Don'tcha just love it?

Oh that one story you’re working on for a friend? HAHA GUESS AGAIN.

That quick Drabble that is perfect? It’s so Mary Sue that fandoms hate it.

Oh, That cute lil chat you had with that one person?? THEY SECRETLY HATE YOU.

Thanks Brain, Love Ya Too

“You are my sunshine,”

Dan and Phil were sitting in a taxi relaxing after returning to Europe after their Tour/Live Show. They had no clue how long it had been since they last saw their apartment.

“Dan, what if my plants died?! What about my little cacti?!” Phil suddenly exclaimed, his blue eyes full of fear making Dan shift to give him a comforting glance. “Phil, if they die I know you’ll come home with fifty more. Besides they’ll be fine they’re plants after all.”

“My only sunshine,”

Phil relaxed a bit but it was obvious he was still concerned with his plants. Dan pulled out his phone and tapped a message quickly then hit send. Phil felt his pocket vibrate and play briefly the tone of “London Bridge by Fergie” before he retrieved it.

DannyBoy: Phil I swear I will shove you up against a wall and kiss you forcefully if you keep pouting like a sad puppy. Its literally hurting me rn.

Philgon: Dan!

“You make me Happy,”

Dan smirked at the red blush that dusted Phil’s cheeks and kept sending him dirty texts, to the point that Phil was blushing deep red by the time they arrived at their flat.

“Dan! Stop giving me that look!” Phil begged Dan as he pulled his luggage up the stairs. “It makes me feel weird! Dan! You’re still doing it!” He shrieked playfully as they made their way into the flat. Dan grinned and continued to give Phil the ‘look’ as they entered the Living room.

“When sky’s are Gray,”

Phil fell onto their couch as Dan pounced on him. “Phil, Phil, Phil. Who gave you the right to look so fucking cute?” He playfully asked while burying his head in the crook of Phil’s neck, leaving a kiss here and there.

“Dan! Dan, we really have to unpack! Besides, isn’t PJ and ,um, ah, Chris coming over later?” Phil managed to say, though the small moans seemed to egg Dan on more, while tangling his fingers into Dan’s hair.

“You don’t know how much I love you,”

Dan reluctantly pulled away with a false glare.

“Phil I am being very romantic at this very moment, and you want to worry about your luggage and Chris arriving towing PJ in.” He said. “Maybe if I was a good person I’d care, but seeing you laying here on the couch looking so very delicious makes me realize I simply want to kiss you until you beg me to continue with this very romantic assault.”

“So please don’t take my Sunshine away….”

Louise sat in front of Dan as he stared at the wall singing the same song that was stuck in his head for the past year.

“Dan, Dan please look at me.” She begged her best friend, “Phil’s gone, He’s gone Dan. You have to let him go!”

Dan suddenly smiled and looked at Louise through blank eyes, his medical bracelet faced her and she cringed at it.

Ever since Phil died, Dan had been admitted to a Mental Institution in an attempt to help the broken boy. His eyes didn’t shine anymore, his fringe was now pushed into a sloppy quiff, and he only said one sentence since Phil’s death. (The rest didn’t count to family and friends since he was asleep when he spoke them, though they were all about Phil)

“I love you Phil.”

Dan opened his mouth and Louise prepared herself for more singing.

“Louise, Who took my Sunshine away?” He asked quietly. “Who took Phil away? Why did they take Phil away?” He asked.

Before Louise could answer Dan’s eyes drifted back to the wall and he started singing again.

“You are my Sunshine,”

“My only Sunshine,”

“You make me Happy,”

“When sky’s are Gray,”

“And you don’t know how much I love you,”

“So please don’t take my Sunshine away.”

Muggleborns Dabbing.

That’s it, that’s the Headcannon.