can you imagine dan’s face tho when phil comes home with this giant pot plant and calls it his new baby even tho it’s practically a freaking tree
"Dan look what I bought!"
"Wha-OH MY FUCKING GOD PHIL PLEASE TELL ME THAT ISN’T REAL"
"That’s not a very nice way to talk to my new baby now is it?"
Summary: Phil washes up stranded on a desert island, all alone or so he thinks until a boy turns up to help him.
Genre: Angst/Fluff, Adventure.
Word Count: 2.7K
Authors note: I wrote this for the phanfic weekly challenge but I decided I was going to make it into a chapter fic
Sand. Sand is pressing against my eyelids, digging into my legs, pushing its way into my mouth, sliding between my toes. Am I drowning? Have I been trapped inside a sand timer like Jasmine? And if so, when will my Aladdin come? I scoff, I have no Aladdin. Or at least I attempt to, all I do is draw more sand into my mouth, the coarse grain grating along my tongue. It tries to run down my throat. I cough, spluttering and only ending up with more sand in my mouth. Is this what drowning feels like? With the movement comes pain, my head feels as if a spear has rammed through my brain, entering through my temple and getting lost somewhere within my vital organ. I can’t groan because my mouth is too dry so instead I just lie there, eyes squeezed shut in agony, like a clam waiting to be picked off by a seagull. I want that now, I want a bird to swoop down and take me, to let me fly before devouring me. Pain shoots through my leg. What is going on? Am I being roasted alive? Am I being experimented on? Am I being slowly chopped to pieces before being fed to a plant? Melodramatics come easy to me.
I am super lame so I wrote a 700 word, sensual drabble on the Jonas hug, including a v jealous and sexually frustrated Phil. oops. couldn’t resist. enjoy.
this is what I imagine happened last night after Dan’s stage hug with the honky Jonas brother ;)
shameless promoting of the 15 minute drabble I wrote yesterday
Dan: *checks* you don’t have any seeds in your teeth"