Dan and Phil Imagines and One Shots

Get Me Through The Night (Phan x Reader)

I finally got around to listening to Trevor Moran's new song... BITCH.

I loved Thursdays hanging out with Dan and Phil. We would always push limits and do something we'd never normally do. Having a musical boyfriend, this helped out in convincing them to do this with me. Tonight we went to a karaoke bar. Let me say, it was fucking exhilarating.

Toward the end of the night, that's when we decided to go. Yeah, sure, everyone was bored of acts that said they were good but they weren't... But that all changed when all three of us popped up there. I cleared my throat. "Hi, I'm Y/N." I smiled

"I'm Dan."
"And I'm Phil."
I looked at the DJ. "Let's play Get Me Through The Night by Trevor Moran." The music started playing and all that was left was to do the damn thing. 

Dan surprisingly took the start. "Bitch got these legs now watch me walk." The entire crowd went ballistic, just from him being sassy. "Invading me, I see your eyes, they talk."

"Spotlight on my body from everybody, body, I know like em you wanna be free baby." I sang out. 

Phil came in after that. "Show the love. Show them where you're from. Show them you're the one that can take it, the one that can make it ."

We all sang together, "Get me through the night and I'll be alright, I'll be alright. Get me through the night and I'll be alright, and I'll be alright."

Dan and Phil took the next part which had even me surprised. "Bitch talk shit, bitch talk shit, get flopped." 

"Online or in real life, still get blocked." I sang.

Dan, who seemed to captivate the audience (the fucking ham), let out another powerful verse. "Spotlight on my body from everybody, body, I know, like me. You wanna be free, baby."

Since I somehow had been out-shined by these two guys who didn't seem to know how to sing, what-so-fucking-ever, I took the pre-chorus instead of Phil. Then we ran through the chorus again.

Phil sang out again, the man who apparently had two left feet suddenly had all this rhythm. "I've got my pride on my chest, my hands up, there's no regrets. My hands up, there's no regrets, I'm good." Dan and I repeated it. We ended with the chorus, obviously. 

The crowd had been re-energized and I'm sure it was just the sassiness Dan and Phil brought. They out-sassed me and I was one of the sassiest bitches ever, ask anyone. I hugged them tightly and then spoke into the microphone again. "OK, so I don't know what the fuck just happened, these two held out on me during rehearsals." The crowd laughed and we all ended the night on a good note. C major.