"I'm not reading any smut, Daniel Howell," Phil said, pulling a pillow over his head. "You can't make me."
"I promise it won't be smutty, c'mon, let's appreciate the creative writing side of tumblr together!"
"No!"
Dan wrapped an arm around Phil, pulling him closer to Dan, planting a soft kiss on his cheek in the process.
With a quick flick of his fingers, he clicks on one entitled "fluff." Phil, giving in, snuggles closer into Dan's side and closes his eyes, wrapping his fingers tightly around his mug of coffee.
"Dan was laying on Phil's bed, staring at the ceiling, watching the fan spin around and around and around. Phil was sitting, crosslegged, on the edge. Tension from their previous fight still lingered between the two boys..."
"We were fighting?" Phil mumbled, sleepily. He yawned. "Bear, I don't like this fanfic already. Why were we fighting?"
Dan grinned and continued to read. "Phil, slowly and shakily, reached his hand over to Dan's. He laced his fingers through Dan, pulling him up so he's sitting. The two lock eyes, Phil's sparkly, vibrant blue ones and Dan's brown ones--" Dan stopped reading. "Hey! My eyes can be vibrant too!"
Phil chuckled and said "But can they blue and sparkly?"
"Shut up, asshole." Dan muttered, covering his now blushing face with his sleeves. Phil smiled, softly and kissed Dan's hand.
"Keep reading," Phil urged.
"'I didn't mean any of those words, Phil,' Dan muttered. 'it was only the anger.' Phil took a shaky breath before looking away. At anything but Dan's eyes. 'I know,' Phil whispered. 'it just hurts sometimes...'"
Dan scanned the rest of the page, before his eyes widened and he slammed his laptop shut. "I THOUGHT IT WAS FLUFF!!!!" he screeched.
