kath says, reaching up to smooth out Phil's hair. Grudgingly she has to admit the black has grown on her, though she'll always tell him she likes the natural color best. "Maybe you best just have him back around, so he doesn't go thinking some other boy is better to play Mario Kart with. I'll pay for the tickets."
"Mum." Phil rolls his eyes again immediately. He's growing older, capable in ways she sometimes wondered if he ever would be. But he's only twenty-two, she still sees that child inside of him.
Despite the protests, the child looks happy. Her son looks happy.
She squishes him into a hug that he has no say at all in.
--
She won't meet Dan for another few days.
But when she does, she'll look at the way Phil looks at him, and she'll know with some buried-deep sixth sense, or maybe just a mother's intuition
Somehow, she'll know, and she'll smile and take Dan into a warm hug. She'll say hello, and ask him how the train journey was, and offer him a cup of tea.
Dan will be charming and nervous and talk a bit too loudly. He's unable to sit still, and at one point Phil touches his knee. Kath sees the way Phil jerks his hand away, and the way Dan turns to stare at him with a furrowed brow.
She'll excuse herself then for a moment, and over her shoulder she'll hear them softly whispering, and she'll know her son is going to be okay.
He peaked at age five. Cute, poised, sassy. Infectious happiness. Big imagination and an open heart. He's only been alive since he came out. He's actually five. He peaked at age five.
dnp are a hot couple in the best way, because dan is a quite literal amalgamation of every physical trait that sounds good on paper (big loopy brown curls big brown doe eyes wide-open smile irresistibly pokeable dimples) paired with sassiness and a cunty sense of style, and then phil is at least to me the kind of hot that is indescribable on paper, bc he has the huge blue eyes and the bone structure and blonde hair yes, but it's more so the unique combined aura of warmth and whimsy and easy sure confidence like if you think about how of the two of them he is the one who keeps the conversation flowing with strangers, who makes the plans, etc.......... IDK MAN can anybody hear me
The thing that non phannies don't get also is that we are NOT in denial. We know and they know we know and they're teasing us about it on purpose. The hard launch thing is literally unexplainable if you're not in it but we do KNOW they're together. There's just like a lot going on okay you don't get it!!
Some of us are playing along to their sick and twisted little game and some people are plugging their ears closing their eyes and acting like we're crazy for acknowledging the game. Such is life for a phannie.
In love with the fact that Dean met an angel of the lord and was immediately like ‘yeah, I want to make him think about me having sex with my huge dick’.
I'm starting a collection of Dan's reactions to Phil wearing his/picked by him clothes. It's going great so far:
"I'm gonna go ahead and say that my monochrome aesthetic looks quite striking on you, Phil. Because you too are monochrome, with your raven black hair and snow-white skin."
"You look swaggy af." Phil shows the holes in ripped jeans. "Whew! What's monetised? Not this video."
"I always feel like we look better in each other's clothes."
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"WOohohohoho oh my fucking gOd... OH MY GOD! This looks SO GOOD!"
"Again, this is another example of [how] Phil, with his fucking haunted victorian doll complexion, and haircut, suits my goth clothes more than I do."
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"AghaHA! Oh my- No. Okay. Right. With the hair? We might have done something right now."
5 seconds later: "Oh. My. GAAAAHD! Why are y- Why does it look so good?!" "Does it?" "YES! Oh my god. You look like a vampire."
"Do you know how much I fucking hate that you always look slightly more interesting in my clothes than I do because you are so pale? And now that you've got this like white hair... my god..."
also 5 seconds later, to chat: "Stop encouraging him. Stop encouraging him. Now you're enabling him and giving him compliments." like bitch excuse you