Hello, hello! I know that some of you are probably a little mad that I've been updating this and not my actual Phanfiction, but I can disclose to you that I am 2/3 through writing chapter eleven and I hope to finish it soon!

Now, a few things I feel I need to say about this chapter: most all of the credit for the questions (you'll see what I mean by that later on) go to my lovely friends on instagram ^.^ if I get their Wattpads, I'll credit them at the end of the story.

Secondly, I have negative one clue what this even is bc it was a prompt that I promised to someone and it's super unrealistic!!!

"So..." Phil's eyes scanned the chat rapidly for any scrap of conversation to cling onto, as he was fresh out of ideas.
"My favorite Pokémon is Growlithe, Mariah8260." He answered, knowing full well that most people didn't actually give a shit what his favorite pokémon was, and he was spiraling down a slippery slope into boringness.

"Wey- hey- hey," called an obnoxious Dan from around the corner, sidestepping into Phil's room whilst simultaneously stuffing his wallet in his back pocket.
Phil let out an internal sigh of relief.

"And a wild Danisnotonfire appeared!" Phil exclaimed in his best Australian accent, brandishing his hands at his flatmate.

"Hi guys." Dan waved, leaning forward over the back of Phil's chair to stare at the chat, which was mostly made up of "dAN" and/or "phANOHANPHANPHSN."

"I'm going out in like a minute to get some stuffs for a new video; i just thought I should check in to make sure Phil wasn't doing anything illegal before I left." Dan stated, nudging Phil's shoulder with his whilst continuing to scan the chat.

"What illegal things would I be doing?" Phil mock pouted, crossing his arms over his chest childishly.

"Oh you know, arson."

"Why would I commit arson?"

"Because you're Phil and it'd probably be you trying to make some noodles and then 'poof' the building's on fire."

"Last time I checked, you were the one that set those noddles on fire in uni." Phil snapped, still managing to sound like an innocent eight-year old despite it being the sassiest he got.

Dan rolled his eyes. "Phil'll try to tell you that he's not the clumsiest person in the household but I once saw him trip over a dust bunny so don't believe a word he says." Dan shook his head, having given up on trying to sift through the chat ages ago.

"Shouldn't you be out buying us dinner, since I'm so bad at cooking?" Asked Phil, staring up at Dan's face.

Dan looked down at Phil. "Yeah, I suppose I should. I'll be off, then." He sighed, leaning down for a quick kiss before heading out the door.

It wasn't until Dan'd stepped into the stifling hot of the blazing summer outside that he realized what he'd just done.
"Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit." Dan momentarily forgot his task of locking the door and slowly opened it instead, creeping back over to Phil's room.

He listened to Phil's desperate attempt at cover through the thin walls for a moment. "Um um um yeah that was just um yeah no it's like it's this thing we do um when.." Dan would've laughed at his boyfriend's idiocy if he weren't a little terrified for his life.

"Hey hey hey," Dan shoved his head through the small crack in Phil's doorway to be met with an extremely relieved looking Phil. "So is it everything you'd ever dreamed of? Are you screaming? Are you crying? Because I kinda want to do both right now." He covered, striding over to squish himself in beside Phil.

The number of "ASGDIWNDOND S I KNEW IT I KNEW IT"s were overtaking the "what the Hell is going on" s by an overwhelming margin.

Phil sighed. "Okay so you know I guess so ask your questions in the chat."

Suddenly, the chat rate increased by about 500%, and it soon froze.

"Okay okay this is being all glitchy, so maybe we can just make a side channel video about it, yeah? Cool." Dan pushed himself up from the chair only to circle back and stand behind Phil with his arms draped around the still shell-shocked boy's neck. He kissed the top of Phil's head before leaving the room, and Phil clicked the liveshow off, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that, after years off and on of hiding it, their relationship had been outed in one careless move from DAN of all people. Phil had always just assumed it would be himself that delivered the fatal blow to the no homo dam and let it all come crashing down.

He was going to hold this over Dan for the rest of his life.

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"I can't believe we're actually doing this." Phil breathed, plopping down on his bed beside Dan and the already half-eaten bowl of popcorn.

"Hah, and they can't believe I'm actually doing you," joked Dan, popping another white-cheddar kernel into his mouth.

"Oh come on that's not true and you know it." Phil rolled his eyes, leaning up to make sure the camera was on the correct screw on the tripod.

"What? You think they know?" Dan asked, knowing clear well what Phil was trying to get at, but not for the life of him letting him get the upper hand.

"No. It's not true that you're doing me. That's like, the antonym of a bottom." Phil finished securing the camera, and he sat down next to the bowl so as to finally get some popcorn. He plucked up a kernel and popped it in his mouth triumphantly, smiling at Dan's aghast face.

"Why, Philip Michael Lester! You? Make references to us having sex? We live in a changing world." Dan teased, knowing full well Phil usually took any and all opportunity to flaunt the fact that he was a top.

"Okay, whatever you say," Phil rolled his eyes, standing up once again. "Shall we get started then?"

Dan lifted his legs onto the bed and bent them beside him, nodding once. Phil turned on the camera and sat back.

"Hey guys!" He exclaimed, lifting his hand up by his head, "so as you could probably tell because Dan sucks at stuff and made it really obvious, we have something to tell you."

"Okay, just because my tweet was 'hey send me questions about Phan bc I want to be amused' does not mean I suck at hiding stuff, okay??? It was the best I could do with what I had."

Phil rolled his eyes and clapped his hands together. "Anyway, since recent events have come up that would make this video necessary, we thought we should tell you that....
Dan has cancer." Dan dragged his finger from his eye to his cheek in a 'oh my gosh I'm cry' motion, before Phil spoke up again. "JUST KIDDING. Dan is not dying! In fact, it's even better because Dan is in lOVE!!! With who, you ask? Well-"
Phil was interrupted by Dan's bored sounding voice- "with Cat." Dan replied, chuckling inwardly at the momentary panic it would cause.

"Da-an." Phil whined, nudging the left side of Dan's body with his right. "No. That's not true. Dan is being a bumface."

"JUST GET TO THE POINT!" Dan threw his head back and yelled, mimicking the thoughts he knew everyone watching would be having. He laughed as he saw Phil's startled face, and couldn't help but giggle and kiss him on the cheek because he just looked so goddamn CUTE when he was startled.

"Anyways..." Phil continued, obviously flustered, "dan and I are together! Yay!" He squeezed his eyes shut and wiggled his arms up and down in his iconic little dance.

"So let's answer your creepy butt sex implied questions." Dan said loudly, snapping as he did so.

They had each picked out one or two questions to start with, but after that they thought they'd just scroll through to find good ones.

"The first one is from Rachel. She asks 'how long have you two been together?' " Phil looked pointedly at Dan to get him to answer the question, but when he didn't, Phil spoke up instead. "Well, Rachel, Dan and I have been together for about four? And a half years, now? Give or take?"

"Four years, nine months and eight days." Dan corrected, throwing a piece of popcorn and catching it in his mouth.

"For years, nine months, and eight days, I guess."

Dan scrolled until he found another one. "'Right who tops and who bottoms' well, Lauren, I can tell you right now that that is very personal and a little bit creepy and you really shouldn't be asking people stuff like that."

Phil looked up from his phone long enough to reply. "He's only saying that because he bottoms," Phil stated nonchalantly, sitting back on his palms.

"Hey! That's not true! I just don't want people prying!"

"Suuurrrrreee." Phil replied, throwing his arms out beside him. With that snarky statement in mind, Dan tackled him, pinning his hands to the bed, and his chest using his elbow. "Take it back." Dan growled.

"Nope."

"Alright... I guess that means I'll just have to do... THIS!" Phil yelped as Dan ran his fingers down Phil's sides, tickling him with all he had.

"Dan!" Phil yelped, squirming around to try to get Dan's hands away from his exposed stomach, "stop that's... Ah!" He squeaked, pushing himself further back towards the headboard.

As Dan was too far away for his liking, he scooted closer, swinging a leg over Phil's stomach and tickling him some more. "Dan, I can't breathe!" Phil wheezed, laughing as he did.

"Say you're sorry!" Dan shrieked, tickling under Phil's shirt now. "Don't make me go for the armpits, Phil, I know you can't stand that."

"Alright alright! You win! Can you get off me now?"

"Sure thing, sugarcake." Dan laughed, pecking Phil on the lips before moving away.

Phil scooted up the bed so he was sitting beside Dan again, and he attempted to smooth down his now ruffled hair. As he finished and started swinging his legs to and fro, they were both quiet.

Phil cut the silence."You know that's the only time you'll ever get to top, right?"

Dan hit him with a pillow.

"Next question!" Dan stated, scrolling down through twitter and tapping his thumb on a random one. "Does Phil have a collarbone fetish?" Dan asked, laughing a tad uncomfortably. "Well Phil?"

Phil blushed and averted his eyes to just avoid looking in Dan's. "No." He said quietly, his cheeks turning even redder with just the word.

"Oh my God! You have a collarbone thing! You whore!" Dan giggled, falling on his back and kicking his legs in the air.

The heat was practically radiating from Phil's cheeks now, and Dan just couldn't let this opportunity pass. The duvet ruffled as Dan sat up on his knees next to Phil. He jutted his shoulder out a little bit so that his collarbones were right in Phil's face. "Wow Phil, look at my big sexy collarbones, oooo collarbones collarbones collarbones." He kept in Phil's face, slowly moving his shoulder around. It was amusing, really, to see Phil trying desperately to avoid looking at Dan. He was blushing like a madman.

"So now that we've established that Phil is a shoulder pervert," Dan said, covering his shoulders once again with his sleeve, "let's move on."

Phil started scrolling through the replies, reading them off as he went along. "How long have you been dating, how long is Phil's dick, how long does it take you to practice not making out with Phil on the gaydio show, how often do you frickle frack.." Phil kept tolling them off, but at the one about frick fracking, Dan winked at the camera and mouthed "alot."

"Dan what where you just saying?" Phil asked, having apparently seen Dan talk from the corner of his eye.

"Nothing, nothing." Dan mumbled, looking up at the ceiling.

"The next question is, 'when was your first kiss?' I'll let Phil answer this one."

Phil stroked his chin, as if in deep thought. "You know, I can't really remember...." He teased, and Dan slapped his shoulder lightly. "Uh-hum no, it was a few weeks after the Valentine's Video came out, and I was over at Dan's for the weekend, and we both knew we liked each other, and yeah." Phil explained, not wanting to get into too much detail about how amazing it felt kissing the guy he'd dreamed about for months.

Still blushing, Dan looked for another question. Phil however, found one first. "'Most annoying thing about the other person?'" Phil asked, both of them looking at the camera at the same time. "I know what you're going to say about me, Dan. I eat your cereal."

Dan pushed Phil chest back and shoved his face really close to the Camera's lens. "No, okay, I say that because it takes little explanation, but you know the real most annoying thing he does? He giggles. Like, all the time. I'm angry at him? Giggles. A waitress is asking what he wants? He giggles. Heated make-out session? No, no, just more time to fREAKING GIGGLE."

"At least it's better than groaning at every little thing. I'm not the one going 'earughghg why did you break the TV, Phil, why do you have to tAKE so long with my order, waitress, why are you feeling my collarbones, Phil,' etc. etc."

"Ugh Phi-il..." Dan groaned, and Phil giggled. He reddened when he realized he'd just done it again.

"You're too grumpy and I'm too happy, I guess that means we're a good match, huh? We even each other out like Eeyore and piglet. Or Pooh and Rabbit," Phil reasoned, and Dan internally awed. Now, this probably wouldn't have meant much to many other people; it'd be viewed as a cute passing statement, but Dan being a guy who cried at the Winnie the Pooh movie when he was sixteen, and grew up fantasizing about a world where rabbits could talk and the woods were alive with rampant, sentient, vocubulated (a word he learned from Owl) creatures, it was actually rather touching on a slightly different level, as childish as it sounds.

"Well okay then you big Pooh, let's answer one more question so that we can finish and I can kiss your face off."

Phil blushed and scrolled through some more tweets. "You know that sounded more like you were calling me a poo, right?" Phil mumbled quietly, still searching.

Dan muttered something about knowing that. "Okay, I'm just gonna close my eyes and scroll, and that'll be our last question." Dan did exactly that, and landed on the practical jackpot of questions. "It's from Alyssa; it reads, 'how did you know you were in love?'"

Even the air around them seemed to be lost in thought when the two boys sat back, thinking to all those years ago when they'd just been two dumb idiots making a fool out of themselves in front if each other. It was Phil who spoke up first.

"I guess I knew about three months in. You were at my house for the week, and I suppose that's when I properly fell in love with you. You'd come over with nothing packed but, like, four pairs of clothes and a toothbrush, and you were stupid and cute and dorky and you insisted on staying by my side. It was really on that last night, the night before you were about to leave, that I realized it. We were in my bed as you'd forgotten a sleeping bag, and we were drunk on exhaustion. You were giggling like a madman, and I remember being annoyed at how cute I thought it was. Then you announced you were going to sleep, and, as it was cold, you insisted I hug you to keep you warm. It was in that moment that I realized that I kind of never wanted to stop hugging you, and that pretty much tipped me off. God, I'm so glad I didn't do the stupid thing and let you fall in love with some jock, or I would never be as happy as I am right now."

When he finished his speech, Dan was internally sobbing. Was it normal to want to kiss someone this bad? Dan didn't really know, but as he was already feeling the effects of being addicted to Phil's kisses, he decided to just give in.

"Okay, that's it, bye, good, done." Dan stated, tackling Phil down and planting tiny kisses all over his face, planting his elbows on either side of a surprised Phil's head. "I love you, Phil. I loveyouIloveyouIloveyou." He continued trailing kisses down Phil's cheeks until his lips reached Phil's, and he was too happy in that moment to care that the camera was still running. "God, I love you so much, Phil. I love your stupid dumb middle school jokes and I love your stupid accent and I love your stupid face and I love that you hate cheese and I love that you giggle at anything and everything because it's cute and you're cute and I love it when you smile and I just love you a lot." Dan managed between kisses, speaking mostly against Phil's lips. Phil smiled mid-kiss and opened his eyes.
"I love you too."

Credit to phanbabies on wattpad (and ig I believe) for sending the "how did you know you were in love?" Question in!! Ily Alyssa!