One Shots [PHAN]

Heart-shaped sucker

So here's another favourite story of mine that I got from tumblr. Also you guys should go check the author out xD enjoy

Creds: http://howellesterfics.tumblr.com/post/130779461739/heart-shaped-sucker

Warnings: smut!!!! (blowjobs, pillow grinding), food mentions, swearing, nothing too bad just know there's a lot of sexual themes

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"Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, profaners of this neighbor-stainèd steel!- Will they not hear?-What, ho! You men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage with purple fountains issuing from your veins, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands, Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground, And hear the sentence of your movèd prince."

He recites the scene as if he truly were the disappointed, angry prince of Verona, voice lilting and deepening when appropriate, though his face remained as unamused as ever. You could tell he has spent a great deal of time memorizing this play, with the way it's so effortless and seemingly easy when rolling off of his tongue.

Brown curls bounce upon his head as he speaks, and Phil is so busy staring that he hardly knows what's happening in the actual scene. Romeo and Juliet is something that's been studied since Year 7, and he's pretty sure it's not changed at all since then. They both still die in the end, everyone is sad, blah blah blah. It's uninteresting compared to Dan Howell, who becomes hopelessly enraptured in literature and swings his hips subtly as he stands next to his desk, finishing his portion of the dialogue.

It doesn't quite help that today he's wearing a pastel pink sweater and his fake 'nerd' glasses, along with possibly the tightest skinny jeans Phil has ever seen. They hug his waist perfectly, though, so proper circulation be damned.

"...For this time, all the rest depart away. You, Capulet, shall go along with me, and, Montague, come you this afternoon to know our farther pleasure in this case, to old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart."

"Thank you, Daniel, you may be seated."

The teacher speaks, obviously impressed by his little performance; he's a soft spoken student after all, and he just acted with such spirit that the theatre kids would be jealous. Phil lets out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding and scuffs his shoes together under the desk, ignoring how hot his face and neck are burning.

He's already constantly overwhelmed by Dan, but today felt particularly worse, and his crippling shyness only made him more ashamed. When it was his turn to speak his lines, they came out shaky and unsure, lacking in the bold confidence of his classmates. He shrunk farther into his seat in hopes that he'd disappear.

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Lunch is meant to be quiet time for Phil, a period set aside for headphones and the comforting autumn breeze outside as he sits against the rough brick wall of the school building. There's a window above his head and through it he can hear a droning and dull lecture, as well as the chattering of students ignoring the lesson completely. That is, before he drowns even that out with a playlist of his favorite songs, ranging from Muse to lame hits from 2009 that no one remembers anymore.

He keeps his phone out instead of eating his lunch of a turkey sandwich and crisps, deciding to text Pj on a whim. Pj Liguori is sort of his best friend, if he can call him that. More than anything, he's someone to talk to if Phil is feeling particularly lonely at school.

phil: sitting outside at lunch once again. there's only three other people out here and they're all intimidating. the kids that howell hangs out with >:(