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zmayadw · 3 years

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Evening to all :)

Time for the next part :)

Have a nice evening :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 10

I woke up with a terrible taste in my mouth. I had no clue what time was it, but the sun was out already, making me squint my eyes. I got in sitting position slowly, banging in my head intensifing with every move i made. Ugh, i'm never drinking again, i scolded myself. Squinting, I focused on the little alarm clock that was on the night stand. 10.34. Whoa, i cant remember the last time i slept this long. I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. I filled the glass with wather, rinsing my mouth a few times before gulping down two glasses. My stomach growled at it, i just hoped not to throw up .Taking a shower would be a wise thing to do, so i just threw the clothes i had off and entered the shower. The warm water felt good, i just let it pour over me for a while. I wrapped myself in the towel taking some painkillers for the headache. Getting back to the room, i dressed up, and sat on the bed. I felt a bit better, but still not enough. Coffee, i tought, thats what i need now. I got up, going for the purse i threw on the floor when i got in, searching for my phone. Shit, i cursed, it wsnt there. I checked every pocket, even Jake's hoodie, but my phone was nowhere to be found. Crap, i probably left it at a the Aurora last night, when Jessy and me wer taking pictures. Or at lest i hoped so. Well, i was going for coffee, so i could stop at the Aurora eitherway. I grabbed my backpack with drawing stuff. Who knows, i might be up for some drawing, no matter I still felt woozy from last night drinking. I putted my sneakers on, grabed my stuff and car keys. Walking wasnt an option this time, i wasnt feeling well enough for it.

When i parked my car infront of the Aurora, I saw Dan's car was still there. I smiled as i left the car, guess i wasnt the only one sleeping late today. I hoped Phil was there already, and my phone too. I entered the Aurora, relieved at the sight of Phil behind the bar. I was washed with the smell of coffee, and as i neared the bar, I pleadingly said to him, sitting on the stool „Please, please, please, tell me i'm not wrong and that is coffee i can smell.“ Phil turned arround , not noticing me when i entered. He grinned at me „You are most definitly right! Would you like some?“ „Yes, pretty please.“ I said, as i putted my hand on the bar, and leaned my head on it as on a pillow. Phil chuckled at me „Want any sugar with it? Or milk?“ „Yes, please.“ I replied, and he vanished through the storage doors. He returned with a big cup of coffe putting it infront of me. I rised my head, took the cup, taking a deep breath of its smell, before taking a big sip of it. „Thanks, Phill, you're my saviour:“ i smiled at him as i settled it back on the bar. „Here to help.“ He said, winking. „Rough night?“ he asked teasingly. „Oh, i dont know how you can be so cheerful.“ I started „I feel like a truck hit me lastnight.“ He laughed „Practice to perfection.“ „I think i would need years of practice to be even close to that kind of perfection!“ i said, making a skeptical face. He smiled at me „So, to what do i owe the pleasure?“ he asked. „Dont get me wrong, im glad to see you“ he said, that devilish spark in his eyes again „But i doubt you came just to see me.“ „You caught me.“ I said, even tho it was nice seeing him. „I was hoping that i might have left my phone here yesterday.“ He shook his head at me, crouching down searchin for a few seconds under the bar, giving me my phone as he got up. „Better be carefull next time, good thing i noticed it as you left.“ „Yay, thanks Phil, again.“ I told him, giving him a big smile. „I owe you big time! Both for the phone, and coffee.“ His phone rang then „Sorry business calling. Be right back“ he said, answering his phone and going through the storage door. I checked my phone with him gone, finding out few missed calls and messages from Jessy. She was worried i havent answered her jet, so i decided to call her while waiting for Phil. The tone barely sugested it rang when Jessy's voice boomed from the other side. „Finaly! Do you know how worried i have been? Are you allright? Where wer you? Why didnt you answer me before?“ It made me smile a bit, her worrying for me like that was so sweet. „Im sooooo sorry Jessy“ i said pleadingly „I left my phone at Aurora last night, i just got here to get it.“ Phil returned at that point, and i mouthed to him 'Jessy's' name, indicating who i was talking to. Her voice boomed again, and i moved my phone a bit from my ear, wich made Phil laugh. „Ofcourse you did! Its no wonder after all the whiskey you had! Dan is still sleeping like a log! You two really had it last night!“ „Aww, Dont be cross, Jessy.“ I started pleadingly again „I promise next time we wont over do it.“ Phil was grining at me now, and i stuck my toung at him, trying to calm Jessy down. „C'mon, you cant tell me you didnt have some fun yesterday.“ I started „I have some pictures on my phone as a proof of it.“ Phil threw his thumb up, showing me i said a good thing, and i grined at him. „Alright, i admit last night wasnt all that bad.“ Jessy started, sounding calmer now „But you're still not off the hook completly.“ „Thanks, Jessy“ i started, grining as a sign of victory to Phil. „You can scold me some more at lunch, if the deal for it still stands.“ „Ofcourse!“ Jessy cined cheerfuly from the other side „Dan will be a sleep for God knows how long, and im already bored here.“ I quickly moved my phone from the ear checking the time. „Its 12.20 now, when do you want us to meet?“. „I'll meet you around 14 at the Aurora. I doubt Phil will mind you hanging there with him till then.“ She replied, teasing me. „Somehow i think you're right.“ I said, looking at Phil with a devilysh smile. „Cya later, Jessy.“ I sadi, lovering my phone. Phil looked at me,a bit confused „Wat was that about?“ „Oh, just Jessy being Jessy.“ I told him, grining. „Fine, fine, be all mysterious.“ He teased me. „Awww, c'mon, you wouldnt find me so interesting if i was an open book.“ I told him, smiling sheepeshly. He looked at me, with that intensifing look again, making me feel heat spreading through my body „You're not wrong about that.“ Crap, what are you doing again, Maya, i scolded myself. Phil was definatly into me, and i was toying with him like this. It really wasnt my intention, i didnt want him to get the wrong impression about anything. But it felt so easy for me, talking to Phil, compared to Jake. Why does all have to be so tough and complicated with him? It feels like walking on egg shells every time im with him: dont do this, dont say that. Shit, it shouldnt be that way, should it? Was i really that much into Jake? Blah, i dont know anything anymore. I wish he would be more open with me, it would make things so much easier. I was lost in my toughts when Phil finaly snaped me back to reality „Maya? You allright?“ I looked at him, shaking my head, to clear it from all the 'Jake' toughts. „Yeah, sorry.“ I started „Guess the coffee didnt kick in properly yet.“ Phil looked at me, and i could see he didnt really belive what i told him, but decided not to take the matter any further „If you say so.“ Was all he said. I smiled shyly at him. „Do you mind if i just hang here for an hour or so, before metting with Jessy? I dont feel up to driving back to motel, and the coffee isnt bad here either.“ I tried, smiling, waving my empty cup at him. Phil looked at me, rising one of his eyebrows, and smiled devilishly „How could i say no to a beautifull woman?“ He took my cup, winked at me vanishing through the storage doors. I could feel my cheeks flushing again, and my heart beating faster. Shit, shit, shit..

When Phil came back with another full cup of coffee i asked if its ok if I sit at one of the booths, to wich he said fine, since he did have some work to be done. I took my stuff and coffee setteling at the booth. I had a bit over an hour before metting with Jessy, i hoped some inspiration for work might come to me. I took my stuff out of the backpack, took my sneakers off, sitting with my feet up on the booths perch. I liked drawing like that. Leaning my drawing pad on my knees i tried to focus on my work, but my toughts just kept wondering off. I tought about Phil, sneaking glances towards the bar. He was good looking, always nice to me, even tho everyone warned me that he was a 'no good' considering women. He never showed any sign of it towards me. He was easygoing, i enjoyed his company, we definatly clicked. Then there is Jake. I was definatly drawn to him, cant deny that. When im near him, it feels like when a moth is drawn towards fire. Cant fight it, its driving me crazy. But nothing with him is easy. Its like taking one step forward, then not one, or even two, but ten steps back. Its so frustrating. And with all that had happened, i feel like all the progres we had was completly gone. My head was still too woozy for thinking of stuff like this. I setteled my drawing stuff down, taking my coffee, leaning back in the booth. Maybe Jessy would have some advice fore me. Two heads are smarter then one, or so they say. But i should definatly talk to Phil, at least try to explain things to him. I dont want him thinking im giving him some false hope here. As if he could sense my toughts, he turned around, took his coffee and walked towards me. „Mind if i join you?“ he asked, and i smiled „Ofcourse i dont. I guess my inspiration is still sleeping, so no work to be done at the moment.“ He grined „Thats good for me. I can have the pleasure of your company for some more then.“ I chuckled at that, siping some more of the coffee. But i tought again about talking with him about everything. My face must have gotten some serious expression, 'couse Phil looked at me a bit serious, before asking „Whats bothering you, Maya? I have a feeling you want to talk to me about something.“ I looked at him, those deep eyes of his gazing intensly at me, trying to dig up my toughts. „I do.“ I admitted after a moment „But to be hones, i dont know how to start .“ „Well, just do your best.“ He said, and i started to get the feeling of a knot at my stomach again. „Allright.“ I said, but the words didnt come easy after that. „I like you, Phill.“ I said finaly after a moment of silence. He chuckled „Ok, thats a good start.“ „Ah, but that was the easy part.“ I started „Now comes the tricky one.“ I could notice him tensing a bit, like he knew where this might lead to. „Ok, go on then.“ He said. „I enjoy your company, talking to you, its so easygoing. I feel we clicked, that theres some 'spark' between us, and i know you noticed the same.“ „You're right about that.“ He replied. „But..“ i started, and Phil interupted me, sighing „Ahh, there it is, the famous 'but' part.“ „Please, Phil, just let me say what i have, then you can hate me.“ He looked at me, his face getting a soft touch „I couldnt hate you, Maya.“ „Dont say it untill im not done talking.“ I said, a bit sadness creeping to my voice. „Alright. Please, continue.“ „Ok. As i started earlier,i like you, but i dont want to get your hopes up.“ I settled my coffe on the table, my hands fidgeting with the cup. Why was this so hard? „Shit, Phil, im a complete mess at the moment.“ I started „I myself dont know what i want, and its tearing me up inside. There is someone, and i dont know where I stand with him. And i dont want to start something new, if im not a 100% sure that its the right thing, that its something i really want. With no loose ends catching up on me.“ I looked up at Phil, him still not taking his eyes off me. „Am i making any sense to you here?“ i asked, lovering my head. I really didnt want to have this conversation, but that was me being honest. All of a sudden, i could feel Phil's hand covering mine, and i looked back up at him. He still had that softness written all over his face. „I appriciate your honesty, Maya.“ He started „Now let me be honest also.“ „Ofcourse“ i said „I expect nothing less.“ „Good.“ He looked at me more serious now. „You know i like you, you said it yourself. I dont know why, but i felt drawn to you the moment i saw you. Theres something in you that makes a man bedazled by you, i cant explain it differently.“ He paused for a moment before continuing. „And i get it, you dont want to get into something half hearted. And i applaud you for that. Because, if anything was to happen between us, i wouldnt want it that way either.“ He looked at me now, his gaze intensifing again, and i started to feel that heat again. „If it was to happen“ he continued „I would prefere if you wer in it with every inch of your body and soul.“ I was mesmerized by his words. He was so open with me, the words came so easy to him. Why cant it be like this with Jake. „Allrighty, that was pretty honest there.“ I said finaly, making an aqward smile. „You wanted me to be honest.“ He said, adding „And just so you know, im not going to make it easy for you.“ He looked at me now, with that devilish spark in his eyes again. I looked at him puzzled „What do you mean by it?“ He grined at me „Its like this: i will continue to act like i did so far, and you can do the same, cause, lets face it, we both like it.“ His grin widened, and i smiled back at him. „Good, you get me. But, until i get a confirmation from you about freely taking it a step further, i will do whatever i can to maybe, just maybe, help you feel a bit less messy and steer thigs in my favore.“ „And what if it wont end as you hope it would? Can you be ok with just being my friend?“ i asked him. He looked at me for a moment, before answering. „Honestly“ he started“i cant say i wouldnt be dissapointed, a little hearth broken probably, but i would respect your choice. And yes, Maya, if that would be so, i would gladly be just your friend.“ “Thanks, Phil, i appriciate all you said.“ I told him „I was kinda affraid of having this conversation with you.“ „You, affraid? I cant belive that“ he said, teasingly „Belive me, i was scared as hell.“ I said, adding to it „But im glad we had it. I didnt want it to become aqward between us at some point.“ „Not gonna happen.“ He said, winking at me. I smiled „Shit, you know, even thou i had enough yesterday, i could actualy use a drink right now.“ Phil lughed so hard „Awww, you really did get scared. We are in a bar afterall, you just say the words and ill bring you that drink.“ He said, looking at me with one raised eyebrow. „Only if you join me“ i said, grining at him „ And if you dont tell Jessy about it.“ He got up from the booth, smiling and winking before he left for the bar „Deal!“

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the-flowerwolf · 4 years

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"We are family"

Summary: The Hawkins siblings sort things out

A/N: @221roses "and you will always be my big bro". @jellyfishdodraw "I do". You guys are amazing and I love you💙💙💙

"Seriously?! Are you going to marry him?!"

"Dan is a good guy!"

"Of course, as good as your friends who break into other people's basements!"

Jessy felt like crying.

"Why can't you just support me for once in your life?!

"Why can't you just behave responsibly for once in your life?!" Phil shouted.

Until now, they were sitting at the kitchen table in his house, but as soon as the argument started, the siblings jumped out of their seats. Jessy wrapped her arms around herself and squeezed.

"Why do you say so?"

Phil looked at her coldly.

"Someone has to point this out to you. You're not 10 anymore, Jessy. Mother is no longer there to indulge your childish antics."

"Oh, so that was it! You just keep blaming me for what happened!"

Phil snorted.

"Of course, Jessy. This is all because of an incident a decade ago, not your behavior. Just keep making a victim of yourself, you're doing a great job of it."

Jessy had tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn't even notice them. Phil turned away.

"What am I doing wrong?! Please tell me!" She flinched as her brother's fist came down hard on the refrigerator.

"What are you doing wrong?! Maybe you do stupid things without thinking about what the consequences might be?! Or wait for others to solve your problems for you?! You are already in your twenties, and you don't even care about how your actions affect others! Oh, I don't even know, sister, what are you doing wrong?!"

Jessy sank slowly to the floor, leaning against the wall. The tears continued to flow, she became hysterical and began to choke.

"I'm s-sorry... I'm s-so so-sorry," Jessy repeated between gasps.

Phil sighed. He didn't want to indulge her childish whims again, but... It was his sister. His little sister. And he couldn't see her like this and do nothing. Especially if he was the cause of her tears.

Phil sat down next to Jessy and pulled her into his arms. She immediately snuggled up to him, hugging him back.

"Shh, Shh, come on, girl, don't cry..."

"I-I'm so s-sorryyyy!"

"Stop it, you don't have to apologize a hundred times."

"I-I don't want you to ha-hate m-me!"

Phil started stroking her hair. He knew it had a calming effect on her.

"I don't hate you, baby. I love you. That's why I'm trying to set your mind straight. What are you going to do if you're alone?"

She clutched at her brother's shirt as if she were drowning and he was her lifeline.

"Please don't ever leave m-me..."

"Of course I won't leave you. We're family. You will always be my little sis."

"And you will always be me big bro..."

They sat like that on the floor for a long time, first so that Jessy could calm down, and then they just didn't want to let go of each other. They started chatting about nothing in particular. The atmosphere was no longer tense, siblings had made everything clear to each other. Of course, they have and will have disagreements, but all that really mattered was that they are a family. Loving family. And they will always be there for each other.

***

On her wedding day, Jessy stood in front of the mirror, nervously adjusting her dress and hair. She was ready and her older sister, Cleo, and Mc tried to calm her down.

"What if something goes wrong?! Something is sure to go wrong! Cleo, you made a cherry cake, didn't you?! This is very important, Dan's uncle is allergic to strawberrys! And..."

"You worry too much about nothing, sis."

Jessy turned around. Phil was leaning against the doorway, hands in the pockets of his black tuxedo. There was a soft smile on his face.

"Can you give us five minutes?" He asked her friends and they went away.

As Mc passed him, Phil winked and Jessy snorted.

"Do you have to flirt with my friends on my wedding day?"

"Yes." he said simply, walking over to her and putting his hands on Jessy's shoulders, still smiling softly. "You look amazing, sis. Dan is very lucky..."

Jessy smiled brightly.

"Thank you!"

"...But if he offends you, he's dead."

Jessy rolled her eyes, but giggled.

"Don't worry. He's a really nice guy."

"I really hope so."

They stood up, enjoying the cozy silence. It was a big step. They needed time.

"You know, mom would be very proud of you right now."

"Phil, please," Jessy laughed nervously, "I can't cry today, my mascara will run..."

"You don't have to cry, it's a good thing, stupid."

Jessy gave him a look of mock resentment and slapped him lightly on the shoulder with her fist.

"Idiot."

Phil laughed.

The door to the room opened again, and both siblings turned in it's direction at the same time. Cleo stood in the doorway.

"It's time."

Phil turned back to his sister.

"Ready?"

Jessy took a deep breath. Nodded. Then she took her brother's arm.

"Ready."

There were many guests. All relatives and friends. They were gathered in a nice little Church, and at the altar, with the priest, Dan was waiting for his bride.

The music began to play, and the guests turned to the entrance.

Jessy squeezed her brother's hand.

"Easy," he said softly, "It's going to be all right."

And they started walking down the aisle. The brother and sister, both beautiful in their current outfits and beloved by the crowd, walked proudly along the paved path. They were both tense, and both tried their best not to show it.

Phil led Jessy to the altar and turned to her. Without a word, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, then turned to face her fiance.

"Take care of her." Phil said, shaking Dan's hand.

"Certainly." Dan said seriously and nodded gratefully. Phil nodded in response. He stood up in his place.

The priest's words flew in and out of his ears, leaving nothing behind in Phil's memory. He was looking at Jessy. She was the exact image of their mother, and in truth, Phil wanted to hate her for it sometimes. But then he remembered. He remembered how they played together as children, how he protected her from abusers, how she helped him with his problems. They were family. He just couldn't hate her.

"And you, Jessica Hawkins, do you take Dan Anderson as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

"I do."

Phil smiled softly.

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howltersssssmile · 3 years

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Moving Day

Summary: When it's finally time to move into their forever home, Dan couldn't be happier and Phil couldn't be more stressed. When it all gets too much for Phil, Dan is there to make it better.

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fainting

"Okay I've got the heavy box with all of your bloody houseplants in it, so you take that one over there." Dan chuckled, face scrunched and knuckles white as he hoisted the box into his arms. "Earth to Philly?"

Phil felt like he was in a daze, his legs shook slightly as pulled himself up from the car seat, joining Dan with a tentative smile in front of the removal van.

"Which one?" He mumbled, nodding as Dan motioned to the only other box that had been loaded off the truck. "Pillows". Phil couldn't help but chuckle as he read the label, hoisting it up with one hand.

"Honestly Lester with your track history, I reckon pillows is about all you can handle." Dan giggled, winking at the pale boy as he stumbled through the front door.

Phil took a deep breath, he felt like he'd been hit with the removal truck himself, blinking back black spots as he proceeded to grab another box to pile on top of the pillows.

He hadn't slept in about a week, too worried about the move to have time to rest. He'd barely eaten because he'd felt too nauseous, and his hands had been shaky for the past 3 days.

It was finally the day. The day Dan had been dreaming about and the day Phil had been silently dreading. The big move. The literal house shift, the one they had been anticipating for over three years. They were both elated when they signed the contact in 2017, but as they days began to fly closer, Phil found himself in a state of constant panic, butterflies swimming in his stomach each time they made interior decisions and saw bricks build up. He wasn't great with big changes.

He had never owned property before. What if something went wrong? What if the house just randomly fell apart? He wanted everything to be perfect for Dan, after all, that boy deserved the world, but he couldn't help his constant anxiety about each step of the process.

He shook away the nerves as best as he could, inhaling sharply as he made his way into the house. His head was pounding from lack of sleep, he felt hot and sick, and the extra box he'd piled onto himself was indeed proving to be too much.

Underneath a colourful woollen knit, his little frame was now shaking, impossible to hide as Dan walked towards him.

"Hey I told you to take one box at a time silly, give it here love I've got it." Dan went to prise it from his boyfriend's hands, concern lacing his smile as he saw them shaking.

"You good bub?" His eyes quickly shot to Phil's panicked ones as he saw his white complexion grow paler and his shoulders start to sway. "Phil?" He stepped forward as Phil put his free hand to his head, taking sharp breaths inwards as Dan went to steady his shoulder.

"F-Feel lightheaded." He mumbled, scrunching his eyes shut. His head was swimming, and before he knew it he felt his legs buckle beneath him, hands on him and the distant sound of his box clashing with the floor.

Blackness.

"Woah, Phil, Phil look at me love." Dan caught his boyfriend around the waist, quickly lowering him to the hallway floor and sitting him up against the wall. He pushed the boxes out of the way and kneeled in front of him, his hands now cupping his face as it lolled to the side, his baby blues firmly closed.

"Come on baby please open your eyes." Dan was panicking now, Phil was hot, clammy and unconscious. "You're ok, come on, let me help you."

Phil felt fuzzy, his first response to grip his pounding head with his hand as he started to come to. He felt Dan's hand cupping his cheek and he instinctively leaned into it, feeling too weak to do much else. The lack of eating and sleeping had caught up with him and he just wanted to cry.

"Hey, hey, Phil, look at me sweetheart, are you okay?" He pressed a kiss to his forehead. "What do you need, how are you feeling?"

"W-What happened?" Phil whispered tentatively, blinking rapidly as opened his eyes. "W-Why am I o-on the f-floor?" He spoke shakily, he felt like he was on fire, but his body was shaking like a leaf.

"You passed out Phil, you're worrying me." Dan stroked back his messy quiff, before fumbling through his backpack for his water bottle. "Here take some sips of this." He pressed the bottle to his boyfriends lips, brows furrowed as Phil continued to groan.

"M'fine" he mumbled after taking a few short sips, "just got d-dizzy that's all."

"It's more than that and you know it Phil, you can barely hold your head up." Dan shuffled over to the fallen pillow box, grabbing one from the top and motioning for Phil to lay down. "Lay down on this and we'll put your legs up against this box so we can get some blood back to your head."

"M'fine Dan, honestly." Phil protested, pressing his hand firmly to the ground as he attempted to push himself up. "I can't just lay in an empty house on the hallway floor while there are removal men coming in and out." He weakly giggled and shakily made it to his feet once more.

Before Dan could get a word in, the black spots resurfaced, and he felt his knees go weak once again. Dan grabbed his shoulders, slowly lowering him back down to the ground.

"You're not fighting me on this Phil, lay down, I can't have you pass out again on me bub it's scary." Dan was holding back tears at the sight of his soulmate crumbling around him. This was supposed to be a happy day.

Phil nodded into the pillow as Dan helped him lay back, a comforting hand resting in his hair as Dan continued to coo.

"What's going on Philly?" Dan asked. "Do you think this another vasovagal attack?"

"Think so." Phil whispered shamefully, burying his head into the pillow to hide from Dan's concerning glare. He didn't really feel like saying much, half tired, half embarrassed that he was sprawled out across the floor as removals waited outside.

"Have you got a migraine?" Dan placed his hand back on Phil's forehead, "you've been overdoing it again haven't you?" He knew something was wrong, smiling sadly as Phil intertwined his fingers limply in Dan's hand.

"I've just been so stressed about everything, the move, making it perfect for you I j-just."

"Shh, it's ok, you're such an idiot sometimes Phil, it's perfect because you're here, it's you and me, not the fact that the carpet arrives on time." Dan saw a smile grace his boyfriend's lips as he turned a shade of red and hid himself in Dan's hand that was cupping his face. "You've really stressed yourself out over this haven't you bub?"

"I've not slept in days." Phil chuckled sheepishly, starting to feel slightly more human as he went to push himself back up against the wall.

"Phil Lester, why do you never tell me these things until you're literally passed out on the floor." Dan rolled his eyes, still cautious as Phil sat himself up. "Stay there, I don't wanna see you leave this floor until I'm back ok?"

"Where are you-"

"Stay there!"

After about 10 minutes of feeling dazed against the wall, Phil saw Dan return with his kind hazel eyes and Phil's favourite blanket under his arm.

"Come on Mr liability, let's go into the lounge." Dan held his hand out, helping a wobbly Phil to his feet before draping and arm around his side. "I think someone could do with a nap."

Phil shook his head as he was confronted with their new sofa, just placed in the living room by the removal team, now topped with a cushion and the blanket Dan proceeded to throw on it.

"No Dan I can't just sleep while you move the whole house in." Phil pulled away from his grip, turning to go back outside, before the searing pain in his head returned stopping him in his tracks as he scrunched his eyes and hunched back over. He felt Dan's hands on him once again, this time leading him to the sofa and sitting him down more forcefully.

"You're not gonna be much help if you pass out and drop the boxes are you?" Dan chuckled. "Besides, the removal men know what happened, they are removing stuff off the van for me as we speak, it's going to be fine Phil ok?"

"Ok." Phil fought no more, slowly lowering himself into the sofa and curling up against the cushions. "Sorry Danny."

Dan shook his head, pulling the blanket up around him before pressing a kiss to his dark hair. "Never be sorry, I just want you to feel better love."

With that Phil drifted straight into slumber, his face softening as his pain faded into dream world. Dan let out a sad sigh, crouching down to gently remove his boyfriend's glasses, before pushing back his messy quiff and pecking his forehead.

"What am I going to do with you?" He chuckled.

Hours had passed, and Dan was knackered. Boxes were stacked in each room, large furniture was oddly placed in random corners, and two shopping bags sat on the kitchen top.

He slumped down next to the sofa and smiled as he was met with his favourite baby blue's.

"How're you feeling?" He smiled as Phil pursed his lips for a kiss, pecking him lovingly as he leaned over him.

"Better." Phil huffed as he pushed himself up. "What time is it?"

"About six, you've been asleep for about 5 hours bub." Dan chuckled ruffling his hair. "I'm glad you're feeling better." He took a seat next to Phil, allowing the older man to cuddle into his chest.

"Thank you Danny, for everything today." He hummed. "I can't believe we're finally here."

"Yeah, me neither." Dan smiled, his face softening as he looked out of the bay window onto a quiet residential street. "We did it Lion, we built out forever home."

"Hmmm." Phil smiled into him, pressing a kiss to his neck. "Dan?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I have some toast?"

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think! Leave requests in the comments!

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awhitehead17 · 4 years

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Can you write a timkon youtube au based off of compilations of Dan and Phil being cute/domestic/boyfriends?

Hey anon, so I have never watched Dan and Phil before however I have watched MarkE Miller and I think his relationship with Ethan is really cute, so I’ve some stuff from there instead - hope you don’t mind!

I imagine Kon being a vlogger who films a variety of stuff while Tim is more of a gamer.

I hope this is okay and that you enjoy it! :D

“Right, so I have to totally show you guys this!” Kon grins into the camera and quickly makes his way over to the ensuite of their hotel room. Still smiling into the camera he explains, “As you know, Tim and I have reservations tonight at the local restaurant but right now we’re getting ready and Tim is singing in the bathroom.”

Kon tries to stifle his laughter as he carefully opens the bathroom door up just enough to see into the room. Through the crack he places the camera so the audience would be able to see the mirror that covers the wall and Tim’s reflection as he gets ready.

His boyfriend was only half dressed in his slacks, he has a hairbrush in one hand and was waving the other one about as he dances to the music playing from his phone which was placed by the sink. Kon snickers, which causes the camera to shake, as Tim widely moves his body, sings out of tune and uses the hairbrush as a microphone.

It goes on for a few seconds and Kon’s enjoying the show as much as he knows his audience would too. He loves seeing Tim be carefree and open, even if it was dancing and singing in the bathroom half naked with no cares in the world.

Eventually he must have been too loud because Tim looks in the mirror and finally spots the camera sticking out through the door. He halts his movements and stares at Kon with a scowl.

“Really? You better delete it.”

Kon finally pushes the door open and walks into the room. He faces the camera to the mirror making sure it’s pointed at them, when he reaches Tim he throws an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. He smiles widely into the mirror, loving every second of the moment.

“But why? Babe, you put on such a good show!”

Tim crosses his arms and glares at both Kon and the camera through the mirror. “Delete it.” Tim demands.

It only makes Kon smile harder. He turns his head and presses a kiss to Tim’s temple. “Hmmm I’ll think about it.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too. Now finish getting ready!”

Kon leaves Tim to it but as he exits the room Tim slams the door shut behind him and seconds later he could hear the door being locked. It makes him snicker and he turns the camera back onto himself as he goes and settles on the bed. “I am totally not editing, or deleting, that footage.”

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“That’s 26, 27,28, twenty – hey, come on. Six more and you’ve done it.” Kon says looking down at Tim who was now on his back with his arm resting over his face, in the position of defeat.

Tim shakes his head, “Nope. That’s it I’m done!”

From where he was kneeling and holding Tim’s feet down with his hands, Kon gives the camera opposite them a look before turning back to Tim.

“Come on Tim, how am I supposed to do a workout video if my partner won’t even workout!”

“That sounds like a you problem. Also you didn’t even ask me, you just forced me into this!”

Kon moves and puts his hands on Tim’s knees and shakes them, “Timmmmm…..”

A beat goes by but soon enough Tim was huffing and removing the arm from his face and placing his hands beside his head. Kon grins and repositions his hands on Tim’s feet again. Despite Tim’s complaining he was in amazing shape and effortlessly lifts his body up into a crunch until his face was opposite Kon’s. Instinctively Kon moves forward but stops himself halfway which makes Tim give him an odd look.

“Uh, twenty… nine.”

Tim snorts and falls back down before coming up again, this time as Kon moves forward Tim stops stutters in his movements and jerks his head forward but instantly back tracks as Kon does. They pause and stare at one another before huffing out a laugh.

“30.” Kon says smiling.

Tim rolls his eyes and goes back down. This time as he comes up, he reaches out and grabs Kon’s jaw to pull him in for a chaste kiss before dropping back down again. Kon’s too surprised to even say the next number.

This time Kon was expecting it, so when Tim comes up again he instantly puts his lips to Tim’s in a kiss. However Kon wasn’t prepared for his boyfriend to reach up, grab his head and force him to travel down with him at the time as the kiss.

Tim’s legs open up and Kon finds himself landing on top of Tim with his arms bracketing the other’s shoulder’s. Kon pulls back and looks down to find Tim smiling and laughing as he wraps his arms around Kon’s shoulders.

“You better edit that out.” Tim says looking up at him.

Kon blinks and turns to the camera he had momentarily forgotten about. “Maybe.” He turns back to Tim and smirks. “You never know, someone may use this for inspiration.”

Tim smacks him. “Kon!”

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“You’re going to die.”

“I’m not going to die.”

“You’re doing it wrong, you’re totally gonna die.”

Soon enough the characters on the screen gets slashed in half with blood flying everywhere and the screen goes black before restarting up at the previous check point. Tim turns his head and gives Kon a smug look.

Kon refuses to look at him as he huffs and holds up the controller for Tim to take. Tim grins and gleefully takes it. “Now let me show you how it’s actually done!” He turns his focus onto the screen in front of him, concentrating on getting all of the character’s moves right so he could defeat the boss that Kon epically failed to do so.

“You know,” Kon starts as he leans back in his chair, “when you said you wanted me to join you in a video, this wasn’t what I imagined.”

“Oh?” Tim says absentmindedly, his attention was still on the screen in front of him.

Kon shakes his head and turns to the camera opposite them above the screen. “Why do you guys even watch him? Like seriously, he’s the most boing human being I have ever met. What makes his videos so interesting?”

“Because…. I am…. awesome… Boom!” Tim drops his controller onto his lap and flicks his hands as the boss dramatically dies on the game. Tim grins into the camera before flicking his gaze to Kon. “They watch me because I am the best gamer of all time. Nothing can stop me and these fabulous fingers of victory.”

Kon lest out a disbelieving laugh as Tim wiggles his fingers in front of the camera. “You’re a dork, that’s what you are.”

“You’re just jealous.” Tim states, he turns to the camera. “Do you guys think he’s jealous because he doesn’t have my magical, fabulousness fingers that can defeat anything thrown my way. Or do you think it’s because he’s just a sore loser that got his ass kicked a hundred times over?”

“I am not a sore loser!”

“Blasphemy! You totally are.”

“I’m not!”

“Comment down below if you think he is! Let us know what you think!”

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Kon holds his phone up to the camera, allowing it to focus on the messages on the screen before turning it around to face him. “So Tim’s just messaged me that he’s finally off the plane and is now waiting in the security line, he’s guessing he’ll be another 10 to 20 minutes as he’s near the front.”

He turns the camera away and points it as his surroundings. “I’m currently in Metropolis airport waiting for Tim to come through those-” he points to the doors with the sign ‘arrivals’ above it, “-doors because he’s just taken a flight from Gotham to get here. I’m picking him up and then we’re going to go back to my apartment and chill. Tomorrow we’ll go out and do something but tonight is a chill night.

It’s been so long since I last seen him in person and you guys know that, so this is actually really exciting because I have missed him so much.”

While he waits Kon puts down the camera, his audience doesn’t need to see 10 minutes of useless video while he stands around and does nothing. To kill the time he does a mixture of playing on his phone and people watching. However, once he spots Tim he brings the camera back up and points it as his boyfriend walking towards him.

“There he is! Oh my gorgeous boyfriend who I have dearly missed!” In the camera he shows Tim off, he was wearing grey joggers, a loose red t-shirt and had his suitcase trailing behind him as he walked.

“You look like a mess.” Kon greets him when he gets into hearing range. Tim smiles and rolls his eyes.

“I haven’t seen you in weeks and that’s the greeting I get. Gee thanks babe, I love you too.”

Kon turns the camera back to himself, shaking his head dramatically, “People these days, you just can’t have a laugh like you used to.”

“Shut up, I know you were.”

They finally get close enough to embrace the other. Kon moves the camera around so it was pointed at the two of them as they hugged. “I missed you.” He says kissing Tim’s temple.

“Missed you too.”

They pull apart just enough so they could have a light kiss before readjusting themselves. Kon throws an arm around Tim’s shoulders while Tim puts an arm around his waist and uses his other hand to pull his suitcase along. Kon keeps the camera on them. “Reunited at long last.”

Tim snorts, but was definitely smiling, “You’re hopeless.”

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“If you’ve been keeping up with mine and Kon’s recent videos, then you would know that he and I are taking some time off to spend some quality time together. I am currently on my way to surprise him before we get started.”

Tim keeps glancing at the camera attached to his dashboard as he drives up the motorway explaining the situation. He has to stop himself from swearing up a storm when some asshole recklessly overtakes him.

“Anyway, we’re meeting in New York to start off with because Kon has some business he needs to take care of first and then we’ll get going to the chalet we have hired for like 10 days. We’ve got a hotel room for the night and then we’ll be traveling there tomorrow.

Today I am doing a different kind of video because I am going to surprise Kon. He thinks I’ll be arriving later in the day, but unknown to him I have left like 5 hours early so I can be there when he gets back from his whatever.”

Once he gets to the hotel Tim picks the camera up and starts recording. “I’ve arrived at the hotel and Kon’s not back yet which was the plan. On the way here I stopped by the local shop, grabbed some wine and some snacks for us, I even managed to get chocolate covered strawberries which is great because Kon loves those.

Now I know I’m not the most romantic person, but I just want to surprise him and give him back a little something.”

Tim stops recording and makes use of his time by playing on his phone until Kon sends him a message saying he’ll be arriving to the hotel shortly and how he’ll be waiting for Tim when he gets there. Tim smirks at that because Kon is clueless.

After getting that message he picks the camera back up. “Kon has messaged me, he’s on his way back to the hotel now, so it’s time that I give him his surprise!”

Tim keeps the camera aimed on him as he positions it on the headboard of the bed. Once it was settled he goes and presses himself up against the wardrobe so he was hidden from the door.

Tim smirks back at the camera when he could hear keys rattling, he grins even more when the door to the room opens and he could hear Kon walking through. Once his boyfriend’s back appears in front of him he jumps out from his spot.

Kon catches his movement and jumps. His whole body jerking as he takes several steps back away from Tim in fear. A moment goes by as Kon gets over the fright and Tim grins at him.

Putting hand over his heart Kon exclaims, “Why would you do that!”

Tim cackles and move to hug him. “Surprise babe! I love you.”

Kon pouts at him but wraps him up in a hug nonetheless. Tim shifts slightly and gestures to where the camera was pointed at them from the bed. “I caught all that on camera, that’s going to be great to re-watch later.”

Kon gives the camera a deadpan look before turning back to Tim. “I hate you.”

Tim bops him on the nose, “But make up for scaring you I have brought wine and some snacks, one of which happens to be chocolate covered strawberries.”

His boyfriend’s pout turns into a happy smile, “Okay, you have redeemed yourself. Thank you.”

#anonymous #timkon #Tim Drake #Kon-El #YouTube AU #fluff #domestic fluff #humour #kon's a vlogger #tim's a gamer #they constantly feature in each others video #their fans totally adore their relationship #fanfiction

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blissedoutphil · 4 years

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Dan the Personal Assistant Part 10

Dan has to submit an application video to be an assistant for a company President, Mr. Lester. But what happens when he accidentally sends a wrong video?

4209 words of Dom!Phil, sub!dan, blowjob, riding, bath sex

I really meant to be more productive with writing in lockdown but all I got was writer’s block and suddenly 2 months have passed?? sigh. Finally the new chapter’s here after rewriting it countless times omg I’m just as happy as you are.

~Part 9~

~Part 11~

or read on ao3!

Since then, they started having sex more often, until it became something normal for them. Natural even. Dan still initiated more than Phil, and he understood whenever Phil had to turn him down to actually do work.

Dan dared to feel happy. He was content with this arrangement, even if he was technically still just a personal whore. It was definitely better than when Phil was adamant about having a fine line drawn between them. Nothing wrong had happened yet, which Dan was relieved about and he was confident that nothing bad could happen with this arrangement. Phil had probably been paranoid about nothing.

It went on for weeks, but Dan never got bored or tired of being pounded by Phil on any random surface in the office, quick fucks that were rough and hard and left him feeling like his insides were rearranged. He loved even more the lesser moments where Phil would go sweet and slow, take care of him in a way that he can pretend that they’re more than just in a “professional” relationship. But he was careful not to dwell too much and let his mind overthink any of Phil’s actions, especially the ones that seemed more loving than usual. Repress those feelings and all will go well.

But no matter what Dan told himself, of course he still felt like there was something missing. He started longing for more. Leaving the office to an empty home always felt lonely, falling asleep alone in bed wasn’t as good as falling asleep in the office with Phil tucking him into the couch. He actually felt sad whenever work ended and looked forward to weekdays instead of weekends, which would’ve sounded crazy to him just a year ago.

He knew one way to stop feeling lonely on Sundays; the idea had always been on the back of his mind. He’d been resilient enough not to follow through though as he felt like it wasn’t a good idea. But one particular weekend felt rough, and even though he knew he was going to meet his boss the next day, he felt like he really couldn’t go through that Sunday without him.

So against better judgement, he found himself standing outside the snug coffee shop. He could already see Phil at his usual corner busy with his laptop, from peering into the window.

What are you trying to do, Dan? he sighed.

But his feet dragged him into the shop anyway. He pretended that he really was there for another coffee, after all it was always a place he had wished to frequent before he had the means to do so.

He ordered the caramel macchiato again, and intentionally walked near Phil’s table.

“Oh, hey boss,” he said as he bumped into the empty chair at Phil’s table, feigning surprise.

“Dan!” Phil was certainly caught off guard to see his boy there.

“Working again?” Dan tried to make small talk, stalling his time there without seeming too obvious or desperate to stay.

“Yeah. Caramel macchiato again?” Phil chuckled.

“Yeah.”

There was a beat of silence, with Dan wanting to ask if he could stay but not sure how to.

“You can join me if you’d like, no need to be shy y’know,” Phil smiled knowingly.

Dan didn’t know if he liked or hated how readable he was, but he accepted the offer. It was like Phil knew just how bad he needed to see him today. And maybe Phil wanted to see him just as much too, he mused.

“You should try their latte next time,” Phil suggested.

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So there was a next time. And a next time after that. And as weeks passed, Dan found himself falling into yet another routine. Throwing caution to the wind, he always ended up at the cafe, staring into the window for about ten minutes debating in his head whether it’d be a good idea before eventually giving in and going in anyway. Phil never seemed to mind, he seemed excited almost whenever Dan appeared. And Dan only took that as a sign to return again the next week.

Dan was still going through the menu as recommended by Phil. He took his cup of cold brew and headed to his seat. He didn’t really know what time Phil always arrived, he didn’t even ask beforehand if Phil would be coming or if he could spend the day with him, he just shows up. Looking back, it was funny how he used to be worried if Phil would want him there or not, now he just knew without Phil needing to say anything.

He never followed Phil home for dinner again like the first time, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t want to overstay his welcome. They were both content to spend their Sunday afternoons in companionable silence and do nothing more that could potentially disrupt their current arrangement. Or perhaps neither of them dared to take the next step. But they seemed comfortable for now.

That was until.

“Dan.”

Dan looked up from his cup.

“I have to go on a business trip on Tuesday.”

“Oh,” Dan said, not really sure how to answer.

“Yeah, it’s quite a last minute thing. The new partner needed me over at their headquarters. I’ll be gone for a week.”

Hearing that made Dan already start to miss Phil, which didn’t make sense since he was still sitting right in front of him.

“Where you headed to?”

“New York.”

“So... I won’t be going to work next week?”

“Oh don’t think you’re off the hook from work that easily,” Phil said cheekily, and Dan quirked his eyebrow in curiosity. Was he supposed to serve the other staff in the office or something?

“You’re coming with me, mister.”

Dan gaped, “Really?”

“Unless you don’t want to,” Phil shrugged nonchalantly.

“You’re letting me choose?” Dan asked, still somewhat in shock.

“Of course, why would I force you into things,” Phil looked a little offended.

“I mean- I’m just. I’ve never even been out of the UK, why would I choose to stay here?!”

Phil laughed, the corners of his eyes scrunching up in the way that was downright adorable.

“I gotta warn you, some of the other staff would also be there. I’ll arrange a different flight for us, we can get there before the rest. You might have to hide in the hotel room like you do in our office if you don’t wanna see them.”

Dan was fine with that, he still would rather not cross paths with anyone else in the office. Over time, Dan realised that Phil had become more possessive over him and felt the same way too. Unlike Phil’s previous assistant, Dan did not want to get acquainted with anyone else, and Phil did not have any interest in sharing anymore either.

Dan couldn’t stop grinning the rest of the day. What is his life.

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The flight was long but comfortable as Phil had booked them business seats, and Dan spent a lot of time like a little child looking out the aeroplane window in amazement.

He squashed all thoughts about how this could be anything more than a business trip with his boss. Who most probably brought him along just for the sexual relief. But when Phil slept with his head leaned on his shoulder, he couldn’t help but entertain thoughts about how maybe Phil wanted more than that too.

They settled into their hotel room quickly, both tired from the long flight. Phil didn’t skimp on the room either, getting one on a high floor overlooking Central Park, with a living room in the suite. Dan thought it was too much for a week’s stay, he’d be fine lounging on the king sized bed all day, but Phil insisted to have a room as comfortable as possible for Dan while he’d be out working.

Dan was feeling like he was harbouring on being a sugar baby, but he didn’t voice that out. He’d planned on giving Phil a blowjob or something as a form of thanks for this trip, but they were both so tired that they fell asleep instead.

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Dan woke up a couple of hours later, stretching out his long limbs. He’d never slept in such a comfortable bed before. He froze when his foot brushed against another, then he turned to see that Phil was asleep next to him. His heart pounded a bit faster, realising that this was the first time they’d slept together. They’d been too tired to even think properly, they’d even fallen asleep without changing or at least washing up a little.

He quietly got out of bed and to the bathroom to have a quick shower. The bathroom was lavish, with an inviting tub that he couldn’t wait to use. When he was done, he walked out to see that Phil was already up and waiting his turn to use the shower.

Dan was quite surprised at how comfortable it all felt. He didn’t feel awkward at all sharing the room with his boss, but he guessed that it was probably because he’d spent so long sharing the office room with him anyway. He found it funny almost; the man who was so adamant in setting up boundaries between them months ago was almost gone.

He explored the room a bit more properly now that he wasn’t tired. The first thing he realised was that there was only one bed. He didn’t know if it was excitement or nerves that he felt as he thought about sharing the bed with Phil for a week. And did Phil get a room with just one bed on purpose?

“Had a good rest?” Phil asked as he stepped out of the shower.

“Mhmm,” Dan smiled from where he was knelt unpacking his luggage. Not that he brought many clothes, if the rules in office were to apply here as well. Already he was just in his boxers, feeling comfortable enough.

It was already dark out, but jetlag caused them both to be wide awake. Phil made a quick order for room service, and they both lounged in the living room sofa in front of the tv while waiting for their food.

Except Dan had no intention of watching tv.

“Thank you for bringing me along on this trip, Sir,” he said, voice sultry.

He slid off the sofa and sank to his knees between Phil’s legs, not caring about subtleties.

Phil chuckled and spread his legs, “I mean I gotta admit it was for selfish reasons but I guess it is a win-win.”

Dan’s fingers traced along the waistline of Phil’s sweatpants, which Dan thought he looked absolutely hot in, even when compared to the usual business attire he was used to seeing his boss in. There was a dent forming in Phil’s pants where it was obvious he was growing hard already. He tugged Phil’s pants down, surprised to find that Phil was going commando.

He got Phil’s cock in his mouth in no time. They’d done this enough times that it felt like second nature to Dan already. He was so used to the feel of Phil in his mouth, the taste of him and his scent flooding his nose. He was used to the sounds Phil makes, knowing what each meant for Phil. He prided himself in his job, no matter how unusual it may be to outsiders.

He was so used to it that it didn’t even feel like a job anymore.

Phil’s hand had snaked through his curls, tugging gently as a sign for him to speed up. He hollowed his cheeks as he sucked on Phil’s cock, moving off only to suck on his balls before moving back to get Phil’s whole length in his mouth.

Phil moaned. He was so glad that Dan agreed to follow him on this trip. He was certain that he’d have a lot of pent up energy, not to mention feeling lonely, if he was here alone and away from Dan for a whole week.

He canted his hips up a little, pushing himself into Dan more. It was a quickie, a little sloppy but he could feel and see how much Dan was putting himself into it. He loves that about Dan, he never half-asses the things he does. He always made sure to put in extra effort to give him pleasure, and Phil appreciated that.

Phil held Dan’s head in place as he felt himself getting closer, even though he knew Dan wouldn’t move away anyway. Soon, he was coming in Dan’s mouth, shivering in pleasure as he felt Dan swallow around him.

He looked down to see Dan finally pop off his dick, lips swollen red and pupils dilated. He could see that Dan was also aroused, his own boxers looking way too tight now.

Just as he was about to suggest returning the favour, their doorbell rang. Dan scrambled to get up while Phil did so too. Phil quickly redressed and went to the door, letting room service in.

“Well I was about to get you off too but... now that the food is here, let’s dig in first,” Phil smirked, trying not to laugh at Dan's adorable pout.

Dan stifled a grumble as he tried to eat while still horny. At least the denial reminded him that nothing’s really changed except their location.

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Phil was even busier with work than usual, leaving their room really early the next day and fighting off his jetlag to attend countless meetings throughout the day. He even had to attend a business dinner with his partners and staff, and felt guilty for leaving Dan all alone til the late hours of the night.

Of course he didn’t confine Dan to their room like Rapunzel’s stepmom. As he unlocked their door and stepped inside after a long day, he found that he was rather looking forward to hearing about Dan’s day than anything else Dan could do with his mouth.

Dan had had a really relaxing day, having gone for a swim in the hotel pool before heading out to explore Central Park.

“I found a cafe that might possibly be better than our coffee shop back home,” Dan was gleaming as he told Phil about his day.

“No way,” Phil said in mock offence, “you dare say that our cafe is defeated?”

Dan giggled, nodding his head.

“Well you’d better bring me there on my off day. I won’t believe it til I see it for myself, boy. If I even get an off day, that is,” Phil sighed, feeling tired.

It was already past 1am, and he had another early start tomorrow. Business trips aren’t as fun as people make them out to be, and he was so glad that he had company this time.

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The next few days went by the same, with Phil leaving early and coming back late to listen to Dan’s day before hitting the sack. Dan felt bad for not doing what he was there to do, but Phil seemed way too busy to even think about sex. One night, he was still writing emails past midnight, and had even told Dan to go to bed first.

On Saturday, Dan came back earlier after doing a bit of shopping. Phil still had meetings to attend, but he’d said that he was able to finish work before dinner.

So Dan had a plan to help his boss relax after a tiring few days. He’d bought some bath bombs and scented candles on his shopping spree. He lit candles all around the room, and prepared a bath.

Phil opened the door and was immediately greeted with a soothing scent. The curtains were drawn, blocking out the sunset glow and leaving the room to be lit only by the several scented candles scattered around.

He could feel tension slowly leave his shoulders as he walked further into the room. He found Dan on their bed, in nothing but a bathrobe.

“What’s all this?” he asked softly, a smile tugging at his lips.

After Dan set up everything, he was afraid that it all looked a tad too romantic and his boss might get the wrong idea. But his worries melted away as Phil stood before him looking really appreciative of his work.

“My job is to help you relax, isn’t it, Sir?” Dan said as he stood up and closed the space between them, “and I’ve been quite shit at that recently. Gotta make up for it somehow.”

“Nonsense, Dan,” Phil argued, his hands landing on Dan’s waist, “you help me relax every night with stories of your day. But this sure is a treat.”

Phil leaned in and kissed Dan, feeling Dan practically melt into his touch. Dan broke the kiss sooner than Phil would’ve liked to, to loosen Phil’s tie. Once the tie was off, he tugged at Phil’s blazer til it was off too.

“I’ve drawn a bath for you, Sir,” Dan murmured as he unbuttoned Phil’s shirt.

“I like the sound of that,” Phil replied as he was practically pushed towards the bathroom.

The lavender aroma hit Phil the moment he opened the bathroom door. He turned around when he realised Dan had stepped back.

“Aren’t you gonna join me?” he raised an eyebrow.

Dan looked like he hadn’t expected that request.

“Oh, I thought you’d like some alone time,” he spoke timidly.

“I’m pretty sure your company would help me relax more,” Phil stated as he walked into the bathroom, not bothering to see if Dan would follow him in.

Because of course Dan would follow him in.

Phil was already stepping into the tub when Dan shut the door behind him. Candles were also scattered around the bathroom, giving a soft glow.

“Tub’s big enough for both of us,” Phil stated, looking at Dan expectantly.

Dan felt nervous suddenly, but in the good way where the butterflies in his tummy were drunk. Was that a good way? He wasn’t sure. He felt Phil practically undress him with his eyes before he even got to shrug his robe off.

“I-I brought wine,” he announced shyly, taking the bottle and glasses that he’d hidden in one of the cabinets.

He poured two glasses for them and placed them at the corner of the tub before quickly slipping in opposite Phil, letting the lavender aroma fill his senses.

“So how was your day?” Phil asked as he took his glass.

Dan relaxed into the tub as he went on about his adventures trying to find the perfect bath bomb, how he got mistaken for being one of the salesperson at Yankee Candle and almost got yelled at by a customer even though they were the one mistaking him for a worker.

Much like the previous days, they both enjoyed just sitting in each other’s company listening to stories about their day. Dan loved how everything was feeling so natural between them.

Phil could feel his stress float away with every sip of wine and every funny anecdote his boy told animatedly. The water was still warm and smelled so calming. He stretched his legs, grazing against Dan’s thighs as he did so.

He didn’t miss the tiny pause from Dan when his foot touched his thigh.

“Thank you for your effort, I appreciate all this,” Phil sighed happily.

Dan smiled, glad that his surprise worked.

“I only have one problem.”

Dan’s smile faded, immediately wracking his brain for all possibilities of what could be wrong.

“You are sat way too far away right now,” Phil stated matter-of-factly.

Dan chuckled, shaking his head slightly in relief. He turned around in the tub carefully to move into Phil’s waiting arms. Phil hummed happily as he pulled Dan closer to him, til Dan’s back was pressed against his chest.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, Dan leaning against Phil and Phil tracing little circles on Dan’s chest and tummy as they let the scented bubbly water soak them. Dan closed his eyes and in this quiet moment, he dared to pretend that they were more than what they really were. It was a dangerous game to play, but he’d found himself playing pretend more and more these days.

Soon, Phil’s mouth found his way to Dan’s damp neck. Dan tilted his head to give him more access. Phil left sloppy open mouthed kisses, tasting soap on his lips. His hands had settled on Dan’s nipples, beginning to tug on them.

Dan whimpered, feeling himself get hard. He rested his hands on Phil’s knees so that he wouldn’t lose control and touch himself.

“I believe I still owe you an orgasm from our first day here,” Phil whispered hotly against Dan’s neck.

Dan had almost forgotten that he still hadn’t gotten relief, but his cock twitched at the reminder. He moaned as Phil bit on his neck and began sucking a hickey.

One hand snaked away from Dan’s nipple and slid further down til it was ghosting around Dan’s hard cock resting against his lower stomach. Dan let out a strangled whine and gripped Phil’s knees harder.

Phil began stroking Dan slowly, touch ever so light, while still playing with Dan’s nipple and decorating his neck with more hickeys. Dan moaned, his head tilting back to rest against Phil’s shoulder. Phil took the opportunity to kiss along Dan’s jaw.

Dan could feel Phil’s erection against his ass.

“H-hold on,” he stuttered, struggling to stop Phil’s ministrations.

Phil stopped, confused, his hand still loosely wrapped around Dan’s dick. Dan held onto the edge of the tub to give himself leverage. He sat up for a moment and reached below to grab Phil’s cock.

Phil moaned at Dan’s touch, and his eyes widened at the realisation of what Dan was about to do. Before he could say anything, Dan had sunk down onto his dick.

“God,” Phil moaned heavily.

Dan began riding him slowly, careful not to move too much lest water spills out of the tub.

“Did you even stretch?” Phil asked.

“Candles and wine and this bath weren’t the only things I prepared,” Dan admitted sheepishly.

“God,” Phil repeated, and regained his grip on Dan’s cock.

Dan was moving too slow for Phil’s liking, so he urged his boy to speed up. His strokes on Dan’s cock matched Dan’s speed, which encouraged Dan to move faster.

Some water eventually did splash out of the tub, but Dan didn’t care anymore. He could feel himself breaking out a sweat despite being in a bath. He clenched around Phil every time Phil squeezed his shaft.

They moved in a rhythm for a bit, the purple water swirling and foam floating around them. Dan could feel his orgasm building up soon enough, and he rocked his hips faster, lifting up with more urgency and sinking onto Phil’s lap harder.

Phil was also jerking him off quicker. His lips were glued to Dan’s neck, his other hand still playing with Dan’s nipples. Dan was overwhelmed with sensations from all over his body, and he loved how Phil could reduce him to a moaning mess just like that.

“Close, Sir,” Dan uttered, hanging his head as he continued riding Phil.

“After me,” Phil grunted and sped up his movement’s on Dan’s throbbing cock.

Water splashed around them as Dan rode Phil with earnest, helping Phil chase his orgasm. Within a few more moments, Dan felt Phil shudder behind him, groaning as he came.

As Dan felt himself get filled with warm fluid, he also finally let go. Phil pumped him throughout his orgasm, and he clenched around Phil as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. When he was finally done coming, he slumped against Phil.

Phil was kissing the bruises he’d formed on Dan’s neck, not bothered to lift Dan off of him.

“Coming underwater feels the same as peeing underwater,” Dan uttered, brain too fuzzy to think before speaking.

He could feel his boss’s laugh vibrate through his body as much as he heard it.

“Up you get,” Phil hit Dan’s ass, “the water’s gross now that you’ve come in it.”

They got out of the tub and drained it, and Phil pulled Dan into the shower to quickly rinse both of them off.

Dan felt about ready to sleep, but they had not eaten, so he called room service for them. They ate on the bed together, making plans for the next day as it was Sunday so Phil had the day off.

After eating, they got comfortable under the blankets, and Dan didn’t want to think about how easily Phil pulled him closer, how easily he snuggled into Phil’s chest, how easily they spooned each other until their breaths evened out and they dozed into peaceful slumber.

Dan didn’t want to think about how easy it was to get used to yet another routine. He did not want to think about how this routine would get snatched away from him once this trip ends, and things at home would feel like a step back. He didn’t want to think about any of it, so for now he just pretended that it will always be this way.

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~Part 9~

~Part 11~

I’ve gotten stuck and rewritten new ideas so many times that idek if I like this anymore, it’s been so long since the fic started that idek if it even flows smoothly but I hope it does, and what matters is that you like the updates, so thank you for still being here for this fic <3

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Never Stop (You Still Get My Heart Racing)

hiiii!! (Two updates in one day??? who is she???) I hope you all are having a great week and enjoy this little birthday fic that I am posting late because i forgot to start it until yesterday (whoops) enjoy!! <3

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Words: 10k

Summary: Dan and Phil celebrate Dan's 29th birthday at home. A cute, fluffy engagement fic that somehow took me two days and turned out to be 10k words.title from Never Stop by SafetySuit

Warnings: Swearing, smut

"Dan," a whisper says, right next to his ear. "Dan, come on, get up." The voice is insistent, and quite honestly, grating on Dan's last sleep-deprived nerve.

"Fuck off," he mutters into the pillow, muffled voice losing some of its heat.

There's a low laugh, and then a hand settling in his unacceptably long hair. "Dan," he sing-songs. "I've got a surprise for you."

Dan cracks an eye open. "Hm?"

Phil grins at him. "You're so easy," he teases. He tugs on a curl, light enough that it doesn't hurt.

"Ow," Dan says anyway, just to be a brat.

"That didn't hurt," Phil replies, doing it again.

"How would you know?" Dan huffs.

Phil rolls his eyes. "You like it when it hurts, so bitching about it wouldn't make any sense."

Dan narrows his eyes. "Did you wake me up at the ass-crack of dawn just to kink-shame me?" He demands.

Phil's lip twitches like he wants to smile. "It's nearly one in the afternoon."

"And?" Dan grumbles.

"It's your birthday," Phil says, almost conversationally.

"Cheers," Dan says dryly. "One year closer to death, eh?"

Phil frowns. "I told you I don't like that joke," he says, his voice soft and quiet.

Dan sits up at that. "I know. Sorry." He leans in, kissing him softly in apology. "Good morning," he says when he pulls away.

There's still something unsettled in Phil's eyes, and Dan feels a sinking guilt in his stomach for causing it. He really wasn't feeling all that existential today, at least not yet, but the comment was just a knee-jerk reaction of his, as it always was. Still, he hated seeing Phil upset, especially when he knows he's the cause. Rather than follow that rabbit down the hole that would likely ruin his whole day, he smiles at Phil tentatively. "I heard something about a surprise?"

Finally, some of the light comes back to Phil's face, and he grins, nodding excitedly. "Yep, Norman and I have been hard at work all morning," he declares.

Dan snorts. "Our fish son is a free loader, I seriously doubt he contributed much.

Phil splutters, looking horrified. "Talk about our fish son like that again and you won't even have joint custody after the divorce!"

He's joking, and Dan knows he is, but that word still unsettles him in the worst way. He smiles, a little shakily. "I don't like that joke, either," he reminds him gently.

Phil's face falls in concern. "I- right, I'm sorry. I wasn't even- I was joking, Dan."

Dan nods, leaning in and kissing Phil's lips once more. "I know that. It's okay."

Phil tries to deepen the kiss, and Dan lets him. Even after ten years together, some mornings he was still awkward about sharing kisses when one of them hadn't brushed their teeth yet, but today was his birthday, and he fully planned on accepting every kiss that was offered to him. Phil's fingernails scratch gently at the back of Dan's neck, a shiver creeping down his spine at the feeling.

"Surprise?" Dan whispers against Phil's mouth, pulling away just enough to let the word out.

He expects Phil to let it go in favor of more sleep-warm kisses, so he's surprised when instead Phil puts more space between them, his eyes lit up with joy for whatever he's got planned. "Out of bed, sleepyhead, we've got places to be!"

Dan grumbles as he's pulled from the bed. "We can't even leave our flat, Phil, I seriously doubt we've got anywhere to be."

Phil tuts at him. "You have no idea what we're doing for today, so zip it." He suddenly spins to face Dan at the door, tilting his head consideringly. He studies Dan long enough that Dan starts wiping at his face and brushing off his t-shirt.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" He demands, feeling embarrassed.

Phil smiles at him, shaking his head. "No, of course not. Do you want to brush your hair or change?"

Dan snorts. "For who? Our fish?" He shakes his head, incredulous at the very suggestion he wear anything other than pajamas and bed head around their empty flat. "I'm fine, the surprise can see me in my fresh out of bed look, I don't care."

Phil has a very suspicious grin on his face at that, but shrugs. "Okay, suit yourself," he says with an amused voice.

He leads the way out of their bedroom and heads for the lounge, a certain skip in his step that leads Dan to drag his feet behind him, suddenly cautious about what this surprise could possibly be. It can't be a dog, they'd agreed that can't happen until they move into the new house. Other than a fluffy animal or food, Dan's not sure what else Phil would be so excited for him to see, so he feels a little unsettled, like he's going in blind.

The first thing he sees in the lounge is decorations. Black and silver streamers hang precariously from the tops of the open windows, fluttering gently in the breeze floating inside. Black, white, and grey balloons dot the ceiling, and Dan notices a bag on the coffee table. He smirks, thinking about how Phil probably just got lazy and stopped airing them up after he got so many done. His gaze flits around, stopping on the table where they keep Norman's tank. He notices two things at once, and his breath catches in his throat.

Norman's tank is decorated on the outside, two balloons anchored to the top with candles, and a little black party hat balanced (or probably taped) to the corner, as if Norman's tank is wearing it. As cute and thoughtful as that gesture is, that's not what stops Dan in his tracks. Because next to that, on Phil's laptop, is a Zoom call, several very familiar and smiling faces beaming at him from the screen.

"Happy birthday!" They cheer, waving at him. Martyn, who's in a little square with Cornelia, pops a birthday popper, laughing when it startles both Kathryn and Karen, who are in their own squares at the top of the screen.

"I..." Dan starts, voice a little choked. He blinks the blur out of his eyes, his gaze searching the room for Phil's.

Phil's got such a pleased fucking look on his face, looking fond and smug and happy- and Dan can't really help himself. He stumbles forward, clutching Phil's arms and pressing a sloppy kiss right on his mouth, right in front of their family. Even with as long as they've been together, in private and in public now, it still sends a little nervous thrill through him to display his affection so publicly.

"Happy birthday, Dan," Phil whispers in his ear, wrapping his arms around Dan's shoulders in a tight hug.

"Thank you," Dan chokes out, his head going to rest on Phil's shoulder. He smiles at the screen, laughing a little before wiping his eyes and waving at their families. Pulling away, he goes to sit down in front of the laptop, pulling Phil along by his wrist. "He didn't tell me that he called you guys," he says instead of a greeting.

Karen laughs. "I told him he should make it a surprise," she says brightly.

Dan rolls his eyes. "You're awful, all of you, for being accomplices in this."

His nan is there, too, and he feels a brief flash of panic thinking about what she just saw, but her kind, loving smile is enough to reassure him. Phil squeezes his knee then, and Dan blinks at him, smiling brightly. "I figured if I told you it would take you at least half an hour to make yourself presentable, and I just didn't have that kind of time," Phil teases.

Dan goes to argue before suddenly realizing his hair is an absolute mess. His eyes bulge out, and he swings his head around to look at himself on the screen, groaning when he sees it. Predictably, everyone laughs at him. "I look like I have a whole dog on my head!" He whines.

"You could've let me cut it," Phil says cheerfully, miming scissors and putting his hand close to Dan's head. Dan swats it away.

"Absolutely not!" Dan disagrees. "I like being not-disfigured," he says, rolling his eyes as he looks back at the screen, shaking his head.

Kathryn and Nigel are grinning at their banter, as is Martyn. His mum just rolls her eyes. "You're so dramatic, child," she scolds playfully. "But, speaking of dogs, someone here wants to say hi!"

Dan laughs, but coos when his mum tilts the screen down, Colin popping into frame.

"Colin! Hello," Dan says in his puppy-talking voice. "Hello, Colin. You good boy! Did Mum make you some cake for me?"

Karen snorts. "Not hardly. I'd rather it didn't become tradition that he eats every single thing I try to bake."

Kathryn laughs at that. "It's a compliment to the chef, dear! He doesn't want to miss out on the lovely food!"

Now it's Dan's turn to snort. "Not quite, Mum, he sicks it back up immediately after. It's not even edible for a dog, apparently," he cackles.

Karen looks betrayed. "Don't go telling on your mother, young man!"

Dan can't help but laugh. "Yes ma'am," he agrees sarcastically.

"Did Phil give you your birthday present yet?" Martyn asks.

Dan turns his head to look at Phil, quirking a brow in surprise. "Is this not it?"

Phil looks pleased with himself as he shakes his head with a little smile. "No, I got you something else, but you can't have it until later."

Momentarily forgetting they're literally sat in front of their whole family, Dan quirks his eyebrow suggestively. Phil blushes, shoving him. Dan grins, turning back to shake his head at the faces on his screen. "Is it another candle? Or is it like a box set for an anime? Ooh! Or is it-"

Nearly all of them are laughing at him. "Dear, why on earth would we spoil it?" His nan asks.

Dan narrows his eyes. "Does this mean that all of you know what it is?"

No one answers.

"Oh, you f-"

Before he can swear, Phil interrupts. "It's one o'clock, should we try him again?" He asks.

Dan's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Who?" He asks.

Phil doesn't even look at him. Karen nods on her screen, reaching for her phone. "I'll text and ask if he's gotten his computer sorted.

Dan pinches Phil's side, and he squeals, squirming away. "Ow!" He whines.

"Who are you talking about?" Dan demands.

Phil only smiles, not responding. Dan fully intends on bullying it out of him, audience or not, but then Kathryn is speaking and he loses the opportunity.

"I really do hate that we can't come visit, love," she says, sounding ashamed. Nigel nods along.

"It's alright," Dan's quick to reassure her. "Not everyone can have Philip's birthweek of endless celebrations," he jokes, nudging Phil gently.

Everyone laughs, except Phil, Dan notices. He only looks slightly embarrassed. Dan risks another affectionate gesture, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "It's okay bub, we know you can't help it, you're the baby, you're spoiled."

Phil laughs at this, smiling at Dan sheepishly. "A little bit," he admits.

Dan smiles, shaking his head. They're interrupted by the sound of someone else joining the call. Dan blinks at the screen in confusion, waiting for their shitty wifi to load the pixels.

"Speaking of the spoiled baby of the family," his mum says, her voice amused.

Adrian smiles and waves. "Happy birthday, Dan!" He greets.

Dan stares at him, more than a little surprised. It wasn't like they didn't talk at all anymore, if anything they talked more now than they used to. But Adrian had texted him an early happy birthday yesterday, so Dan wasn't expecting to hear from him again anytime soon. "Hi," he greets, a little late. "What're you doing here?"

Adrian laughs. "I can't pop into your zoom call to say happy birthday?"

"I mean, you already did," Dan says, rolling his eyes. He smiles to soften the sarcasm. "Thanks, though." His brother nods, grinning back at him. Dan's eyes flick across the screen, taking in all the faces of these people he loves so much. It fills his heart with something warm and gooey to think about how Phil arranged all of this for him, because he knew how bummed Dan was that he couldn't see anyone on his birthday. Despite the fact that he typically didn't mind not seeing his family, the fact that the option was taken from him hurt more than just choosing not to see them would. He knows he's got to think of a good way to thank Phil for this, but he knows that whatever he decides on will be something his family will not be present for.

They're talking amongst themselves now, his mum and Phil's talking about recipes or something, with Dan's nan nodding along and giving advice like grandmothers do. Nigel has disappeared, predictably, as the other introvert in Phil's family is definitely not a fan of big family zoom meetings like this. Dan doesn't blame him, honestly, and appreciates that he was there at all.

Phil puts his arm around Dan's back, rubbing his hip gently. Dan can't help but smile at the small gesture, dropping his hand to Phil's thigh and squeezing. They get dragged back into conversation eventually, and spend the next half hour or so chatting to everyone and getting caught up on all the family gossip that everyone has to share. Eventually, Adrian has to sign off to get some work related thing done, followed shortly by Dan's Nan, who has tea to prepare. They both tell him happy birthday again, and Dan's face hurts a little from grinning when they say they love him.

"I think Corn and I better hop off too, actually," Martyn says a few minutes later. "Happy birthday, mate. Eat lots of cake for me, yeah?"

Dan grins and nods. "You know Phil will eat enough for a small village, Mar."

Phil's brother laughs in the face of Phil's following protests. "He's right, don't argue."

Phil rolls his eyes anyway. Cornelia steps in, ever the pacifist. "It's rude to fight on Dan's birthday," she chastises. Martyn mimes zipping his lips and Phil huffs. "Happy birthday, Daniel. I hope you like your birthday present." She winks then, but logs off the second Dan opens his mouth to ask.

"Damn it," he sighs.

Phil giggles. "They wouldn't have told you anyway. I had them all swear to secrecy."

Kathryn makes a noise of disagreement. "I did no such thing," She argues, smiling broadly.

Dan smiles slyly. "Kath," he begins. "My favorite mum-in-law, you could just give me a tiny hint and-"

"And nothing!" Phil interrupts, shaking his head adamantly. "No hints, just secrets here."

Dan rolls his eyes and Kathryn laughs. "Well, Philip, if you really didn't want me to tell-"

Phil narrows his eyes at her. "I'll hang the call up, Mum, I swear."

She chuckles at this. "Fine, fine. Daniel, happy birthday, dear. We love you very much. Nigel and I sent you a gift and I believe Phil is hiding it somewhere, like the scoundrel he is." She winks when she says it.

"You told me to make sure he didn't open it till his birthday!" Phil argues.

Kathryn shrugs. "I didn't think you'd actually have the self-restraint for that, dear."

Phil huffs, and Dan hides a giggle behind his hand. "Bye, Mum," Phil says, rolling his eyes good-naturedly.

"Bye, dear. I love you both. Ta, Karen! Send me that recipe when you get a chance!"

Karen waves at her with a smile and a nod of agreement, and then it's just the two of them and Dan's mum. She smiles gently at Dan. Phil leans over, kissing Dan's head softly. "I'll let you guys talk for a bit."

He stands, but Dan reaches out for him, confused. "Where are you going?" He says, his voice full of complaint.

Phil rolls his eyes. "I'm going to set up your next surprise," he says with a wink, and then he's gone.

Karen waits for Dan to get his bearings, watching him with an amused look on her face. "He's very thoughtful, Dan," she says, catching him even more off-guard.

"What do you know?" he asks immediately.

She laughs, but shakes her head. "You know I won't tell you. But just seeing him with you, he's very sweet."

Dan's heart speeds up a little. They'd talked a little about Phil and their relationship when he visited for Christmas, but it was still a little thrilling to hear his mum talk about him knowing what she knows now. "Yeah?" He asks, clearing his throat.

"Yes," she nods. "You picked a very good one. I'm quite a proud mum, actually."

Dan blushes, looking down as he tries to bite back his ridiculous smile. He hates that he's so easily pleased by this news, but as deprived as he was throughout his childhood, he craves that affection and pride. "Thank you," he says eventually. "He... He's really wonderful, yeah."

"I can tell," she says, smiling. "You know I've always just wanted you to be happy, love. I know it's been a year since you came out to us, but... even before, we've always just wanted you to be happy."

He's not going to cry on his birthday. He's just not. Rubbing at his eye and pretending like he has an eyelash trapped there, he takes a moment to collect himself and force his tear ducts to behave. "I am," he whispers. "I'm the happiest I've ever been, I think."

His mum nods, and smiles. "That's good, love. That's so good. I'm happy for you, for both of you."

Dan nods too. It gets quiet then, but it's not awkward like it would have been only a few years before. "Thank you, for doing this, by the way. I know he probably didn't think of this all on his own," Dan laughs, rolling his eyes a little.

Karen nods, but looks a little surprised. "I mean, you're welcome, but he actually called me and asked me to."

Dan blinks. "What?"

Her eyes twinkle with amusement. "Yes, he called me a few days ago and asked if I'd do this. I didn't help him come up with it, I'm afraid."

Surprised, but definitely impressed, Dan nods. "Well... Thank you, anyway. For calling and everything. This was a really nice surprise."

She has a knowing grin on her face. "You're welcome, love. I hope the rest of your day is just as nice, but I know it will be."

Dan shakes his head, exasperated. "You people and your secrets," he says in mock disappointment.

"I promised not to tell," she informs him, raising her hands in surrender. "But I think he's probably waiting for you, so I'll let you go find him." Dan nods. "I love you, Daniel. Happy birthday, little Bear."

He smiles at the nickname. "Thank you, Mum. I love you too. Talk later," he says with a wave.

There's that look again, and she grins. "Oh, I fully expect it."

He rolls his eyes but bids her a farewell before signing off and closing the laptop. He stands and stretches, realizing with a start that they'd started the call nearly an hour ago. Passing Norman's tank, he gives it a little pat, greeting their pet. "Hello, Norman."

Dan wanders into the kitchen, sighing at the smell of coffee. He spots Phil doing something at the counter, so he hops up onto the opposite one, sighing loudly to alert him to his presence. "That was a really nice surprise," he says after a minute.

Phil turns to look at him, offering a soft smile. "Yeah?" Dan nods, holding his arms out for a hug. Phil willingly steps forward, wrapping his arms around Dan's waist and stroking his back. "I thought you might enjoy it. The next best thing to seeing them in person, for now."

"Yeah," Dan agrees. He kisses Phil's forehead. "It was really nice." He sniffs the air, pulling away. "Is that caramel?"

There's a laugh as Phil retreats back to where he was, doing something else before returning to Dan with two mugs, full of something that looks vaguely like- "Here you go. A caramel macchiato."

Dan blinks at the cup, a little afraid to accept it after Phil's terrible Easter Dalgona coffee disaster. "Babe... Is it edible? I know you like to try new things, but-"

Before he can complain too much, Phil takes a sip of his own mug, and smiles. "I've been practicing it for about a week now. It's good, I promise." Suddenly all of Phil's late night jitters recently make loads more sense.

"Okay," Dan says, still a little cautious. He takes a sip of the drink, his expectations very, very low. He's pleasantly surprised when instead of whatever he'd expected, he gets a lovely burst of flavor on his tongue. "That's... That's actually really good, Phil," he says, going for another sip.

"Told you so," Phil says triumphantly. He takes a drink of his own and sighs, smacking his lips loudly to annoy Dan.

Dan gives him a look, but drinks some more of his coffee, something nagging at his memory. Before he can piece it together, Phil pats his thigh. "C'mon, lets go sit on the balcony and drink our coffee and name some more of our pigeons."

Dan is so, so fond of this man.

~~~

They sit out on the balcony for what feels like hours, lounging around and taking selfies, at Phil's insistence. He even brings out Dan's polaroid and gets a few cute coupley photos that Dan knows will be pinned to their fridge by tomorrow. Eventually, Dan decides he wants a snack.

"I was actually going to make you dinner, did you want to help?" Phil asks.

Dan makes a happy noise. "What are we having?"

Phil bites his lip, pretending to consider it. Dan doesn't buy it for a minute. If Phil's planning this day out like Dan thinks he is, he already knows. "I was thinking I'd do some chicken katsu, maybe. Does that sound alright?"

Dan leans in and kisses the corner of his mouth. "That sounds great."

There's a smile on Phil's face when Dan pulls away, and he wants to kiss it off. Before he can, Phil takes his hand and guides him back inside and to the kitchen. He starts pulling ingredients out, instructing Dan to grab any pans that they might need. Dan rolls his eyes at this but does as he's asked before going for the cupboard where they keep wine glasses. He goes about filling them up while Phil starts getting the food started.

"Here," Dan says, handing him a glass of wine. "What do you want me to do?"

Phil smiles at him, kissing his nose gently. "You can just sit and watch, baby. It's your birthday, so let me take care of this."

Dan gives him a look, crossing his arms. "This isn't how we usually do birthdays," he finally says. It's been nagging him all morning. "You're starting to make me feel like a shit boyfriend because I don't do all this for you on yours," Dan says, feeling genuinely a bit put out.

Phil turns to look at him, a his lips turned down in a frown. "No, love, you're not a shit boyfriend," Phil argues with him immediately. "I just wanted this one to be special for you. This is your tenth birthday that you and I have spent together, you know."

"Yeah, but-" Dan starts to argue.

"Just let me do this, yeah? Try to relax, okay? I'm allowed to spoil you on your birthday, you know," he says, voice teasing.

Dan steps closer before Phil turns away, putting his hand on the back of Phil's neck and guiding their lips together. He deepens the kiss almost immediately, sliding his tongue into Phil's mouth. "I love you," he says when he pulls away.

Phil looks a little dazed. Dan swells with pride knowing he can still do that, ten years later. "I love you too," he says, offering a smile. "Now, go sit. I need some thinking space to cook, and you're a distraction."

Dan smirks at this. "Am I?"

Pursing his lips, Phil nods once. "Absolutely. Shoo, go sit at the table and look pretty."

"Alright, fine, fine," Dan agrees, going to sit down.

"Actually," Phil says, spinning around to face him. He gestures in the direction of their bedroom. "I think you should go shower and get dressed."

Dan gives him a weird look. "Oh...kay?"

Phil smirks. "Wear something nice, okay?"

There's a prickle of something then, in Dan's heart. This is starting to feel strangely staged. "Alright. Something nice." He waits a beat before asking, "Are we going on a date?"

Phil grins proudly. "Maybe," he says conspiratorially. "But you can't go unless you're all dressed up.

Dan snorts. "I hope that extends to you as well, Mr. Cookie Monster Pajamas."

Phil rolls his eyes. "Go, shower, dressed, now."

Giving him another kiss, Dan mumbles an agreement before disappearing down the hall.

He's thrilled at the effort Phil is putting into this, and a thrum of nervous excitement is under his skin, making him nearly vibrate with anxiety. He puts his energy, nervous as it is, into choosing a nice outfit. He knows they aren't leaving the flat, but somehow that doesn't deter him any. He finds one of his many black t-shirts, and after a moment of deliberation he also grabs his monochrome flowery shirt he likes to wear over it. It’s been a while since he’s had to pick out a date outfit, so he takes a while to consider it before finally deciding it’s fine and Phil will probably compliment anything he wears.

After a thorough shower, he gets dressed and spritzes some of Phil’s cologne on, taking one look at his hair and deciding to let it air dry. He’s as ready as he’s going to get by then, so he waltzes back into the kitchen, pleased when he notices the way Phil looks at him when he comes in. “Hi,” Phil greets with a grin.

“Hi,” Dan parrots, smirking at him when he realizes Phil’s changed clothes as well. He’s wearing the only pair of ripped jeans he owns, matching Dan’s, and his maroon button-down, dotted all over with little white flowers. Dan laughs when he notices the theme. “I see we both went with flowers today,” he says in a teasing voice.

Phil smiles at him. “I guess we did.” He reaches for Dan, and he goes willingly, stepping into his face and wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck before bringing their lips together. They kiss languidly for a bit but eventually Phil pulls away, nipping at Dan’s lower lip. “I love this shirt on you,” he mumbles. “It makes your arms look so nice.”

Dan snorts at the compliment. “Thank you. I’m glad you like them.”

Something about the clumsy phrasing has them locking eyes, and in an instant they’re nearly doubled over with laughter. Dan can’t remember a time he felt so awkward accepting a compliment from Phil. It feels like they’re on their very first...

Phil gestures outside, where Dan is just now noticing two places set at their little balcony table. “It’s not exactly a skybar, but... it’s close enough,” he says softly.

Dan blinks at the scene before his eyes flicker back to Phil’s. “You... you’ve been recreating our first date?” His voice pitches up a little on the end.

Phil looks sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding Dan’s eyes. “I mean... yeah, kind of. I knows it’s not nearly the same, because it’s not Starbucks and the Apple store and the skybar but really-“

Dan interrupts him with a firm kiss. He cradles Phil’s face in his hands like he’s precious cargo, because he is. This is the most precious gesture anyone has ever done for him, and he feels love and warmth and affection singing in his veins as he sucks Phil’s lower lip into his mouth. "That's so fucking sweet," he mumbles into Phil's mouth.

"I love you," Phil says in response, pushing his hands up the back of Dan's shirt.

He pulls away too soon for Dan's liking, and Dan can't stop the sad noise from leaving his throat. Phil laughs at him, predictably. "C'mon, none of that now. We need to eat dinner."

Dan pouts. "Maybe I'm hungry for something else now," he argues.

Phil gives him a cheeky smile. "Later, I promise. The night's still young, bub."

Glancing at the clock, Dan's genuinely surprised to see that it is already almost seven in the evening. Well, time certainly flies when you're having fun, he guessed. He follows Phil onto the balcony, smiling when he sees several candles flickering on the table, as well as two places said on either side. There's a bottle of wine there, as well as their wine glasses from earlier, which are now empty. Dan chooses not to ask Phil if he drank them both for the aesthetic.

"Alright, have a seat and I'll bring the food out, okay?" Phil says firmly. He waits until Dan follows the instructions, then drops a kiss to the curls atop Dan's head.

"M'kay," Dan hums, his eyes fluttering shut, absolutely content right now.

Phil smiles before disappearing back into the flat. He's gone for several minutes, and when he's back he has a plate in each hand, stepping very carefully so as not to drop then. Dan grins fondly as Phil very, very carefully sets Dan's plate in front of him, his brows furrowed in concentration. "Thank you, waiter," he says, voice teasing.

Rollins his eyes with a grin, Phil shakes his head and returns to his own seat. "Wine?" He asks, holding the bottle up and filling his own glass first.

Dan nods. "Please," he says, holding onto the base of his own glass in case Phil gets a little too overzealous with his pouring. "Thank you," he says when Phil takes a seat. "This is really lovely."

Phil has a proud little smile on his face. "Good, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he says with a clumsy wink. Dan has to laugh at him. Ten years in, nearly eleven, and Phil is still absolutely uncoordinated in nearly every way.

They tuck into their food, making appreciative noises and small talk as they eat. In a lot of ways, it does feel like a first date. Not only is the setup similar to their own first date, but something about the nerves Dan feels reminds him of that very first day in Manchester all those years ago. And if Phil's plan was to make Dan feel wooed, it's absolutely working, just as it did then.

Something occurs to him then and he can't help but glance up at Phil and tilt his head in question. "You know the one thing you can't recreate from our first date?" he asks, a smile in his voice already just remembering it.

"What's that?" Phil replies, smirking. Surely he's already thought of this, if he's thought of everything else.

"The Manchester Eye," Dan reminds him. "Unless you've built a Ferris Wheel somewhere, I think you get no stars for that part of the date," Dan announces, mostly joking.

Phil doesn't even look bothered. "Ah, but we haven't finished the day yet, have we? Don't doubt what tricks I have up my sleeve, Danny boy," he says with a suspicious grin.

Dan's nose crinkles delicately at the nickname. "Alright, fine," he concedes easily. He's not that bothered about it, honestly. It's not like he doesn't love and appreciate everything Phil's done already in and effort to recreate that first day, and the fake Starbucks, the balcony date, it's all so well-thought out and lovely that Dan could never be bothered by the lack of some recreation of the finale of their first date.

“How was the food?” Phil asks, nodding to Dan’s mostly empty plate.

Dan grins. “What do you think?” He says in a jokey kind of voice. “I finished it, didn’t I?”

Phil rolls his eyes, kicking him gently underneath the table. “Thank you for the compliment, rat,” he says drily.

Hitting his foot against Phil’s again to prompt a footsie match, Dan smirks. “Oh I’ll give you a compliment alright.” He punctuates his terrible line with a wink and Phil rolls his eyes once again.

“Not in front of the food, please,” Phil replies in a deadpan voice.

Dan snickers and Phil cracks a smile. “Why don’t you go inside and get ready for bed while I clean up?” He suggests.

As sweet as that is, and as much as Dan really does want to be lazy, he shakes his head. “No, I think I’ll stay and help.”

Phil starts to protest so Dan quickly stands and starts collecting dishes. When Phil pouts, Dan smiles, pressing a kiss to the corner of Phil’s mouth. “It’ll get done faster if we both do it. And if the itinerary for today is following our first date...” he smirks. “Then we’ve got a busy night ahead of us.”

There’s a pink flush across Phil’s cheeks, but he doesn’t argue, going to collect the things Dan couldn’t grab and blowing out the candles while Dan walks inside. They make quick work of filling the dishwasher and putting leftovers away and Dan makes the executive decision to take the wine bottle and their glasses into their bedroom. They didn’t normally drink very much but Dan was feeling very happy and very thirsty and maybe a little in love. Getting wine drunk with his favorite person in the world sounds like the exact best way to end the day.

“Do you want to watch a movie before bed?” Phil asks, surprising Dan into turning around.

“Uh... aren’t we gonna...” he trails off. Sex doesn’t embarrass him, not at all, but he doesn’t want to be wrong about the assumption that they’d be fucking tonight.

Phil smiles at him. “We will, later. But we just ate and I wanna watch a movie.”

Dan rolls his eyes, but shrugs, going to put the wine up. He didn’t want to risk spilling it on the sofa they don’t own. “Okay. Let’s watch a movie, then.”

“Pajamas first, then Netflix and Phil,” Phil announces with a grin.

“That joke’s past it’s expiration date, bub.”

“Of course it is. And you laugh anyway,” Phil retorts.

And Dan can’t exactly argue that, so he follows Phil to their room to pick out the coziest pair of pajamas he can find.

~~~

Dan’s not surprised when Phil asks to pick the movie and he’s even less surprised to see the Wall-E loading screen pop up on their TV. That’s not to say he doesn’t immediately snuggle with Phil on the sofa as the movie starts, because he does. He also kisses his cheek, nuzzling it like a cat before dropping his head to Phil’s shoulder.

“Blanket?” Phil asks, gesturing to the other end of the sofa where they left their sad pimp blanket the other night.

Dan tugs it over and allows Phil to tuck them in, feeling kind of like a little kid but enjoying the attention anyway. He curls up as close to Phil as he can, swinging his legs over Phil’s lap and snuggling close under the comfort of the furry blanket. The movie has already started and Dan knows the story by heart by now but he’s still just as captured by the beautiful animation and touching themes as he was the first time.

“We didn’t do this on our first date,” Dan whispers against Phil’s neck.

Phil pinches his hip. “So? Maybe I just wanted to watch it.”

Dan huffs, swatting Phil’s hand away from his side. They swat at each other for a few seconds before eventually Phil settles it by lacing their fingers together. Dan kisses his neck, but nibbles some skin as reprimand. Phil makes a noise and squeezes Dan’s leg but otherwise doesn’t move, and Dan smiles, knowing he’s winding him up.

They watch the rest of the movie in relative silence, occasionally quoting lines from it and making jokes but when the credits start rolling Dan finds himself a little sad that it’s already over. Phil pats his leg beneath the cover, letting his hand go. “Alright, babe, let me up. I’ve got some things I need to take care of before bedtime.”

Dan quirks a brow at him as he moves his legs off Phil’s lap, allowing him to stand. “Is it birthday related?”

Phil ruffles his hair with a smirk. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s just emails.”

A frown tugs at Dan’s lips but he nods. “I might scroll through Twitter for a bit,” he says.

Phil nods before leaning down and pushing Dan’s curls off his forehead to kiss the skin there. “Alright. Come find me in a bit, yeah?”

Dan nods, his eyelids fluttering at the feeling of Phil scratching gently at his scalp. “M’kay. Half an hour?” He asks.

“Sure,” Phil agrees with a smile.

He leaves Dan with another kiss before he heads to their room, so Dan occupies himself with social media for a bit. He answers some happy birthday messages from friends and distant family, and eventually he makes his way to twitter. He smiles when he sees the pictures Phil’s tagged him in. After tweeting a cheeky reply, he scrolls through all the fan art and edits, seeing lots of familiar usernames on his screen as he scrolls. He tweets a thank you to the people who donated to Mermaids in his name, his eyes misting a little at the thoughtfulness of the gesture. Every year it made him so proud to see how much his fans cared about the things that were important to him.

Eventually his half hour is up and he’s on his way to the bedroom, eager to see what his birthday present is. He’s not even particularly concerned about what it is at this point; the gesture of the day itself has been plenty for him.

His expectations aren’t set on one end of the spectrum or the other, so he’s not really expecting or hoping for any particular thing when he opens the door. And even if he was, it probably wouldn’t have crossed his mind to expect the lights off, aside from some newly hung fairy lights over the bed, casting the room in a soft glow. He steps around the moving boxes that line the wall next to the closet, looking around at all the glittering lights. He’s smiling already, his gaze taking in the candle on their dresser, the nice expensive one Phil got him for his birthday a couple years ago.

His gaze catches on something shiny on the bed. The low light of the room makes it hard to tell right away, but when he looks closer Dan sees that it’s a circle made of metal. He’s confused until he reaches out to pick it up, then he gasps. Holding it closer to his face, he sees the little stand it’s sat on, and each little cart dotted along the line of the circle. It’s obvious what it is now.

Before he can get too emotional over the gift of a little metal statue of the Manchester Eye, Dan hears a throat clear behind him. He whirls around, heart in his throat, confused when no one is there. He’s about to panic when his eyes flick down and- oh.

“Hi,” Phil says in a soft, quiet voice. “You told me on my birthday that I could do this when I was ready, and be as romantic as I wanted. I planned a trip to Manchester for real, but obviously that didn’t happen.”

Dan lets out a choked sound, his eyes wet. “Phil,” he starts. “I didn’t know-“

“Shh,” Phil shushes him gently. “It’s okay.” He reaches for Dan’s hand, smiling when he allows him to take it. He strokes his thumb across Dan’s hand, looking at him with affection in his eyes. “Are you okay with this? Are we ready for it?”

Dan nods, feeling a little light headed all of a sudden. “I need- can I-“ he stumbles back, sitting on the edge of their bed.

Phil smiles, dropping to both knees and settling between Dan’s, still holding his hand. “So. I wanted to take you to Manchester for this. I’ve had it planned for... several years, honestly. Probably since the other flat.”

That’s news to Dan, and apparently the look on his face proves it. Phil giggles. “Oh,” Dan says dumbly.

“I knew we weren’t ready then and wouldn’t be for a while, if ever, but now that we’re on the same page... it just seems like a good time. And since we can’t go anywhere, this at-home date was the next best thing I could think of.”

Dan smiles, leaning in and kissing his forehead. “I loved it,” he assures him.

Phil looks pleased. “I wanted this to be something you remember forever, and I know you’re a slut for a good story telling experience, so I figured you’d enjoy telling people how I proposed,” he teases with a grin.

Dan blushes. “Phil,” he whines.

“Shh, let me talk,” Phil chastises. He smiles at Dan, pausing for a moment just to look at him. Dan squirms, nervous under the attention. “Our first date was everything to me and we didn’t even know we were on a date at the time. It wasn’t until later, after you kissed me on the wheel and then when we slept together at my parents’ house that we talked about it and decided that was where our story began. And, this is where the next chapter of that story begins.” He stops again, taking a deep breath. “So. Daniel, my best friend, my companion through life-“

“Phil!”

He’s shushed once more.

“My actual soulmate,” Phil finishes with a grin. He kisses Dan’s knuckle softly. “The love of my life,” he adds, nuzzling the spot on his left hand where a ring would go. “Will you marry me?”

Dan’s breath catches in his throat. He knew this was coming, obviously, after the speech Phil just made and honestly the day as a whole. Still, hearing it now, out in the open like that, fills him with warmth. He wraps his arms around Phil’s neck, pressing their foreheads together gently. “Yes,” he whispers. “Of course I will.”

Phil makes a pleased noise before leaning in to kiss him firmly on the mouth. “I love you,” he mumbles.

“I love you too,” Dan giggles back, petting Phil’s hair. “This was very romantic,” he says. “I’m very impressed.”

Phil kisses his dimple. “I thought you’d like it,” he says with a grin. “Oh!” He says suddenly, jumping back and shoving his hand in his pocket. “I did it wrong.” He sounds sad, or disappointed.

“Did what wrong?” Dan asks, confused.

“The proposal!” Phil whines, holding up a small black velvet box. “I had the ring and I forgot to get it out and do the whole thing.”

Dan kisses him. “It was perfect. It wasn’t wrong at all.”

Phil kisses back, allowing Dan’s tongue to sneak in a little bit before pulling away enough to speak. “You wanna see your ring?”

Dan nods, suddenly very excited. Phil hands him the box and sits back while Dan opens it. “Oh,” Dan gasps, brushing his finger across it. “It’s... it’s gorgeous, Phil, fuck. How much-“

“I’m never telling you how much it was so you can forget that question,” Phil says immediately, not meeting Dan’s eyes.

“Phil,” Dan says, fondly exasperated. “We’re buying a house! We’re supposed to be saving money! What if-“

Phil, who’s normally the kind of man who lets his boyfriend speak, interrupts him with a kiss. “I’ve been saving up for it for a while now. I promise none of it came from our forever home fund.”

Dan eyes him suspiciously. “How long?” He asks, just out of curiosity.

There’s a twitch of Phil’s lips before he lets himself properly smile. “Since 2011.”

He doesn’t mean to start crying again, but hearing that date, which doesn’t even seem like a real year anymore, causes Dan to duck his head and suck in a few calming breaths. “Fuck,” he breathes wetly. “You really... you’ve really wanted to marry me that long.”

Phil offers a sheepish smile. “Longer, actually,” he admits. “I knew I wanted to marry you sometime after that first day in Manchester, probably the week in November.” He smirks then, clearly up to something. “But it took me until 2011 to realize your expensive taste and how I might want to save up for it.”

Dan gives him a look but Phil only laughs easily. “Can I... is it okay if I go ahead and try it on?”

“Of course,” Phil says immediately with a soft smile. He holds a hand out for the box and Dan hands it to him, letting him take the band out and slide it onto the ring finger of Dan’s left hand. “Perfect,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing the ring.

Dan can’t help but hold his hand up closer to look at it more carefully. “What’s it made out of?” He asks, turning his hand this way and that to see the light reflect off the tiny diamonds embedded in it.

“Black titanium and black sapphires,” Phil says. “I figured we’d consider the one you gave me and this one our engagement bands and when it’s time for an actual wedding we can get a matching set.”

“I like that idea a lot,” Dan replies, his gaze flickering from the ring to his fiancé. He grins at the sound of the word in his head. “How do you feel knowing that you’re going to be married to me?” He asks teasingly.

Phil leans in and kisses the side of his mouth gently. “Like the luckiest man alive,” he whispers.

Dan can’t help but blush at that statement, but rather than argue, he puts his arms around Phil’s neck and kisses him again. “I love you,” he says for maybe the twentieth time today. “I think this has been my favorite birthday yet.”

Phil sighs, resting his head against Dan’s chest. “I love you too, Bear. I wanted you to have such a good day today. I’m glad you liked it.”

Dan smiles against his hair. “It was lovely, really.”

“Good,” Phil says, kissing his clothed chest. “There’s cake in the fridge, by the way. For later.” His voice is muffled by the fabric as he kisses his way down.

“For later?” Dan taunts.

“Yep,” Phil replies, winking up at him. “We’re busy right now.”

“Oh are we?” Dan says, voice hopelessly sarcastic.

“Shh,” Phil whispers, kissing the front of his pajama pants. “Less talking. More taking clothes off.”

Dan snorts at the lack of finesse. Ten years in and Dan guessed there was only so much they could do to keep the romance alive. He pets Phil’s hair as he kisses the band of Dan’s pajamas, hooking his fingers under the elastic and tugging gently. “Can I?” Phil asks, always the sweetheart.

"Yeah," Dan murmurs, lifting his hips and allowing Phil to pull them down his legs. He's gone for no pants, something not lost on Phil, who rolls his eyes.

"You're so lazy," he mutters, leaning down to kiss Dan's thigh before throwing the pjs across the room carelessly.

"You pretty heavily implied I'd be getting laid tonight, bub, so my pants-free decision was your influence too, you know," Dan says, quirking a brow in challenge.

Phil hums agains his skin, kissing up his thighs. "Alright, fine," he says finally. He kisses the soft dip of space where Dan's thigh meets his hip. He's so, so close to where Dan really wants him, and Dan makes a low whine in his throat. "Ten years later and you still have no concept of waiting," Phil taunts.

Dan bucks his hips pointedly. "I can wait. I just don't want to," he argues. "Unless... Did you want to..." He gestures vaguely to the chest by the closet where they keep their toys.

Phil smiles but shakes his head. "Not tonight. I think we'll stick to the basics, yeah?"

Dan nods, a little relieved. As much as he loved when they tried new things in the bedroom, he really was quite tired and that kind of exploratory sex took a lot out of him, physically and emotionally. And tonight he's honestly had enough on the emotional front, so he's happy to hear they'll be sticking to what they're best at.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Dan asks, brushing Phil's hair back.

"Yeah," Phil answers simply, mouthing at the skin at the base of Dan's cock. "Do you want me to?"

"Mhm," Dan hums. "Are you gonna suck me off first?"

Phil blinks up at him. "I can, yeah. Do you wanna go twice?"

Dan considers it, then shakes his head. "I'm actually pretty sure I'm gonna pass out the first time I orgasm, so no. But you can blow me while you prep?" Dan suggests cheekily.

Phil narrows his eyes. "You're just trying to get me to do all the work," he complains.

"But Phil," Dan says sweetly, stroking his cheek. "It's my birthday."

"I knew you would use that excuse," Phil sighs. "Go fetch the lube, you brat."

Dan grins, crawling up the bed and rummaging through Phil's drawer. He hears the sound of soft clothes falling in a heap somewhere, probably thrown in a random direction of the floor for them to trip over later. "Here you go, bub," Dan says, handing him the bottle. His gaze rakes over Phil's naked body, smirking appreciatively. "Someone looks happy to see me," he teases, gripping Phil's cock and giving it a few tugs.

Phil groans, swatting his hand away. "Cut it out," he whines. "Your hand's all dry."

Staring Phil dead in the eyes, Dan brings his hand to his mouth, spitting in it and bringing it back to his cock again. "Better?" He asks when Phil's eyelashes flutter.

"Mm," Phil hums, pushing his hips into Dan's hand over and over. "It's good, babe, yeah." His eyes flicker open again, and he smiles softly at Dan, a total contradiction to what they're doing. It makes Dan's skin burn with excitement. There's no preamble to it as Phil leans in and kisses him, wrapping a steadying hand around the back of Phil's neck. Dan sneaks his tongue into Phil's mouth, licking excitedly. "Lie back, love," Phil whispers when he pulls away eventually.

Dan does as he's told, making himself comfy on the bed before spreading his legs, holding onto his thighs tightly to keep them there. He watches the way Phil stares at him appreciatively, running the dry tip of his index finger over Dan's perineum and tracing over his hole. "Lovely," he murmurs.

"Fuck off," Dan says, voice full of affection.

Phil smiles down at him. He bends, kissing the bend of Dan's knee. "Ready?" He asks, popping the cap on the bottle and spreading the lube over his fingers.

"Mhm," Dan hums, wiggling his bum. "C'mon."

"Bossy," Phil mutters, circling Dan's rim for a moment before gently pressing. Dan sighs as that lovely finger slips inside, nearly without any pause. He's so used to being full these days, when their days are filled with little to do other than have sex and wonder when life will go back to how it was before. But he's not thinking about that right now. Now, right now he's thinking about the way Phil's finger stretches him open just right, how his added finger slides in just the way he needs it too in order for it to feel really good.

"Good?" Phil asks after a few minutes, glancing up at Dan's eyes.

"God, yes," Dan gasps. "So good. Go ahead and add a third."

Phil complies without second-guessing him, and Dan nearly goes cross-eyed at the burn of the stretch. It's so fucking good. Phil's still cautious and slow, his movements gentle even as Dan begs for more, faster. It's at moments like this, when Phil puts Dan's wellbeing and safety over his own desires, that Dan really appreciates how he really is the perfect partner.

For some reason, he feels like now is a good time. to share that thought. "Phil," he moans.

"Mm?" Phil replies, sounding distracted.

He taps at Dan's prostate then, and Dan loses his train of thought for a second. "You're perfect," he mumbles when he remembers.

"What?" Phil laughs, his eyes glittering with amusement.

Dan feels too good to feel embarrassed for how seemingly random his outburst is. "I love you so much," Dan murmurs. "You're so good to me."

Phil kisses his knee again. slowing the movements of his hand. "I love you too, baby. Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

"No," Dan says vehemently. "No, keep going. You can fuck me now, I'm good."

He feels the loss keenly when Phil pulls his fingers out completely. "Are you sure?" He asks, stroking Dan's thighs.

Dan nods. "Yeah, I want it to hurt a little."

Phil rolls his eyes. He himself didn't usually like it when he could feel the burn, but Dan was an odd one like that. "How do you want it?" He asks. Dan waggles his eyebrows suggestively and Phil huffs. "Don't make it weird," he says.

Dan only laughs before rolling over onto his side. "Could you, like... Stand on the side of the bed and do it from there? Or lay down behind me?"

There's something fond in Phil's gaze as he leans down and kisses Dan's chest. "Sure, bub." He climbs off the bed and tugs Dan back towards him by his hips. There's a moment of pause where he lubes himself up, Dan assumes, and then there's that familiar pressure at his hole. "Relax," Phil reminds him, pointlessly.

"Yeah," Dan mumbles, arching his back and taking a deep breath to allow his body to go lax and pliant. The slide goes easier, then, and Phil sinks in slowly, stretching him just enough for Dan to feel the stretch. He moans quietly, covering his face with his arm to quiet the noises. They've had many complaints from neighbors over the years, and he's learned the measures to take in order to quiet himself a little more.

He's surprised to feel Phil shove his hand away from his mouth. "Don't do that," Phil quips. "Be as loud as you want, tonight."

Dan feels his chest flush at the words. That was new, for them. "Is this what all engaged sex is like?" He says breathlessly as Phil slowly begins moving his hips, trying to give Dan plenty of time to adjust before fucking him properly.

Phil laughs behind him. and then he feels hot breath against his neck. "Soon," he whispers. "When we have a home of our own, with no nosy neighbors. Then you can make all the noises you want."

The idea sends a shiver down Dan's spine and he clenches around Phil's cock. "Fuck," he whines when Phil grinds against him helplessly. "You can move, baby, go ahead."

Phil kisses his shoulder. He keeps his lips there, pressing open kisses against the skin stretched across his shoulder blade as he starts properly fucking him, hips knocking against Dan's ass with a noise that leaves very little to the imagination. The position, paired with the way Phil's cock naturally curves, has him hitting Dan's prostate on every thrust, something they generally have to work a little harder for.

"So good, fuck," Dan gasps, clutching at the sheets as he pushes his ass back against Phil, matching him for every thrust. "Fuck, I'm not gonna last long, Phil."

"Me either," Phil replies. The confirmation that they're both right there together has Dan's eyes rolling back in pleasure. Sex with Phil is always earth-shattering for him, but there's just something about sex with Phil when they're both this happy, this in love- it makes things about a hundred times more intense.

Dan is working his ass back as much. as he can lying on his side, but eventually he feels a cramp in his side and has to give it a rest. He's already close, but he needs something else to get him there. Reaching back blindly, he grabs Phil's hand, guiding it down to his cock. "Touch me," he begs.

"You needy little thing," Phil teases playfully.

Those words don't spark joy the way they sometimes do and Dan whines. Phil, who knows every nuance of sound Dan's ever made, understands immediately.

"I love you," He whispers in Dan's ear, slowing his thrusts. Instead of hard and fast, he starts going slow and deep, pumping Dan's dick at the same pace, thumbing at the head on every upstroke, just how Dan likes it. "You're so good for me, every time. So good. Love you so much."

Dan keens under the affection, baring his neck for attention, which Phil immediately gives, licking and sucking at the skin there with a heat and focus that Dan didn't expect from him, considering the other tasks literally in his hands. "I'm-" Dan cuts himself off with a moan. "Gonna come, gonna come," he pants, bucking his hips into Phil's fist.

"Let it go, bub," Phil whispers to him, kissing his neck. "I've got you."

And that's what gets him. Just that affection, that reassurance, is the sexiest thing Phil could ever say. Dan's a goner, releasing into Phil's hand with a punched out sigh. "Fuck," he whines as he works himself through the aftershocks. When he's finally finished, he slumps against the bed, exhausted. He can still feel Phil inside him, moving faster now that he's chasing his own release. Dan clenches around him to help, and Phil slows down.

"Want me to stop?" He asks against Dan's throat.

"No," Dan whispers, spreading his legs a little to give Phil a better angle. "I want you to come, too, baby. Go ahead."

Phil kisses his jaw. "Thanks," he mumbles. "Can I-" he pats Dan's thigh like he wants him to move.

Dan falls limp, allowing Phil to maneuver him however he wants. "How do you want me?"

Phil licks his lips. "On your back," he replies. Dan complies immediately, and Phil stays standing, dragging Dan's hips to meet his own. He slides back in smoothly, thrusting at a sloppy pace. Dan can tell he's close. "Can I-" Phil starts, taking Dan's spent cock in his hand.

Dan rolls his eyes, but nods. "I'll never understand it, but go for it, bub."

A giggle falls from Phil's mouth. The paradox of that sweet noise compared to the loud sound of smacking skin echoing in their room has Dan's dick twitching in Phil's hand. He grins. "It's neat. I don't know why I like it either," Phil says with a shrug.

With another roll of his eyes, Dan gestures for him to get on with it. He winces, just a little, at the overstimulation when Phil starts stroking him again, but Dan knows he's close, and he's not about to deny him of that sweet release now. It's almost better like this, he thinks, when Dan's already finished but Phil's still searching for that relief and Dan gets to watch the pleasure, pure and unhidden, as it washes over Phil's face when it finally, finally hits him. His eyes clench shut and he's nearly breathless for a pause before it seems to hit him all at once, and then he's coming inside Dan, squeezing his hand around his cock.

"Fuck, Dan," Phil says with a laugh. Dan's confused at first, until he looks down and realizes what just happened. "You were barely hard that time," Phil says, voice soft and incredulous as he looks down at where Dan has just come a second time, all over his chest.

"Yeah, well," Dan mumbles petulantly. "Shut up," he whines.

Phil laughs, sliding out of him and searching for the baby wipes they keep in the nightstand for this. "I didn't say anything," he argues.

Dan huffs. "Well you don't have to look so fucking pleased with yourself," he replies, crossing his arms as Phil cleans him up gently.

"Sorry," Phil says, not an ounce of actual sorrow in his voice. He tosses the used baby wipes into the bin before patting Dan's thigh. "Shove over, bub."

They get situated in bed together, Dan whining about being cold until Phil pulls the sheet over them. Dan knows, realistically, that he'll be burning up in less than an hour, but for now he just wants a cuddle under the sheets. They lie in blissful silence for a bit until Phil laughs.

"What?" Dan asks, blinking up at him.

Phil gazes at him, smirking. "Can you believe that our whole family knew I was going to propose to you today and they didn't tell you? I'll be honest, I didn't think they had it in them."

Dan sits up. "They... they all knew?" He asks slowly.

Phil nods, looking rather pleased with himself, like a little boy who knows he's gotten away with eating too much candy before dinner. "All of them."

"Even... Even my mum? Nan?" Dan tries to keep the panic out of his voice. He's not mad, he's just... surprised. Overwhelmed. In a good way, mostly, he thinks.

Phil looks a little hesitant now. "Yeah... Was that not okay?"

Dan shakes his head, leaning in to give Phil a reassuring kiss. "No, that's fine. I'm just surprised, is all."

"Yeah?" Phil asked.

Dan nods. "How did they take it?"

Phil grins. "They seemed very happy for us. I, er... I actually talked to your mum about it a while ago."

"How long ago?" Dan asks, warily. After finding out just how long Phil has planned on proposing to him, Dan isn't sure he's ready to hear the answer to this.

"After my birthday," Phil replies, surprising Dan. So, not years ago, which is a relief, especially considering he hadn't been out to his family until last year. "I called her a few days after we talked about it, and asked if she would be okay with me asking you to marry me."

Dan's eyes water at that. "Phil," he says in a very fond, chastising voice. "You asked my mum for permission?"

"No! I mean... Not really," Phil amends. When Dan gives him a disbelieving look, Phil shrugs. "I basically just said I love you and wanted her to know that I intended on marrying you. She was very chill about it."

Dan raises an eyebrow. "What did she say, exactly?" He asks, suspicious.

Phil grins sheepishly. "She said I better intend on it or else I'd just wasted ten years of my life."

There's a pause and then Dan groans, rolling his eyes. "God. She's the worst." He doesn't mean it, not really. Not anymore.

"No, she... It was nice," Phil says, shrugging simply. "We had a nice chat about marriage and you and everything and... I dunno, it was nice. I finally understood what you're always saying about how much you love my mum."

Dan smiles, tucking a strand of Phil's hair back into place. "Yeah?" He asks quietly.

Phil kisses the palm of his hand. "Yeah. It was really nice, talking to the person who birthed my favorite human on earth," Phil says with a wide smile.

Even ten years in, and Dan still flushes with embarrassment, ducking his head and nuzzling against Phil's neck. "Shut up," he whines.

There's a soft kiss pressed to his head. "Happy birthday, Dan," Phil whispers.

And what a happy birthday it was.

#phan #phanfiction #birthday #dan's 29th birthday fic heck yeah #smut #fluff #birthday cuddles #engagement #proposal #2009 first date recreation #quarantine diy date #no angst but lots of cuddles and emotions #this was a very quick and very late fic bc of who i am as a person #no beta either so if there are flaws i apologize i am running on very little sleep these days #enjoy!!#birthday fic

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Phil comes home to find Dan sick with a awful stomach ache that turns out to be food poisoning. Please and thank you.

“Hey Dan, I’m home, I brought us some grub,” Phil’s terrible american accent echoed through their quiet apartment.

Silence. That’s weird. Usually there would be some music playing, or at least some keyboard clacking coming from somewhere.

“Dan?” Phil asked hesitantly, walking down the dark hallway toward their bedroom.

“In here,” Dan replied quietly, his voice coming from... the bathroom?

“Are you okay?” Phil asked.

“No,” Dan moaned from inside.

“Can I come in?”

When he received no answer he turned the knob, finding it unlocked, so he let himself in. It was dark in the bathroom, except for the light coming in from the window. Dan was sitting in front of the toilet, leaned back against the wall, looking pale and sweaty.

“Are you sick?”

“No, I don’t think so. Stomach’s just upset and I didn’t want to take any chances,” Dan shrugged.

“But you’re nauseous?” he questioned.

“Sort of? I don’t know. Maybe. I just feel gross and weird and you weren’t here so, I don’t know,” he mumbled, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

“Okay, that’s fine. Do you need anything?” Phil asked.

Dan shrugged, “Just sit here with me?”

“Of course,” Phil sat down beside Dan, waiting. He knew that despite Dan’s reluctance to admit he was feeling queasy, he wouldn’t be in here if he wasn’t. Dan was just one of those people who was terrified by the lack of control he had over his body when throwing up, so he’d hold off and deny it to himself as long as possible.

Phil also knew, just from looking at Dan, that he had a fever. He was wrapped in a jumper even though it was hot out, but there was a sheen of sweat on his face, which was even paler than usual, if that’s even possible.

“What did you have for lunch?” Phil broke the silence.

“Phil I don’t want to talk about food, my stomach hurts,” he groaned.

“I know, I’m sorry, just humor me okay?” he pressed.

“Tuna casserole leftovers in the fridge,” Dan answered, pressing a hand to his lips for a moment before letting it drop again.

Tuna casserole... Phil racked his brain for where that might’ve come from. They hadn’t gone out since the weekend. Did either of them order tuna? No, he didn’t think so. Oh, Brian had brought some when he’d been over the other day hadn’t he. That would’ve been... last Thursday? Over a week ago.

“Dan, Brian brought that last week,” Phil said, giving him a sympathetic pat on the knee.

“Yeah, I know,”

“It’s Friday. That stuff was over a week old. I think it had gone off,” Phil explained.

Dan was quiet for a minute, then he groaned. “I knew it tasted weird, ugh Phil.”

“I’m sorry! You know how bad I am about throwing leftovers away. That’s why you’re supposed to do the sniff test. Or at least think about how long it’s been there. You know that,” Phil defended himself, feeling guilty.

“No, I know. I’m not blaming you Philly calm down,” Dan said, smacking him in the chest. “I’m just gonna wait it out here, I’ll be okay in a little while.”

“I think you got food poisoning,” Phil said.

“I’m fine, its just a stomach ache,” Dan protested.

“You’ve definitely got a fever,” Phil said, reaching over to press the back of his hand to Dan’s forehead, confirming what he already knew. “Plus you wouldn’t be in here unless you knew you were going to get sick,” he continued.

Dan groaned, dropping his head down onto Phil’s shoulder. He hated throwing up. It was so gross and horrifying. It freaked him out, having no control over his body like that.

“I know. It’ll be okay though, I’ll be right here with you the whole time okay?” Phil reassured him, knowing it wouldn’t really help much.

“Ohhh god Phil it hurts,” Dan moaned, squirming against Phil’s side. His stomach was cramping and sloshing mercilessly. He pressed a hand to it, cradling it gently to try and soothe the pain, but he knew it was no use. Phil was right, he needed to throw up.

“Just breathe, let your body do what it needs to do,” Phil said as calmly as he could. Truthfully he was scared too, he hated seeing his friend in so much pain. He usually wasn’t so quick to admit it, which told Phil that it really was bad. He wondered if he needed to take him to A&E.

“Fuck,” Dan cursed, a hand hovering over his mouth as he scooted forwards, moving to sit on his knees in front of the toilet. Phil scooted forwards as well, placing a hand on Dan’s back, waiting to see if he’d be able to hand touch today. Sometimes he couldn’t. When there was no protesting he began to rub gentle circles.

Dan moaned, rubbing his stomach with one hand and propping his head up on the toilet seat with the other. Phil cringed, thinking about how unsanitary that was, but decided that this was not the time to worry about it.

“Don’t fight it,” he said softly.

“I don’t want to Phil,” Dan whined.

“I know, but you’ll probably feel better after you do. It’ll be over before you know it,” Phil tried to sound positive. He sure hoped Dan would feel better after he threw up. If not, he really might take him to A&E.

“Hllupp,” Dan muffled a gag into his fist, a low belch coming up from his stomach as well.

“Dan,” Phil warned, “don’t make me start talking about food.”

“Phil-”

“No, I will. I’ll start telling you about the greasy pizza I had for lunch and the juicy-”

And that was all it took. Dan lurched forwards with another gag, his stomach contents pouring out of his mouth into the bowl below. Phil rubbed soothing circles into his back and hummed under his breath, knowing Dan needed something to focus on, and anything he said would just piss him off more at this point.

Dan squeezed his eyes shut as his body rejected what he’d eaten, purging its contents. He felt tears leaking down his cheeks as his stomach squeezed inside of him. He slid one hand up under his shirt to rub it, willing it to calm down. He hated this, hated it so much.

Finally, his stomach stilled and he was able to sit back and breathe again. Phil reached forwards and flushed the toilet so Dan didn’t have to. He leaned back against the wall, letting Dan rest against his shoulder again, crying softly and breathing hard.

“You’re alright, it’s over now,” Phil said quietly, praying that it was true.

#rpf #sick dan #caretaker phil #tw vomit #vomit trigger warning #emeto #food poisoning #upset stomach #throwing up #sickfic #illness #just friends #dan and phil

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dvp95 · 4 years

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under my thumb

pairing: dan howell/phil lester rating: explicit tags: pwp, smut, d/s, power dynamics, established relationship, role reversal, dirty talk, mild degradation/humiliation (use of the word slut but like, fondly), rimming, kink exploration word count: 3.8k summary: Dan gets it. He understands why this turns Phil on every time. There’s nothing abnormal, really, about what they’re doing, but the idea of having Phil fall to pieces at his command is a dizzying one.

you can all blame @intoapuddle for requesting a role reversal sequel to good for you, good for you!

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Dan is a bit of a control freak. He knows what he likes and his opinions don’t bend easily, but he doesn’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing. He likes to be in complete control of his work, his public image, his own body. It’s hard for him to sit back and let other people do something that he knows he could do better.

Giving up control doesn’t always come easy for him, but sometimes he needs it.

He’s gone down the familiar rabbithole of research and given Phil the CliffsNotes version after his eyes started to glaze over. He knows the why and how of it - the release of endorphins that make his brain stop buzzing so fucking loudly, the bonelessness that comes afterwards helping him relax into sleep without overthinking everything he’s done in his life - but it’s still a comparatively new thing in their lives.

It’s not always about sex, although it tends to end in it often enough anyway. Sometimes Dan just needs to turn his brain off for a little while and do what Phil wants him to do.

Knowing when he needs it is easy enough - those times where he’s stuck in hazy listlessness and needs help pressing his reset button - and all he really has to do to instigate it is ask, “What do you want me to do right now?”

Phil always tells him. Sometimes he has to think about it first, takes a few moments to get his own head in the right space, and sometimes he’s got something on the tip of his tongue like he’s just been waiting for Dan to ask. Idle chores or self-care routines or sucking his dick, there’s always something that Phil wants done.

Today isn’t one of those days. Today, Dan comes out of the shower to find Phil laying on his stomach, face buried in Dan’s pillow. His fists are probably clenched under it and the muscles in his bare back are tense. Dan hesitates. Phil doesn’t always want company or touch when he’s having a bad morning, and he almost never wants to talk about it until he’s wrangled his thoughts into something he can put into compact words.

Dan doesn’t need to make the decision. Phil turns his face at the sound of the bathroom door closing, and he turns it towards Dan. His eyes are squeezed shut, but he wants Dan’s presence - he’d have turned away if he didn’t.

The room is quiet but for Phil’s deep, steadying breaths and the white noise of their fan. It’s a struggle for Dan not to open his mouth and break it. He could, anyway, could ask what’s wrong or tell him soothing comforts until they both fall back asleep, but Dan holds his tongue. They’ve seen enough of each other’s bad mornings to know when the time to ask is. Sometimes they slip up, and Phil hovers worriedly or Dan starts to ramble, but they don’t hold that against each other.

Dan hangs his towel up and sits on the edge of the bed. His own side of it, that Phil is encroaching upon - possibly to ground himself, possibly just to make it even more obvious that he doesn’t want Dan to leave the room this time. He brushes stray locks of hair off Phil’s forehead and leans down to press his lips to the expanse of it.

Maybe it’s silly to love the sight of a forehead so much. It’s more than just how Phil’s hair frames his face; it’s about everything that went into a decision that seems so much smaller in hindsight. It had felt gargantuan to Phil at the time, Dan knows.

He pulls back and runs his palm over Phil’s wide shoulders, wondering if it would be welcome to map the freckles on it right now.

Phil hums, and Dan can almost feel some of the tension seeping out of Phil’s skin and into his own. He drops his mouth to his favourite of Phil’s shoulder freckles and rubs his thumb in circles.

“Want a massage?” Dan asks, quiet enough that Phil could pretend not to hear him if he wanted to keep existing in silence.

“I dunno,” says Phil. The furrow between his eyebrows gets deeper and his closed eyes scrunch even more. Dan is about to ask if this is a migraine or a bad anxiety morning when Phil inhales again like he’s going to speak. Then, he hesitates. Dan isn’t always the most patient person, but he likes to think he’s got a handle on being what Phil needs in certain situations, so he keeps his mouth shut for the few beats that it takes Phil to say what he wants to.

Dan isn’t really sure what he’s expecting, but it still takes him by surprise when Phil finally cracks an eye open to look up at the general direction of Dan’s face and quietly ask, “Do you want to do that right now?”

He hasn’t asked Dan that before. They’ve joked about it in the handful of weeks that they’ve started to explore this, but Dan hadn’t been sure if Phil would actually want to take the opportunity. He suddenly understands why Phil went quiet for so long, that first time, because all of a sudden Dan has an added responsibility on his shoulders that he isn’t sure how to deal with.

It’s not a bad responsibility. Dan thinks his shoulders can probably handle it just fine.

“I think it would help you relax,” Dan says, digging his thumb into Phil’s lower back a little bit harder. “And I want to do that for you.”

Phil takes a shuddering sort of breath and nods, turning his face back into Dan’s pillow. Dan swings a leg over Phil’s hips and settles on them. The flannel of Phil’s pyjama pants feels a little strange against Dan’s naked lower half, but that’s nothing he isn’t used to. He thinks his balls will survive.

Neither of them are particularly good masseuses, but they know each other’s bodies almost as well as they know their own. It isn’t a hardship for Dan to start at Phil’s neck, where he holds so much tension, and slowly make his way down. He chances putting more pressure on Phil’s shoulders than he normally would, revelling in the muffled groan of a noise beneath him. Phil doesn’t always react well to pain, but Dan had a feeling - backed by some scientifically-dodgy articles he’d found linked in a 2013 kink forum - that he’d appreciate it now in a way he usually doesn’t. Something about the endorphins. Dan can’t remember, because his head is too full of Phil’s pale, freckled back arching into his hands as he works at the sore muscles with slightly more force than necessary.

Dan gets it. He understands why this turns Phil on every time. There’s nothing abnormal, really, about what they’re doing, but the idea of having Phil fall to pieces at his command is a dizzying one.

When Dan’s thumbs reach the base of Phil’s spine, he leans forward and presses his lips just under Phil’s ear. He feels rather than hears Phil’s breath hitch as Dan puts more weight and pressure on him. He bets that Phil can also feel Dan’s cock hardening against his lower back, considering the way he arches.

“Mm, isn’t that better?” Dan hums almost directly into Phil’s ear. He nips lightly at the lobe of it and huffs a laugh when Phil squeaks. “Nice and relaxed now, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.”

Dan digs his blunt nails into Phil’s waist and takes Phil’s earlobe between his teeth again. “Don’t think I heard you, babe,” he says. “Answer me properly when I ask you a question, yeah? It’s bad manners not to.”

A rush goes through Dan’s heady mind when Phil whines and shudders and turns his face to breathe, “Yeah, fuck, that’s. It’s better. Thank you.”

“Is this turning you on?” Dan asks. It’s not a real question. He knows the answer already.

Even if Phil weren’t literally pushing his ass up into Dan, Dan’s not stupid. He sees the flush up Phil’s neck, painting his shoulders pink with it; he knows the rattling inhales of a Phil who wants friction in any way possible and wants it impatiently. There’s just something that gets Dan’s heart rate kicking into high gear at being in a position to fully tease Phil without Phil attempting to wrestle the upper hand from him. So he has to ask.

“Dan,” Phil whines. That’s a gorgeous sound. Dan wants to hear it again as soon as it’s left Phil’s pretty mouth.

Dan lowers his own mouth to Phil’s shoulder and bites down as he holds Phil still under the weight of his body. He doesn’t remind Phil that he needs to answer the question, because Phil is a smart man.

“Ah -” Phil chokes out. His hips try to move under Dan’s, but Dan can’t tell if he’s grinding down or up. Either is unbelievably hot. “Fuck, okay, sorry, yes. Yeah. It turns me on, baby.”

It never ceases to amaze Dan how horny they still are for each other. It feels like some of it should have faded with time - and it has, sort of, in that they don’t need to jump each other every second of the day and showering together is routine and not always a prime groping opportunity - but ten years in and Dan pressing his semi against Phil still electrifies them both.

“I know,” Dan says, smug, as he kisses the shallow teeth marks in Phil’s skin. “That’s so good, saying it for me.”

Phil huffs a little laugh. For a moment, there’s a pause. Then Phil sighs. “I don’t want you to call me good,” he says, too quick like he’s got to get the words out before they run away. “Maybe another time, I dunno.”

“That’s okay. What do you want from me?” Dan asks. He noses into Phil’s neck again and just breathes with him while Phil thinks about the question.

“Just keep,” says Phil, lifting a hand from under Dan’s pillow to gesture vaguely, “doing what you’re doing.”

“Alright, lazy,” Dan teases.

Phil giggles, and Dan’s heart fucking swells at the sound. He tugs lightly at Phil’s hair to pull him up into a kiss. The angle and their smiles make it sloppier than Dan really intended it to be, but Phil is still trying to move his hips, so clearly it’s still working for him. Dan has the passive, fond thought that most things still work for Phil. When Phil makes a whiny sort of noise at Dan’s mouth leaving his, Dan decides he wants to share that thought.

“God, you’re so needy,” he says, letting affection coat his voice in the sort of sincere way he doesn’t usually like to. It feels important to do it, now, where what he’s saying might sound like a proper insult if he stays in his usual jokey sarcastic tone. “Look at you, huh? Can’t even decide what you want, but you know you want it.”

The shiver that goes through Phil’s body is much more telling than Phil’s huff of, “Shut up.”

“You like that?” Dan grins into Phil’s neck and rocks his hips to slide his cock over the heated skin of Phil’s lower back. “Course you do. Always so fucking horny, aren’t you?”

“N-not always -”

“Doesn’t matter how messy or awkward it is,” Dan continues like Phil hasn’t tried to interrupt. “You’ll still get all whiny and impatient and wet for me. I bet you’re dripping already, huh, all hard just from humping the mattress and having a naked guy on you.”

Personally, Dan thinks those are valid enough reasons to be turned on, but there’s something so satisfying about watching Phil squirm when he says it. He shifts off of Phil to work a hand into the front of his pyjama pants, feeling him up like he owns the place. Phil’s breath comes out forceful, almost like a laugh or a sob, as Dan fondles the head of his dick and hums happily.

“That’s what I thought,” he says, and Phil makes that laugh-sob sound again.

“Fuck, Dan,” Phil whines. He sounds so desperate that Dan thinks it’s probably a little sadistic how much pleasure he’s getting from hearing it. “Stop talking and fuck me already.”

“You got some nerve, talking back while you’re gagging for it like this,” says Dan. He lets go of Phil’s cock and tugs the flannels down, throwing them somewhere over his shoulder for one of them to trip on later. “Good thing you’re so pretty. Spread ‘em.”

Phil makes a noise of protest but does as he’s told, a juxtaposition that has Dan biting back a laugh as he idly plays with his own cock. He strokes with more purpose when Phil settles up on his knees and arches his back just right, still gripping Dan’s pillow like it’s a lifeline. He just looks so good like that, always does, but the fact that Dan is the one deciding when the tableau shifts is adding a layer that he didn’t know existed.

“Please,” Phil says, the word sounding a bit like it’s been punched out of him. His legs are trembling, and Dan knows it has very little to do with the fan blowing cooler air towards them.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Dan teases, settling low between Phil’s legs and nipping at the swell of one cheek. The way Phil’s muscles tense further tells him that Phil wasn’t expecting Dan to do it like this, but the cut-off whimper that comes from him is nothing but positive.

“God, Dan -”

“Look at you,” says Dan again. He spreads Phil open and licks a too-quick stripe over his hole to hear the needy noises that it elicits. “Such a slut for this, aren’t you?”

Phil groans and pushes back against him. “Yeah, fuck. Just for you, though.”

As if there was any doubt left in Dan’s mind. He chuckles and runs his tongue in circles over Phil’s hole until his shaky legs get even more unsteady. Then, Dan dips inside. The teasing, shallow ministrations have Phil practically keening, and Dan shivers.

They don’t do this nearly enough. Dan has that same thought every single time he eats Phil out - that he should really do it more - no matter how long ago the last time was. The noises that Phil always makes are breathy and slutty and usually pressed into a pillow or his own hand so Dan can’t be too smug about taking him apart so easily. Not that it actually stops Dan from being smug, of course. He thinks he’s earned the right to be smug about how good he makes Phil feel.

When Dan’s jaw needs a break from basically making out with Phil’s asshole, he trails his tongue down and gives Phil’s tight balls some much-needed attention. He can’t help but laugh at the way Phil’s whole body jerks, and he needs to pull back. He wants to watch Phil squirm at the loss - which of course he does, immediately, pushing back into nothing and whining like he’s bereft.

Dan laughs again, taking Phil’s hips in hand to roll him over bodily. He admires the way the flush has spread down Phil’s front, too, patchy and pink and beautiful, all the way to his dick. That’s got a pretty flush of its own, and Phil is so hard and dripping precome that Dan can practically feel his mouth watering.

He holds back, though, and smirks when his gaze reaches Phil’s eyes. Phil doesn’t have his contacts in, but some part of him must sense that Dan is smirking, because he groans and tries to cover his face with both hands.

“Shut up,” Phil says into his own palms.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You don’t have to. I can sense how fucking pleased you are with yourself.”

“Can you blame me?” Dan asks, running his hands over Phil’s thighs and grinning when the muscles there twitch. “You’re so fucking easy for me, babe. You’re all embarrassed and you’re still spreading your legs, because all you can think about right now is cock, huh? My cock,” he clarifies before Phil can do it for him, and affection spreads through his whole body when Phil giggles helplessly.

Phil peeks out between his fingers. He’s looking somewhere around Dan’s left ear, but the cuteness is still wildly effective.

“You gonna fuck me?” he asks, laughter lingering in his voice. “Or are you gonna make me beg?”

Dan can’t tell if Phil is joking or not, but the suggestion goes straight to his dick in any case. He bites his lip and reaches for Phil’s wrists, pulling them away from his face and pressing them against the mattress on either side of his head. He watches as Phil’s breath catches, eyes going wider at the shift in mood.

“Yeah,” Dan says, quiet. “I want to hear that.”

“Dan,” Phil breathes. He squeezes his eyes shut, like even the blurry image of Dan is too much right now. “Fuck, I wasn’t - I don’t know if I can do that. That’s, like, a lot.”

There’s a note in Phil’s voice that makes Dan soften his grip. He leans down and kisses Phil, lingering and sweet, as a reminder that this is still them, that Phil doesn’t have to perform for Dan when he doesn’t want to. He waits until Phil is relaxed and gazing up at him again before he speaks.

“That’s fine,” he says, as sincerely as he knows how. “You don’t have to.”

Phil smiles. It’s fond and familiar, and Dan can’t help but return it. This part is always a bit weird, figuring out the boundaries and sorting between what feels good because they’re horny and what feels good because they like it.

“Maybe another time,” says Phil. That’s sincere, too. Dan wants to say that Phil doesn’t need to do it for him, but this is a type of conversation that they’ve had before. Sometimes the things they do are for each other’s sake, and they have to trust that they’re not going to push themselves too far in the process.

“Sure, if you want to,” Dan settles on. He presses another kiss to the corner of Phil’s mouth. “You still want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yes,” Phil says, quick enough that it makes Dan snort.

There’s something Dan wants to say to that, because of course there is, but he holds his tongue. Somehow, Phil always knows when he’s doing that. He squints up at Dan and then turns his face to the side. Maybe it’s easier not to look at Dan to say, “And I like… the other stuff you were saying. If that wasn’t fucking obvious. I know it’s - but, I dunno. I kind of think it’s hot when you tease me like that. So you can keep doing… that. If you want to.”

“Aw,” says Dan, unable to help himself. He noses at Phil’s jaw with a grin. “You’re so cute. Don’t worry, I know what a cockslut you are.”

Phil’s whine turns into a giggle, and Dan has to swallow the noise with his mouth.

This part is the most familiar. Dan blindly grabs around his nightstand until he finds a bottle of lube and presses two slick fingers into Phil, slow, without tearing himself away from the kiss. Phil’s groan reverberates between their mouths, and he hitches a leg up on Dan’s hip to make it easier for both of them. Dan bets that he could do this part in his sleep.

What’s new is the things he murmurs between kisses, the quiet reverence of, “Can’t believe you’re already so desperate,” and, “God, look at you, such a fucking slut for it,” and, “Bet you’d come without even getting me inside you if I touched your dick.”

Phil nods a lot, either in agreement or encouragement, and shuts Dan up with kisses when he gets too flustered. Before long, he’s rocking his hips and demanding that Dan get on with it.

Dan laughs, but he’s too turned on to draw this out any longer as it is. And as hot as it would be to hear Phil beg for his cock, there’s something even hotter about Phil getting impatient and needy with horniness and just telling Dan to fuck him already, knowing damn well that Dan is in a position where he could say not yet and Phil would just have to deal with it.

It doesn’t take long, after that. They both fall apart completely as Dan finally sinks inside, and it’s too hard to focus on the things coming out of his mouth when Phil feels so good around him and makes such desperate little noises. Maybe Dan is rougher with his thrusts and his grip than he usually is for lazy morning sex, maybe Phil is blushing and shivering more than he has since he came in his jeans during a movie marathon at his parents’ old house, but it becomes less about the teasing words and more about how good it always feels to fuck into Phil’s tight body.

Phil comes first, jerking himself off and rocking into Dan’s thrusts, and he arches prettily off the bed as he splatters both of their stomachs with it.

“Fuck,” Dan breathes. “Look at you.”

Phil bites his lip and pulls Dan down into a searing kiss so that Dan can’t keep staring at him, and Dan finds that he’s more than content with that. His mind is still running a commentary about how hot Phil looks, how good he feels, how slutty it is that he’s still letting Dan fuck him until he gets his own.

He decides to save those words for another time. Because Phil’s eyes are glazing over with the floaty contentment that Dan is getting familiar with, and coming deep inside Phil with his teeth on Phil’s collarbone will never lose its magic.

They’re breathing hard and their limbs are loose with the strength of their orgasms when Phil huffs a laugh.

“I’m not washing the sheets,” he says. “Not even if you tell me to.”

“I know,” Dan laughs. He presses soft kisses up Phil’s neck until he meets his lips again. He’s softening, but he doesn’t want to pull out of Phil yet. It just feels nice to be inside him until one or both of them can’t handle it anymore. “I don’t mind washing up. If you still want me to tell you what to do, though, I think breakfast and a bubble bath are in your cards.”

Phil’s eyes crinkle with his fond grin, and he wraps both arms around Dan’s shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. “Mm. Knew I could count on you to be in charge.”

#words words words #phanfic #phanfiction #dnp fic

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paradisobound · 5 years

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Sail Away With Me: Part 6

Summary: It was a fluke. Dan shouldn’t have ever gone with Sam to a party on a yacht. He shouldn’t have trusted her to go. But in a chance encounter, he ends up in bed with Phil Lester, a billionaire CEO of a luxury clothing company. When he thinks he’s screwed up enough, he realizes he’s in way too deep. Because Phil Lester has fallen in love with him. The catch: Dan gave Phil a fake name and all Phil has to remember Dan by is the tattoo on his hip and the necklace he left behind.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Mild Sexual Content

Pairing: Instagraminfluencer!dan and CEO!Phil

This is a chaptered work. Updates every Saturday around 1pm EST

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PHIL POV

“I’m close.”

“Me too.”

Phil thrust in one final time into the male and then fell forward, hiding his face in the males neck. He told himself he wouldn’t do this again. But he fell into bed with the first male he saw at his party tonight and now he’s here in an awkward situation. The male hasn’t finished and he’s feverishly working his hand over himself to do so and Phil is already pulling out and ready to get cleaned up.

The male finishes and they both stand up and separate as Phil takes his clothing and walks to his en-suite bathroom. He doesn’t even remember what the males name is. He just can’t help but notice the resemblance to another certain male that he, hopefully gets to meet tomorrow.

He washes up and cleans up in his bathroom and walks out to see the male is gone and his clothes are gone too. He goes to his bed and runs his hands over his hair and face as he struggles to come to terms with what he’s doing.

He’s just hoping that by tomorrow night, he’ll have the actual male he wants in his bed. Not just some random male to fill the hole in his heart. He reaches into his bedside drawer and pulls out the necklace that he can’t wait to give back to Ethan. He holds it in his hand and looks it over one more time before throwing it into its safe place and laying down into his bed, hoping sleep will come a bit easier.

He tosses and turns most of the night and by the dawn, he’s almost fully awake with nerves. He gets up from bed and walks to his living room to be pleasantly happy that all of the guests are gone and minimal needs to be done to adjust his place.

Phil gets out his laptop and opens it up as he takes a seat on his couch and looks through his emails and then decides he need to just stop doing that. He goes onto Instagram, something he doesn’t do very often, he finds himself looking through random things on his explore page.

But suddenly he comes across a profile from daniel_howell and he clicks on it because the male looks just like Ethan. But the photo can’t be right because this guy is named Daniel and...his head is playing tricks on him. It has to be. He can’t let it do this or else he’ll never find his Ethan.

He gives up on staying up and decides to go back to sleep, hoping his delirious thoughts of this person go away by the time he wakes up for real.

***

“I had the weirdest experience on Instagram last night.” Phil says to Jeanna as he gets to his office a few hours earlier to prepare for meeting his Ethan.

“What happened?” She asked in between bites of her lunch from Costa. She had even brought Phil a sandwich and he thanked her immensely for that since he hadn’t thought to even eat today.

“I went on Instagram and this guy showed up on my explore page and I could have sworn it was Ethan.”

Jeanna’s eyes widened and she looked at him with her hands in the air. “Phil, that’s fantastic!”

“But there is no way that it could be.” Phil says, immediately shutting Jeanna down. “Because the guys profile said his name was Daniel.”

Jeanna furrows her brows. “Oh that’s unfortunate.” She says. “It must be just someone who looks like Ethan.”

Phil shrugged and took another bite of food. He swallowed it down between answering. “But I’m almost sure it’s him.”

Jeanna just looked at him. “But if his name is Daniel, I doubt it would be, right?”

Phil shrugged again and then went back to eating.

“Can you find his profile for me?”

Phil looks back at Jeanna and fishes his phone out front his pocket, ignoring the way his fingers brushed against the necklace that he was still holding just in case he was able to give it back to Ethan today.

He opens his phone and goes to Instagram. He goes to the explore page and goes to the search bar and searches the name of the profile that had came up last night. He remembers it so vividly. He clicks on the profile and he feels his eyes widen a bit in his head because that was Ethan. This guy looked so much like him.

“So this is Daniel?” Jeanna asks, holding the phone in her hand. “He’s handsome.”

Phil felt his cheeks heat up. “Ethan looks just like him.”

Jeanna bites her lip and nods as she hands Phil his phone back. She doesn’t say anything more and Phil doesn’t either. They finish their lunch in peace.

They only had a few hours to pull this event off and if they didn’t get started, they would probably fall behind.

***

“I’m sorry, Phil.”

Phil doesn’t say anything. He just sits back in his chair and looks down at all of the photographs of the thousands of Ethan’s that showed up and feels his heart break a bit more. He shakes his head and tries to ignore the pang in his chest.

“I knew it wasn’t going to work.” He says. “Ethan’s gone.”

Jeanna puts her hand out and puts it on top of Phil’s. He was shaking a bit, both at the nerves that hadn’t quite went out of him and from the fact that he’d literally just spent three hours of his life meeting men that claimed to be his Ethan but no one even came close.

“We’ll find him.” Jeanna says, her voice soft. “I promise.”

***

DAN POV

“I couldn’t go.”

Sam just shook her head as she took a final drag from the spiff between her lips. She took the end and rubbed it out in the ashtray in her flat and blew the smoke out past her lips. He knew she would be disappointed.

“Why?” She asks.

“I didn’t want to confront him.” Dan says simply. “I didn’t want to go there and confront him after everything that has happened.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Get it all out now.” Dan says, rolling his eyes.

Sam sits up in the metal chair and looks shakes her head. “You’re really going to shoot your shot with Phil Lester because you don’t want to confront him?”

“What else am I supposed to do, Sam?”

“Go and see him!” Sam says. She picks up her phone and looks at the time and then sighs. “Fuck, actually. I bet he’s not even holding the meetings anymore. It’s well past five.”

Dan just shakes his head and pulls his legs tighter to his chest as he wraps his arms around himself. “I shouldn’t have gave him a fake name.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

Sam isn’t holding anything back and Dan lets out a sad sigh. He could really use the comfort of his best friend right now but he knows she’s not going to give him that. Not when she thinks he’s being an idiot about something.

“You should have gone.” She says, adding onto what she said before. “You should have gone anyway and just spoken to him. I’ve told you before that Phil is a nice guy. If you were to just tell him I’m sure he’d understand. If he’s this keen on finding you, he obviously thinks you’re worth it. Do you know how long its been since I’ve ever heard of Phil Lester dating someone?”

Dan shakes his head.

Sam lets out a sigh. “My family has known Phil Lester since he began his company. He got invited to all of my dad’s special meetings and they’ve always been two people who associated with each other. But since Lukas died, I haven’t seen Phil date anyone.”

Dan furrows his brows and opens his mouth. “Who is Lukas?”

Sam looks rigid and she tenses suddenly. Her mouth open and closes and then she finally answers. “You’ve never heard about Lukas Laurent?”

Dan feels like that name sounds familiar but he can’t really place how he would know so he shakes his head and rests his cheek on his knee as he looks over at Sam. “No I don’t think I have.”

“Lukas Laurent was the founder of Le Grand Amour, you know, Phil’s company. He and Phil technically founded it together but Lukas’s name was always the one getting recognized.” Sam swallows and pauses for a moment. “He was killed a few years in a hate crime in Paris. He was there for business and he went out to a bar one night for a few drinks and on the way back, he was ambushed. His body was found the next morning in a back alley.”

Dan’s mouth fell open and Sam nodded. She pulled her lips in a tight line and then let them go. “That’s horrible.”

“Phil took it really hard. He and Lukas had been together for over ten years and they literally built their lives together and...well, it was all ruined in just one night.” She sits up and adjusts her legs as she sits on her foot and swings the other. “So to know that Phil is looking for someone to love again is such a big deal, Dan. That’s why I’m saying that you should have went to that meeting. You should have went and told Phil who you are.”

Dan felt his eyes cloud up as he struggled to hold back the tears of guilt that were flushing his waterline. He felt like an idiot now. He felt guilty that he didn’t go and try and speak to Phil. And as he picks up his phone and looks at the empty calendar reminder, mocking him on his home screen, he shakes his head and looks out at the foggy London evening.

***

Dan sits the next few days alone in his London flat. He doesn’t bother to speak to Sam and he also doesn’t bother to make an effort to do anything. He does a few more sponsored Instagram posts and he answers a few more emails, but he mostly sits alone and thinks about the what if’s.

What if he had gone to meet Phil at his office? What if he had given Phil his actual name? What if he had made an effort to actually speak to Phil and not just run away with his tail between his legs?

He’s sitting in his flat on a Friday evening with a glass of red wine sitting on the coffee table. His toes are on the edge of the wooden table and he’s hoisted his laptop on his knees to his face.

He goes through a few more of his Instagram dm’s and he answers a few of them and then he notices how his follower count is growing a bit and he’s reached his next milestone, effectively having 500,000 followers now. Which is a lot, he reckons. And he doesn’t quite know what to think if he’s being honest.

Just as Dan is reaching for his glass of wine, his phone buzzes and he picks it up in his head. He reads over the notification saying it’s a dm on Instagram and he cocks his head because he just checked them and surely he can’t have another already?

He opens the message and he sees it is from someone named Jeanna Dupoint and he furrows his brows as he reads it over.

Hello Dan! My name is Jeanna and I’m Phil Lester’s assistant here at Le Grand Amour. Phil noticed your profile the other day and mentioned that you were very reminiscent of a man he met in Italy by the name of Ethan. In fact, he’s saying you both are identical. He doesn’t know I’ve messaged you but given his reaction at seeing your profile, I’m wondering...are you the Ethan Phil is speaking about?

Dan feels all breath leave his body and he begins to hyperventilate as he reads over the message over and over again. Should he answer it honestly? He should, shouldn’t he? He’d be stupid if he didn’t.

He begins to type out a message but then he deletes it and backtracks. Fuck, he doesn’t know what to do but the waiting isn’t going to help anything or anyone. He needs to answer her. He has to. He can’t let this get away. But before his thoughts fully can’t comprehend the situation, another message comes through.

I’d like to arrange a time for you and Phil to meet, if you’re okay with that? I know Phil says he has a necklace for you and if I remember correctly, I had a few conversations with someone over a missing necklace for Dan. Would that happen to be yours?

Dan sits back on his couch and curls up staring at his phone. He shuts his eyes and squeezes them tight as he struggles to gather his breath.

This wasn’t real. He had to be dreaming.

He picked up the wine glass and finished it all in one gulp.

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something to play for

genre: fluff, smut/nsfw

word count: 4435

available on: ao3

summary: “the world doesn’t revolve around basketball, lester.”

a basketball!au where phil is the school's star player and dan is his best friend, watching from the sidelines. everything changes when the team makes it to state championships for the first time in ten years and dan and phil realize they want something more than friendship.

author’s note: it's finally here! after months of waiting i can proudly say it's polished and beautiful. eternal thanks to @existentialhouseplant for beta reading it! (UPDATE: i accidentally deleted this whole thing while trying to edit it and i’m frustrated with myself and tumblr and the universe, so the italics aren’t copied over and if you really want them, give it a read on the ol’ ao3).

the bell rings, sending students flying from their desks and out the door. dan shoves his unfinished history assignment into the depths of his backpack and follows his classmates as they pour into the hallway. unlike the rest of them, dan walks to the gym, rather than through the school gates. he gets sour looks from a group of girls standing by the lockers who know all too well where he’s going and who he’s hanging out with.

when he enters the gym, dan doesn’t have to look up to know phil’s on the court shooting baskets. the sound of the basketball slicing through the net and phil’s shoe squeaks echo across the building.

“don’t tell me you have homework again today,” phil calls once he notices dan setting his bag down by the bleachers.

“i have homework every day,” dan says back, pulling the now wrinkled assignment sheet out of his backpack. “if you have a problem with it, you can take it up with mrs. shelley.”

phil makes a lazy attempt at a three, letting the ball bounce a few times until it hits the wall. “you have to help me practice, though. what’s more important, state championships or some small assignment?”

“the world doesn’t revolve around basketball, lester.”

except it does, and not just for phil. their high school hasn’t had a good basketball team in ten years, but since phil joined the team in september, they’ve won nearly every game. the coach tells all the players it’s a combined effort, not that he’s fooling anyone. phil’s the most talented player in the state and carries the team. for as popular as phil is on the court, he’s pretty quiet in class. he doesn’t let his talent get to his head and only has one real friend: dan. all the popular boys at school tried to become phil’s friend as soon as the team started winning games, but it became pretty evident dan wasn’t sharing. still, there are girls who occasionally go up to phil and ask for his number, to no avail. it explains why dan gets so many dirty looks: everyone wants to see phil lester’s personal side.

at first, dan expected the basketball hype to die down after the first home game. after their third win in a row, though, it started to sink in that maybe this season is the one. winning twenty of their twenty two games has earned them a spot in the state championship, and now anything anyone can think about is winning the last game of the season.

dan has supported phil every step of the way, but the problem with the championship game is that it takes place the weekend before finals. earlier in the semester, dan was willing to forget his homework in favor of helping phil practice. today, though, dan puts his foot down.

“this ‘assignment’ is worth fifteen percent of my grade, phil,” dan frowns. “i can’t just not do it.”

phil rolls his eyes, “fine. but if i accidentally hit you from over here, that’s a sign you should be helping me instead.” he picks up the ball again and tries to pump fake dan, but he’s already looking back down at his history project and doesn’t notice.

dan feels like he’s been working for hours when he looks at the gym clock and finds it’s only been twenty minutes. he groans, setting his papers aside and rolling up his sleeves.

“you certainly look productive,” phil comments with a smirk. “maybe you could use a break.” dan stares at phil blankly. “i could use some help with my defense.”

sighing, dan stands up and walks across the court to phil. “what do you want me to do?”

“just dribble around and try to make a shot,” phil says, emphasizing the word try as he passes the basketball to dan. dan doesn’t catch it gracefully and it slips out of his grasp. as dan tries to chase after it, phil steals it from him and scores a basket like it’s nothing.

dan throws his hands up. “i don’t know what you expect from me, but you’re definitely not making this easy.”

“that’s the point, howell.” phil tosses the ball back to dan, placing his hands on his hips to take a breath. “just try your best. i promise i won’t go too hard on you.”

dan takes a minute to steady the ball in his hands, then starts dribbling from side to side. he takes a cautious step forward, then another, and another until phil swipes at the ball and dan retreats to the half court line. he tries not to look at phil’s eyes, because he knows he’ll get distracted. phil’s just captivating like that. he’s such a nice person that you don’t even realize when he’s taken the ball from you and scored; it’s completely disarming. even the best players fall victim to his charm, or at least dan hopes that’s the case.

he breathes in deeply before stepping forward again, this time avoiding phil. he moves around phil and definitely gets away with a double dribble, but finds himself only feet away from the basket. dan puts the ball up and it hits the side of the rim, bouncing into phil’s open arms.

“i’m surprised,” phil smiles. “you’re not actually that bad. your shooting form needs improvement, though.”

“well, since you’re the expert here, why don’t you show me how you’d do it?”

phil walks over to where dan is standing and hands him the ball, this time keeping a hand on the ball and the other on dan’s shoulder. “use your right hand to support the bottom of it,” he says, moving dan’s hand. “put your left hand on the top of it and push the ball up as you jump.”

dan makes a sore attempt to follow phil’s instructions and the ball comes no closer to the basket than before. phil laughs in the background and runs to grab the ball. “it’s not funny,” dan grumbles, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “you know i don’t know how to aim.”

“sorry. i guess i should be resting up for saturday’s game, anyway,” phil says, holding the ball at his hip. “i didn’t hurt your feelings, did i?”

dan shakes his head quickly, “of course you didn’t. some people just aren’t born to play basketball.”

smiling, phil walks over to the utility closet and puts the basketball back on the rack with the others the team uses for practice as dan slings his backpack over his shoulder. “do you want to come over for dinner?” phil asks as he grabs his own bag. “mom’s making a big dinner in celebration of state championships since they’ll be out of state for the game.”

they exit the gym and make their way through the halls. “that’s a family thing, phil, i don’t want to intervene,” dan says. “besides, i still have that history thing to do.”

“okay,” phil says, not wanting to push dan, knowing that he already took away from dan’s study time. “speaking of the championship game, since my parents can’t go, do you think you’d like to go with me?”

“like, go with you on the bus and share your hotel room?” dan asks. “you don’t have to do that for me-”

“well, i want to,” phil presses. “there’s no one i’d want to be with me more.”

dan grins, “i’d love that.” he waves goodbye to phil as they walk past the school gates and head in opposite directions. as dan walks home, he can’t help but notice the strange feeling bubbling in his stomach at the idea of going to state with phil.

—

instead of resting like phil said he was going to, he hits the courts every day for the rest of the week. phil makes free throw after free throw, basket after basket. dan sits on the sidelines and supports phil as much as he can while he does his homework. both dan and phil’s most productive day that week is when the team has their final practice before the game. phil is occupied with the rest of the team, so he doesn’t distract dan from his work. it wasn’t like phil was actually getting much practice in with just dan around, anyway.

phil’s coach gives the team a long, inspiring speech and credits their success to team effort, but looks directly at phil as he says it. dan notices some of the team members becoming uncomfortable when the coach gets to that part of the speech, so he shoots phil a reassuring smile. dan hates the way he and phil are treated sometimes. phil just doesn’t deserve it.

phil walks out of practice that day with a lump of stress caught in his throat. “you will rest tonight, right?” dan asks as they stand at the front of the school before saying their goodbyes. “you have to get up early to meet the bus in time.”

phil doesn’t say anything.

“are you okay? i know you’re stressed and all but you’re really quiet,” dan says. “at least that means you won’t get t’d up.” that puts a smile on phil’s face, but it fades as quickly as it comes. he stares at dan like he’s worried about something, and dan’s known phil long enough that he knows it’s not just pre-game jitters. “you better figure this out, lester. i’m not sleeping in the same room as someone who’s going to wet the bed,” dan jokes. he punches phil in the arm (softly, of course) and turns to walk home.

—

dan sits on the curb in the school parking lot on his phone as he waits for phil to show up. he checks his texts over and over, but the school’s wifi never was any good. it isn’t until he hears a suitcase being set down behind him that he realizes phil’s here.

“sorry,” phil says, helping dan up. “dropped my straightener on the counter and burnt a hole in my towel.”

dan frowns, because either phil didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, or he’s still stressed out. “still nervous?” dan asks.

phil doesn’t have a chance to respond before his coach whistles and waves them over to the bus. they step inside and find that most of the team is already settled in, but thankfully there’s two open seats next to each other near the back of the bus. phil puts their suitcases above their seats, then sits next to dan.

“i have homework i need to do,” dan says as he takes his laptop out of his backpack. “do you want to pick out a playlist? i always work better with music, and i think it would help you de-stress.”

nodding, phil takes dan’s phone and scrolls through his music for a minute before deciding on 148 by c418. he plugs a pair of earbuds into the phone and offers one side to dan.

“odd choice, but i’m down for this,” dan says, placing the earbud in his ear and logging into his laptop. while it loads, dan watches as phil leans back in his seat and stares out the window. he would ask phil if he needs anything, but phil looks more relaxed than he’s been all week, and dan smiles.

—

it takes a few hours to drive to the state capital, but soon enough they’re there and everyone’s anxious to get up and move around. they stop by the hotel to drop off their bags then they’re on the road again, this time to an arcade. it’s the coach’s surprise to the team for making it this far, and to take pressure off the big game tomorrow.

they start with laser tag, pitting the players and trainers against each other. dan opts to join the team phil isn’t on to make things more fun, even though he knows he’s probably going to lose. when the game begins, dan runs into one of the towers and peeks out the window, searching for phil in the darkness. he shoots the basketball players that are brave enough to cross the large, open field, but there’s still no sign of phil. eventually, all dan’s teammates have been picked off and dan’s pretty sure he and phil are the last ones still in the game. he decides that waiting around for phil isn’t going to work, so he stands up from his hiding spot and turns around.

within half a second, the sound of a laser gun goes off and dan’s own gun turns dark before he can even realize what’s happened. phil had been waiting behind dan the whole game. “you cruel bastard,” dan groans, ripping his vest off.

phil just laughs, his tongue poking out from his teeth. dan rolls his eyes; that’s phil’s happy laugh. he’s glad phil’s enjoying himself, but this is just unfair. “i’m sorry,” phil says with no sincerity once he takes time to catch his breath. “i got you so good.”

“yeah,” dan grumbles. he walks out of the tower and phil follows him out of the arena, leaving their guns behind. “i hate you.”

“here, we can play a round of air hockey and i’ll let you win,” phil says.

dan shakes his head, “there’s no fun in that.”

“do you really think you can beat me otherwise?”

dan inserts a token into the table and picks up a striker. “game on, lester.”

—

later that night, after the team orders in pizza, dan and phil make their way to their hotel room, exhausted from the day’s events. the first thing they do is collapse on the bed, not bothering to take their shoes off or get comfortable. dan thinks it’s a bit counteractive to exhaust players before the most important game they’ve ever played. either way, it’s the most fun he’s had in a while, even though phil beat him at every game they played. they stare up at the ceiling until the air conditioning turns on and dan has to get up and turn it off before they freeze to death.

“i know i said i hate you, but i’m proud of you, you know that?” dan says as he sits back down on the bed.

phil sits up to reply to him, “what am i supposed to say to that? thanks?”

“you’ve come so far. i remember when you first made the team. i wonder if anyone thought we’d ever be here.”

“you convinced me to try out,” phil defends. “i wouldn’t have made it here without you.”

“you’re such a sap,” dan smiles. he and phil sit like this for a few seconds that feel like slow motion. dan suddenly feels warm under phil’s gaze and he can hear the stillness in the air, the slight ringing in his ears. “do you think we could,” dan trails off and bites his lip. a shiver runs down dan’s spine as phil takes his hand and cups dan’s cheek, tilting his head upwards so he can finally break the tension between the two of them and kiss dan. it’s a kiss so long and deep that it’s dizzying; a warm, fuzzy feeling growing in his stomach and his mouth and everywhere.

dan pulls away to rest his forehead against phil’s, taking slow breaths and closing his eyes because phil’s blue-green eyes are so intense. he drapes his arms over phil’s shoulders and laughs airily, “shit, phil.”

phil responds by closing the gap and kissing dan again, this time taking dan’s bottom lip in between his teeth. catching dan by surprise, he gasps softly and grabs a handful of phil’s shirt. phil smirks, aware of the mess he and dan are now in. he kisses dan so firmly that he pushes dan’s back against the bed, straddling dan’s legs and placing his hands next to either side of dan to hold himself up as they kiss. it’s the most heavenly thing he’s ever felt, dan thinks. phil’s body above his, their breath hot on each other’s faces. as phil drags dan’s bottom lip through his teeth once more, dan’s sighs become a low-pitched whine. he places his lips along dan’s jawline and kisses lower and lower until he reaches the soft skin on dan’s neck.

“not there,” dan pants. “‘m sensiti-” he cuts himself off with a load moan as phil bites down gently. phil raises his eyebrows, and dan’s ashamed of how pathetic it seemed. “i warned you,” he grumbles.

“oh my god, dan,” phil breathes, sending a wave of fervor through dan. “you sound so beautiful.”

dan almost moans again at the heaviness of phil’s voice, but he stops himself. “how far do you want to go?” dan asks, and he knows it’s a mood killer, but this is important to him. to both of them. it’s new and tempting and needs boundaries. “i don’t think either of us brought anything, so…” he trails off.

phil pulls away and looks at dan, taking a minute to brush the hair out of his eyes. “maybe we can just get each other off?”

“fuck yes,” dan nods, tilting his head back to allow phil to continue kissing his neck. he lets his hands run up and down phil’s body. dan brushes over phil’s nipples, making him gasp against dan’s skin. tentatively, dan does it again, and this time he elicits a moan from phil. it’s when dan presses down harder that phil can’t take it anymore.

“help me get your pants off,” phil says, not as composed as he was a few minutes ago. phil easily takes his jeans off, but dan has to lift himself up once phil can’t tug dan’s down any further. phil throws them to the other side of the bed once they’re off. he then carefully pulls dan’s underwear down, then his own. they were both clearly straining against the fabric, and dan now shivers in the cold hotel room air.

dan feels like he should say something, but he’s so tongue-tied with desire that he makes a helpless sound. it’s enough for phil to get the message, and his hand finally wraps around the head of dan’s cock. slick with precum, phil uses it to help pump the rest of dan’s cock.

it’s absolutely euphoric, and soon dan’s bucking up into phil’s hand and whispering his name with every movement. it sends waves of pleasure through him, and he would be content doing this for hours on end. but somehow, in all the mania, dan reaches his hand out in return, taking phil’s cock in his hand and pumping in time with phil.

phil bites his lip, trying not to let out the string of curses dan knows is stuck in his throat. dan leans forward to kiss phil and the moans he’s holding back become vibrations that go straight to dan’s cock. phil’s hips involuntarily slide forward, and their cocks rub against each other. phil pulls back, but dan guides phil’s cock next to his again and takes them both in his hand. the added friction brings them both infinitely closer to release.

“phil,” dan cries, rolling his hips as need steadily builds up and courses through his body. “i’m- i-”

phil pumps him over the edge, and anything dan was saying becomes an incoherent mess. phil follows soon after, coming on dan’s stomach like dan had done with him. breathing heavily, he falls on the sheets beside dan.

once they’ve both calmed down to the point where words seem possible again, phil turns his head to look at dan. “hi,” he says, and dan laughs breathlessly.

“hi,” dan smiles. “we should go wash up.”

—

dan wakes up before phil does, a pair of arms wrapped around him and soft breathing against his neck. it’s the most comforting thing he’s ever felt, the feeling of being safe and warm in phil’s embrace. dan looks over at the clock and it’s well past eight, but the team doesn’t need to be at the arena until later, so dan sighs and closes his eyes to fall asleep again.

until he realizes that the game—the biggest game the team’s played yet—is today, and dan just slept with the star player. it’s a feat almost everyone at school should be jealous of, but it sends dan’s mind racing. not only did he tire phil out more than he already was, what if he gets distracted during the game? dan knows phil’s always calm and collected on the court, but what if? what if dan lost the game for phil before it even started? phil was already nervous on the bus ride up. did dan make it worse? or would phil get mad at him for causing this mess?

the warm feeling of being next to phil is replaced by a sickness to his stomach. he pries away from phil, biting his lip with a frown as he hears phil mumble something in protest beside him. “good morning,” phil says, stretching. his heart leaps at the sound of phil’s voice, but his thoughts shut his feelings down again.

“morning,” dan mutters without looking back. he gets up and takes a change of clothes out of his bag, heading into the bathroom to change while avoiding phil’s slightly confused stare as much as possible. turning on the faucet, he splashes his face with water, but he knows nothing can hide the bruise on his neck and the plumpness of his lips.

when he comes out of the bathroom, and for the rest of the morning, for that matter, dan shuts his mouth and tries not to look at or think about phil. if i’m not distracted by him, maybe he won’t get distracted by me. they pile onto the bus after a long and silent breakfast (from all the team, who were clearly nervous about playing such an important game), and dan slides into the window seat. out of the corner of his eye, dan sees phil try to hold his hand, but he pulls away before they touch.

“are you okay, dan?” phil asks in a quiet voice.

“just tired,” dan says back, and he can tell phil doesn’t buy it. and dan isn’t entirely wrong; he’d have loved to stay in bed with phil for another hour, but today is phil’s day. today is about basketball.

at the arena, phil and the team stop by the locker room to drop their bags off and talk strategy for the game, something dan isn’t invited to. he and the other friends and family that went along for the trip find seats in the arena itself, bustling about game predictions and final scores. dan finds a seat further up in the stands and scrolls mindlessly through his phone for what feels like hours before both teams come out for warmups. when dan glances up, there’s now a lot more people than there were before, and he meets phil’s searching eyes on the court and he can’t bear to stare at phil anymore. the look phil gives dan once he realizes dan isn’t in his usual courtside seat makes dan want to run down and let him know he’s okay.

dan tries to pay attention to the other team warming up, and the fact that they’re making most of their shots doesn’t put dan’s mind at ease. this is going to be a tough game for phil, but he can handle it, right? he hopes phil can, because soon enough, warmups are over and the teams go to their benches for their final pep talk. dan looks to their team’s huddle, but he doesn’t see phil’s jersey number, and it’s not because he’s sitting further away. he looks for any sign of phil in the sidelines before he notices a familiar jersey jogging up the steps.

“i saved you a seat by the bench,” phil says, resting his hands on his hips. “better view up here?”

“not really,” dan hesitates, struggling to find something to say that isn’t going to make him seem like a terrible friend.

“did i do something wrong?” phil asks, and dan doesn’t think he’s ever seen phil more heartbroken in his life. “is this about last night? because i really liked it, and if you didn’t-”

“i shouldn’t have kissed you,” dan says. phil takes dan’s hands into his and pulls dan up until he’s standing. “what if i distract you during the game? what if i make you lose? you were exhausted last night and i probably pushed you too far, and i know you’ve been nervous since before we left.”

phil laughs and rolls his eyes, “i was nervous about sharing a room with you, silly, not about the game. i’ve been mad about you for years, and i finally had my chance to tell you. when i found out you felt the same way, i didn’t have anything to be nervous about anymore. but i freaked out again when you were acting differently. i thought wow, maybe you don’t really like me the way i like you. i would have been thinking more about if you hated me or not than what’s happening in the game.”

“really?” dan asks.

“i like seeing you cheer me on in the sidelines,” phil smiles, swinging their arms back and forth. “it gives me something to play for.” phil draws him into a hug, rubbing dan’s back.

“god, i’m sorry,” dan whispers, and he tries to put words to his feelings, but if he says anything else, he’ll probably cry. he can’t believe he’s made things so much worse than they were, but all he wants to do is focus on being in phil’s arms again.

“come on, you’ll make me late.” phil, with dan in tow, walks back down the stairs and around to the other side of the court to the bench. he gives dan a quick kiss, leaving dan just as blushy as he was the last time the kissed, before apologizing to the coach and joining the huddle.

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phil wins. the team wins, really, but it’s all phil at the end. it’s the best game of his career and at the final buzzer, everyone in the building knows it. dan rushes onto the court with the rest of the players on the bench, wrapping his arms around phil once the two meet.

“you are so sweaty,” dan shouts over the cheering.

“shut up,” phil says, and in front of thousands of people, to be replayed on the news that night, phil kisses dan.

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doomedhowell · 4 years

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Life Finds A Way

Summary: Dan and Phil in the Jurassic Park world! With a genderswap twist. Daisy and Penelope are sent to Isla Nublar to check out the upcoming Jurassic World amusement park. Daisy wanted a nice trip, wanted to see some dinosaurs, and hang out with co-workers. Nothing more, and nothing less. Unfortunately, a dinosaur breaks out of containment and all hell breaks loose.

Triggers Warnings: dinosaurs, violence, injury, blood, swearing

Word Count: 3,162

Artist: @phanomeheart [will link later]

Beta: @et-in-cinerem-reverteris [thank you so much for being an amazing beta!]

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A/N: I’m so excited to post my fic for the @phandomreversebang! I’m so happy with how it turned out and hope that everyone loves it. Yes, this is my third Jurassic Park crossover. I just really love Jurassic Park. This is also my first Gender Swap fic to match with the theme of how all dinosaurs are female. So, please let me know how I did for my first Gender Swap :]

“I should have never agreed to this. I should have just stayed home when I had the chance.”

Annoyed, Daisy rolls her eyes as Penelope complains for the millionth time. They’ve only been stuck alone together for thirty minutes, but with the amount of whining Penelope has done, to Daisy, it feels like they’ve been trapped in this jungle for an eternity.

“Penelope... If you complain one more time, I swear, it won’t be the dinosaurs you have to worry about!” Daisy warns, glaring at Penelope, who responds with a frown.

“Are you threatening me, Ms. Howell?”

Daisy sighs. “Seriously? You’re still calling me by my last name? We’ve known each other for ten years,”

“Well, considering you’re practically my arch nemesis in this job, yeah,” Penelope nods.

“Arch nemesis? I think you’re taking it a bit too far now,” Daisy scoffs in response, shaking her head.

“Ask anyone who knows us. They’ll tell you the same thing."

“Oh, whatever. Just be quiet. We’re trying to hide from dinosaurs. Specifically, a t-rex,” Daisy seethes. “Unless you want your head chewed off, then by all means, keep talking.”

“You’re in a mood today,” Penelope mutters.

“Well, you’re not the only one suddenly wishing they had stayed home!” Daisy cries.

Suddenly, the ground begins to rumble. Leaves shake and nearby animals scatter as the all-too-familiar sound of loud footsteps and roaring echoes throughout the forest. Adrenaline shoots through Daisy’s body. She looks over at Penelope, who stands frozen in shock, having the exact same realisation as she.

“Fuck. Penelope, we have got to get out of here.”

Poking her head out from the bush they’ve been hiding behind, Daisy gasps when she sees a Tyrannosaurus Rex heading directly towards them.

“Now! Let’s go!”

“Go where?” Penelope shrieks with panic when Daisy grabs a hold of her wrist tightly.

“Look, Penelope, I don’t know! We’ll figure it out along the way!” the brunette exclaims, yanking the frightened woman in the opposite direction of the T-Rex. Frankly, she has absolutely no idea how they’re going to get away from this terrifying situation, but one thing she’s certain of is she’s not giving up without a fight. She’s too young to die, and she still has so many hopes and dreams she wants to conquer.

All Daisy wanted was a nice trip to Isla Nublar, with a group of co-workers, Penelope being included, and check out Jurassic World that was meant to be opening next year. They were here for an advisory trip. Nothing more, and nothing less. And yet somehow dinosaurs escaped from containment, and now Daisy is running for her life with someone she considers to be an enemy.

She and Penelope Lester have never gotten along - always one-upping each other whenever they got the chance to, calling each other silly and childish names whenever they were near one another. And now, somehow, Daisy finds herself running for her life from a posse of escaped dinosaurs with no one else but Penelope fucking Lester; her number one competition, little miss goody two-shoes, the face of an absolute angel…wait a minute- what?

Daisy quickly shakes her head, pushing those thoughts away. Now isn’t the time for that.

“We’ve been trying to get back to the park for like thirty minutes!” Penelope whines.

“I know that, genius, but we have to keep trying, alright?” Daisy groans in response. “I mean, we can’t be the only ones out here in the middle of the jungle running for our bloody lives!”

“Well no, of course not. The other girls must be out here somewhere as well. Honestly, whoever thought that it was a good idea to have our group split up is an idiot.”

Daisy snorts. “I’m telling Louise you called her an idiot.”

“Howell!” Penelope shouts, glaring back at her enemy. As she does so, her eyes widen as they land on something much, much worse than Daisy Howell; a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Chasing after the two women. She screams, and starts running even faster.

Daisy is unable to stop herself from bursting into laughter at Penelope’s reaction. “What the hell, Lester? Did you forget we were being chased by a bloody dinosaur?”

“No, shut up! I just haven't looked at her yet!” Penelope cries.

“Keep running!”

After a few minutes of constant sprinting, Daisy and Penelope find themselves standing on the edge of a waterfall. The T-Rex is right behind them. They can both hear the rumbling of the ground.

“Now what the hell are we supposed to do here?” Penelope asks with panic, glancing back.

“Obviously we’re supposed to jump if we want to outrun the dinosaur,” Daisy replies, trying to catch her breath from all the exercise. She looks over and rolls her eyes when she sees Penelope’s eyes widen for the second time. “Oh, come on. Don’t give me that look. It’s the only way. The T-Rex isn’t going to jump into the water after us! I’m pretty sure they don’t even swim.”

“And, how exactly do you know that?” Penelope asks, frowning.

Daisy sighs with annoyance, and then harshly grabs Penelope’s arm, shoving her forward.

Penelope lets out a scream as she falls into the huge mass of water. Daisy looks back and squeaks when she sees the T-Rex quickly catching up with them. She doesn’t need another second to think before jumping in after Penelope, who’s already swimming out of the pool and back onto dry land.

Daisy pops back out of the water, gasping for air and looking around with panic before making her way over towards Penelope, gripping onto the grass as she hauls herself up from the mini-lake. “I’m never saying yes to one of Louise’s trips again,”

“At least not to Isla Nublar,” Penelope mutters, groaning and flopping onto her back.

“Hey, don’t get too comfortable,” Daisy says as she pushes herself onto the land, looking over at Penelope. “We’re not safe yet. There’s still other dinosaurs out there we have to be careful of.”

Penelope rolls her eyes in frustration. “I honestly hate you so much,”

The brunette doesn’t reply, only feeling a pang of sadness as she pushes herself back onto her feet.

Penelope looks at Daisy and gasps when she sees a bloody wound near her ankle.

“Hey, your leg!” she quickly pushes herself up to crawl over to Daisy, who glances down and frowns when she sees that her leg is in fact injured, only she didn’t feel the pain until Penelope pointed it out.

“Oh,” she mumbles, bending down to touch the gash. “I must have hit my leg on something jumping into the water. I’m sure it’ll be fine. There’s nothing we can do about it at the moment, can we?”

Penelope looks up at Daisy and frowns. “Will you be able to run with an injured leg?”

“I’ll be fine,” Daisy snaps, glaring at Penelope, startling the older woman with the harsh tone in her voice. “Besides, why do you care? I’m sure seeing me suffer will bring you joy,” she scoffs angrily before taking a step forward and wincing when pain shoots through her leg.

Penelope watches with concern as Daisy starts limping away, before jumping up and following her.

“You’re honestly the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met in my life,” Penelope grumbles.

“Anything else you wanna get off your chest while you’re at it?” comes Daisy’s angry reply.

“Erm, maybe now isn’t the time for this. We’re running away from bloody dinosaurs and are supposed to be figuring out how to get back to the island.” She pauses. “Do you think the group will leave without us?”

“They better not, or I’ll sue every single one of them once we get off the island.”

Penelope lets out a sigh. “Daisy, I just don’t understand why you like... totally hate my guts,” she says, catching her co-worker off guard. “I mean, I don’t remember doing anything super horrible to you.” They’ve never had a conversation about why their relationship is so tense, or how they actually became enemies in the first place. It's never something Daisy wanted to discuss with the older woman.

Daisy hesitates as she thinks about what she’s going to say.

Is she really about to confess her love to someone who’s supposed to be her arch nemesis? She never planned for any of this to happen. She never planned on telling Penelope even after ten whole years of knowing this woman and secretly being in love with her, because they were supposed to hate each other, not fall in love.

“Look,” Daisy begins, stopping to glance over at Penelope and forgetting that they were currently running for their lives. “I never… I never actually hated you, okay?”

“Really?’ Penelope asks, raising her eyebrows. “Because it sure seemed like you did.”

“Well, because I thought that you hated me, and that… hurt me. I never hated you, not from the start. Actually, in fact, it started when we first met. I- I tried to be your friend, but you gave me the cold shoulder. I thought you hated me, and that hurt me, because I…” she mumbles, shaking her head in disbelief. “Fuck. I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but-”

“Daisy? You’re starting to worry me...” Penelope frowns.

“Penelope, ugh, shut up, okay? I’m trying to tell you that I- I l- love you. Is that what you wanted to hear?” she cries, taking a deep breath. “I love you, and... I’ve practically been in love with you ever since the very first time we worked together on a project, but you obviously never felt the same way that I felt. You always had to be better than me at everything we did!”

Penelope’s eyes widen with shock at Daisy’s confession. “I-” She begins, stunned.

Daisy yelps when the two suddenly hear a distant roaring, alerting them that a dinosaur is nearby. “Fuck!”

“We have to go!” Penelope cries, grabbing Daisy’s hand and leading the way.

“Penelope, my leg!” Daisy is trying her best to keep up, but the pain is starting to become too much for her to handle, and they’re nowhere near close to being safe.

Penelope stops running and looks at Daisy. “Are you heavy?”

“Excuse me?” Daisy snaps, finding the question slightly offensive.

Penelope rolls her eyes. “That sounded rude. I’m sorry. I mean, do you think I’d be able to lift you?”

“Oh, uh… I don’t know. I don’t think I’m that heavy. I work out a lot?”

“Of course you do,” Penelope mumbles, shaking her head. “I have no other choice, so-”

Daisy yelps as she’s suddenly being lifted off her feet, and being carried in the arms of Penelope. She had no idea that her co-worker was so strong! If Penelope Lester can actually manage this without getting either of them killed, then Daisy will be incredibly impressed - not to mention grateful for saving her life.

“What can I say? You’re not the only one who works out,” Penelope replies with a grin, earning a laugh from Daisy. “As much as I’d like to continue this little conversation, there’s a dinosaur chasing us…”

Penelope somehow manages to carry Daisy as she finds her way out of the jungle, eventually coming across an abandoned old building with two broken down Jeeps inside of it. “Oh, yes! Perfect! This is exactly what we needed to get out of here!” Penelope exclaims when she spots the cars.

“Perfect? What are you going on about? They’re broken. They’re useless!”

Penelope rolls her eyes and leads Daisy over to one of the Jeeps, opening the door with a free hand and carefully helping Daisy to sit down in the passenger seat.

“Good. Okay, sit there while I work on getting this thing up and running again,” she orders while walking around to the front of the car, ignoring the annoyed look Daisy is giving her.

“Honestly, do you even know how to get one of these started? This thing is probably ancient.”

“I fixed cars with one of my old friends as a summer job. So, yes, I should be able to get it started. If not, then I’m afraid I’ve failed my friend, and that simply cannot happen,” Penelope replies with sass as she pops open the hood of the car, looking around at what she has to work with. “Okay. We’ve got minimal time left here. Please let this work so we can get the hell out of here.”

Just like that, Penelope actually manages to get the vehicle running again after about fifteen minutes of cursing and frustration, surprising Daisy once again with her hidden skill. But Penelope certainly wasn’t going to give up when they were so close to the island, and Daisy still needed help with her injury.

Daisy glances back and peaks through the window of the jeep as Penelope celebrates fixing the car. Suddenly, she notices the shape of a T-Rex on the edge of the jungle, and lets out a gasp.

“Penelope! We’ve got a problem!”

“Wha-?” She looks up and gasps when her eyes land on the T-Rex. “Shit!”

“Come on! We’ve got to go!” Daisy yells, flailing her arms in panic.

Penelope slams the hood of the car shut and runs over to the driver's seat, jumping into the car and fumbling around with the wheel, trying to get the car started as fast as possible. “We’re almost there. Fuck! I’m not gonna lose this for us,” she says, feeling confident for the first time since being stranded and being chased in the jungle by a bloody dinosaur. After starting the car she looks over at Daisy to make sure that she’s alright, but frowns when she sees how the other woman is staring at her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Penelope questions curiously.

“No reason. You just... look really hot right now,” Daisy admits, smirking slightly.

Penelope blushes instantly, never thinking Daisy Howell would ever call her hot, but here she is. “Fuck. Now’s not the time for that, Daisy,” then backs the car out of the building. As soon as they’re outside, the T-Rex has nearly caught up to them, which they both realize simultaneously with a scream as Penelope speeds off towards the island, which is thankfully now in view, and Penelope is suddenly grateful for the summer she spent fixing cars, otherwise they’d still be stuck in the jungle.

“Thank God the park isn’t officially opened. Otherwise, everyone would be dead!”

“Something tells me that the park is never going to open after today’s events,” Daisy mutters. “Now speed!”

“So demanding,” Penelope teases, before she puts pedal to the metal and floors it.

Finally.

Finally the girls make it back to the island. They find their group. Not everyone is there. Some of the girls haven’t returned from their duties yet, which worries the group as there’s still four girls missing.

“Don’t worry. We’re not leaving the island until we find the others,” Louise tries to reassure Daisy. “Now, what the hell happened to your leg, and… why are you both wet?”

“We had to jump into a waterfall to get away from the T-Rex,” Penelope explains, before frowning slightly. “Wow. That’s a sentence I neer thought I’d say. Anyways, she was still following us when we were coming back to the island. I hope there’s someone to take care of that when she finally reaches us.”

“Don’t worry, it’s being sorted. We’re safe,” Louise replies. “Come on. You need medical attention.”

Louise starts to help Daisy, but Penelope suddenly rushes to take her place, surprising them both.

“Wait! Let me,” she interjects, carefully wrapping her arms around Daisy’s waist, helping her stand up. She looks up at Louise and smiles innocently. “Lead the way?” She holds onto Daisy protectively, and Daisy instantly melts into the hold, grabbing onto Penelope for balance.

Louise looks at them back and forth. “What happened while you were in that jungle?”

Daisy blushes and looks up at Penelope. “A lot can happen while you’re running for your life,” she says, maintaining eye-contact with the woman next to her. “By the way, you smell awful.” She laughs when Penelope lightly punches her on the shoulder.

“Come on you two. You need medical attention, immediately,” Louise pushes again. “Weirdos.”

“I do feel a bit lightheaded,” Daisy mumbles, groaning in pain as Penelope starts walking towards a medical tent set up for the girls who were also injured.

As Daisy is being looked after by a nurse, Louise and Penelope stand aside chatting together.

“So, have you two finally kissed and made up with each other or what?” Louise asks.

Penelope rolls her eyes as she looks over at Louise. “Kind of. Turns out Daisy is in love with me.”

“Well, yeah… even a monkey could have told you that,” Louise snorts.

“What?” Penelope asks, frowning. “Has everyone known about this except for me?”

“Yup. Kinda sad that it took you ten years to realize this, but… I guess life always, uh, finds a way, right?”

“Yeah. I guess so,” Penelope replies with a soft sigh. She shakes her head before walking over to Daisy, who the nurse has left alone for a second to grab more medical supplies to help with Daisy’s injury. “Hey, by the way... I don’t know if I made this clear or not, but I don’t hate you either.”

Daisy blinks a few times as she looks up at Penelope with shock. “Wh- What?”

“Do you wanna go on a date when we get home?” Penelope bursts out, glaring when she hears Louise laughing at her. “Oh, shove off, Louise! Mind your own business!” She looks back over at Daisy. “Look, I’m not really good at this whole dating thing. My longest relationship lasted two months...”

“That’s okay,” Daisy giggles. “Neither am I. I would love to go on a date with you when we get home. But, it better be more than just a boring old movie. I’m an adventurous kind of girl, y’know?”

Penelope lets out a sigh of relief when Daisy speaks those words, “yeah, I can tell,” and then she quickly leans down and presses her lips against Daisy’s, bringing the younger woman into a sweet and soft kiss. When she pulls away, the girls from their group are cheering loudly for the two. Everyone has known about the Howell vs. Lester feud for years, Penelope imagines everyone is relieved that they’ll no longer have to put up with the constant fighting from the two. Penelope coughs, blushing. “What a day, huh?”

Daisy laughs. “Yeah… I guess you could say that,”

“Now, hold on a minute. You’re telling me that it took a bloody dinosaur chasing you through the jungle and running for your lives to get you two together?” Zoe asks, who’s also being looked over by a nurse, speaks up, throwing her arms up, Daisy and Penelope both bursting into laughter. “Honestly.”

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under-the-blue-sun · 5 years

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vanilla softserve sort of day

summary: dan doesn't want to go outside today, but when his best friend and crush phil lester turns up at his doorstep...well, he had to change his plans a little.

word count: 4117

rating: teen & up for swearing, but it’s mostly just fluff

warnings: profanity

note: first(ish) phanfic so uh hello phanfic community nice to meet you i guess. this is a little rushed and crappy but im putting this out there anyway so let’s just see how that goes. inspired by liana flores’ softserve - please check her out, the link is here and she is amazing and so underrated i love her so much.

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dear diary laptop thingy,

today began as a perfectly sunny day. and when i mean perfect, i mean absolutely perfect. i wasn't dying and sweating because of the heat, but it wasnt cold enough so i would shiver to death. the perfect weather to go outside, run around in a park and walk my dog. so obviously i stayed inside, sleeping till eleven am. that is, until i was woken up by the doorbell. i leapt out of bed and ran to the door in my pajamas. i know that that's bad, but in my defense i thought that my brother had left something at home and he was coming back to get it. it was holidays for me, but my brother's last day of school was today and my mother had to go to work. and as far as i was aware, my mum had not ordered anything online since she swore off it so i couldn't see how it could be anyone either than my brother and my mother, for who would want to see me?

yet, i opened the door and saw the one and only phil lester.

now i know you do not want to read through another in-depth description of phil lester. i was just rereading my other few entries and uh, i wrote a lot of things about his appearance and personality. but he did truly looked stunning, just standing there at my front door. somehow, he had looked even better since he got the very fashionable quiff and since he started to embrace his glasses. he was wearing a blue shirt and jeans, which accentuated his beautiful blue-green-yellow eyes and he had his dog, buffy, on a lead. she tried to run forward to greet me, almost choking herself, but phil held her back. and then he fucking smiled at me, which, as normal, was fucking death, which is a bit of an issue when he smiles a lot and he's your best mate, but i swear to fucking god, his smile could light up the entire world.

"hi." he said, still fucking smiling.

"i didnt expect you." i noted, like a reasonable human.

"yas, you didnt. nice pajamas." he said.

of course. of all the days, i just had to be wearing my wonder woman pajamas. i fucking hate this world.

"yeah, they are pretty nice. what are you doing here?" i asked, pretending i wasn't embarrassed.

he fiddled with his fingers, acting adorably flustered. god, i fucking love him. "well...you said you were home alone this week and that you were going to be really bored. so i thought i could, you know, turn up as a surprise." he said. i blinked.

"i dont...have anything planned." i said. he laughed, his stupid tongue sticking out of his beautiful teeth. god, please murder me.

"i know you dont, you spork. it is sunny out today, so i was wondering whether you wanted to go on a train with me to the beach?" he said.

i didnt respond for a few seconds so i could process this information. he is so fucking cute?? and nice?? i did not understand, so daniel.exe just shut down. but like?? still??? i said i was going to be bored on the week and that i had nothing to do, so he turned up at my front step and asked whether i wanted to spend some time with him. like who?? would do that??? honestly, he really was the best friend ever.

"it's okay if you don't want to, i was just asking, you don't have to, there's no pressure!" phil said quickly, his face turning red. it was only then that i realised i hadnt said anything for like a whole minute. oops.

"no, no, i would love to! i was just...surprised that you would think of coming here and asking whether i wanted to spend time with you." i quickly said, trying to make up for my mistake.

"you were surprised i wouldn't at least come and say hi after hearing my best friend was bored and free during the week? daniel james howell, i am truly disappointed in you." phil said, shaking his head.

so i took sookie, my dog (yas, phil and i have matching pup names) and wore my sunglasses. i wore the first clothes in my closet that were reasonably presentable (black, of course) and i went to the door. phil was on his phone playing crossy road (probably as the emo goose) and didn't notice me come out of the house.

"um...hello?" i said. he went pink, embarrassed he didn't notice me beforehand, and looked at me for a while. all i was thinking was fuck, i probably look bad.

"is there something on my face?" i asked. he went pinker and shook his head.

"no, it's nothing." he replied. "let's go!"

the train trip was as breezy as the wind today and before i knew it, we were at the beach. phil tried to chase some seagulls to talk to them like the dork he is, but i pulled him away.

"aww. but i could have been the next doctor dolittle." he complained. i rolled my eyes.

"we already discussed this. you cannot become a doctor, as you would be known as dr. phil and that title already belongs to one human and it will continue to belong to one human only." i said sternly. he pouted.

"but what if i legally changed my name? then could i become the next doctor dolittle?" he begged.

"what would you even change your name to? mo?" i asked, struggling to not smirk.

"mo? mo...lester. what? no! i dont want my name to be the word someone who sexually assaults others! i would change my name to...sylvester. then i could become sylvester lester!" he exclaimed.

"sylvester lester from manchester." i said with a grin.

"yeah! i like it!" he said. he looked so fucking happy, how could he ever want to spend time with me, who literally sucks the happiness out of everything? truly one of the world's greatest mysteries.

"it does have quite a ring to it," i admitted, "maybe you should change your name."

"then i could be doctor dolittle! well, the equivalent of him. doctor sylvester lester from manchester who goes on...questers...to communicate with other animals." he exclaimed. i shook my head.

"no phil, you ruined it. questers? really?" i said.

"i couldn't think of anything else that would rhyme!" he protested. i shook his head. sookie shook his head with me.

"see, even sookie knows what's up!" i said.

"well, buffy would never betray me, so take that!" phil retorted playfully. he then suggested we go grab some lunch, so we went to the local cafe and got some fish and chips.

it was a cute cafe. there was hardly anyone there as it was still technically a working day, which was good for us as we got an outdoor table for our dogs. sookie hungrily stared at my food, hoping for a chip or two. even though my mum hates giving sookie human food, she wasn't here to tell me not to give her any, so i gave in and allowed her to take some of my chips. while i was feeding sookie under the table, i listened to phil talk.

"did you know that a lot of fish in fish and chips is actually shark?" he said. i raised my eyebrows.

"i refuse to believe that. where did you hear it?" i asked with doubt.

"i don't know, i think someone told me on this science camp or something, i don't know." he replied, visibly attempting to recall where he heard it.

"right, okay, really reliable source there. even if it's true, i don't care. i don't care if this is raw shark, or raw octopus or some shit, it tastes good so i'm going to continue eating it." i said.

"octopus tastes different from regular fish, dan. i think you would know if you were eating raw octopus." phil pointed out.

"i don't care! i don't care! watch me! i don't care!" i exclaimed. phil laughed as he shook his head.

we finished the meal in ten seconds flat, like the ravenous, greedy brutes we were and then i paid, despite phil's protests.

"why did you pay? i should have paid! this is my treat to you!" phil exclaimed, continuing to argue even after we had left the cafe.

"yeah, and that is my thanks to you for taking me out." i said back. he huffed.

"yeah, but i wanted to treat you." he said.

"if you wanna try me, get me a ninety-nine." i said, pointing at the ice cream truck ahead. he groaned.

"but they're always so expensive. way more expensive than it should be, anyway." he whinged.

i shrugged. "i mean, if you wanna treat me -"

"yas, i'll get you a ninety-nine!" he blurted out, interrupting my sentence. "i might as well get myself one as well."

and soon, i had a vanilla softserve in my hand and an irritated phil to my right.

"why are they even called ninety-nines when they're not even ninety-nine pence?" phil asked.

"it's actually because italian people thought -" i began, but phil cut me off.

"i don't want to hear. they should be ninety-nine pence is all i'm saying." phil griped.

"if you don't want your ninety-nine, you can go ahead and give it to me," i offered.

"no, it's still mine." phil said. he stuck his tongue out at me, then took a huge lick of the ice cream.

"or is it?" i said. i leaned over and licked his ice cream.

"hey!" he cried. he leant over and licked my ice cream.

"see? now we're even steven. no need to get angry." i said. he shook his head while i manically cackled.

"race you!" phil shouted. i stopped laughing and i saw him in the distance, already running.

"wha - i -" i stuttered, before sprinting as well. by the time we just got to the end, we were both huffing and puffing, unable to breathe.

"i...beat...you." phil said, exhaling after each word. my brain protested "because you had a head start!" but my body was unable to comply, and all that came out was "head...start.". phil and i simultaneously collapsed on the floor.

after five minutes, i stood up and looked at where we had run from.

"you know, it wasn't that far, we're just grossly unfit." i observed.

"the things we sacrifice to play hours of video games." phil replied, shaking his head. "hey, how about we go on the beach?"

before i could reply, phil was on the beach, looking up at me with a grin. i shook my head.

"now sand is going to be in your socks and shoes." i pointed out. he threw his vans to the side and stripped his socks off.

"there!" he declared. "problem fixed!"

"phil!" i exclaimed. he tilted his head in confusion.

"what?" he said innocently.

"you can't just - oh, whatever," i said, giving in. i jumped down to the beach and i took off my socks and shoes.

"happy?" i asked, both eyebrows raised. he smiled, eyes crinkling with happiness.

"very." he said. he lay down on the beach, but jumped up abruptly.

"what?" i asked. he rubbed his back and dug in the sand with his fingers. he plunged his hand in and pulled out a huge conical shell.

"woah, look at this!" phil said with a huge grin.

"was that sticking up your back?" i asked. he nodded solemnly. i laughed loudly and obnoxiously as he pouted. he was so cute when he pouted. why did i have to go through this? this was straight up homophobia.

"hey, let's look for more shells!" he said.

"why?" i groaned.

"because it'll be fun?" he said, with puppy dog eyes. i groaned, but decided to humour him anyway.

"where are you going to put the shells, phil?" i asked. he pointed at his hoodie pocket.

"in here, of course!" he said.

"how many shells would you even be able to fit in there?" i asked. he shrugged.

"as many as i can. come on, let's hunt for shells!" he said, already running across the beach with buffy and sookie. i sighed and chased after him, trying not to grin after he started screaming.

and it turns out he was right. with a little help from my hoodie pocket, we managed to collect a whole lot of shells. somehow, we had managed to spend hours on the beach, rolling in the sand and grabbing shells.

"we should probably have dinner now." i said. he laughed and shook his head.

"what?" i asked innocently.

"nothing. just the people in the restaurant will probably think we're crazy, covered in sand and pockets bulging with shells." he said. i looked at him, his hair in the wind and his multicoloured eyes somehow matching perfectly with the sea. his face looked beautiful under the light of the sunset, and of course his smile was just as stunning as it was this morning at the front door. suddenly, i started laughing too, and he started laughing harder, and soon we couldn't stop until we were just two idiots with one shared brain cell, laughing our head off till we couldn't breathe.

to be honest, i don't know what was so funny. it wasn't phil's best joke, nor his cheesiest, nor his dirtiest or his most ironic. maybe it was just the absurdity of it all, that we had spent our entire day collecting shells on the beach with our dog. but at that moment, i was certain it was because of the impossible existence that was phil and how he managed to be so fucking beautiful and nice. that's why i was laughing anyway, i have no idea why phil was laughing his head off.

"yeah, let's wait for awhile before dinner. you can come to my place if you want?" i offered. he shook his head.

"nah, it's fine. i'll just go home and have dinner there." he said.

"please. have dinner with me. it'll be my treat back to you for making sure i didn't stay inside sleeping all day." i said, practically begging. i looked at him as the breeze blew against his face, and at that particular moment i was more in love with him than i ever could've imagined someone could be.

he looked back at me for a while, then relented. he smiled and shuffled closer towards me.

"sure. i'll love to have dinner with your family." he said.

we sat in comfortable silence, looking off into the horizon.

"the beach during sunset really is beautiful." i observed.

"yeah. really." he eloquently replied. i turned to him, and realised he was still looking at me.

"fuck, i can't deal with this anymore." he muttered. i frowned, quizzical. and then he interrupted my thoughts and kissed me.

my brain went completely empty of all the thoughts i was thinking before and all the logic i normally apply to situations. i stopped thinking about the maths homework i was supposed to do, and how we had to go all the way back to the other end of the beach to get our shoes and socks back if they were still there, and how the weather forecast said that it might rain later this evening. the only thing that i was thinking about was how phil, my best friend, crush, soulmate and companion through life, fucking liked me back and that he was fucking kissing me.

holy shit. even now as i'm typing this, i still can't believe it. this kind of thing only happened in cliche rom-com tv shows and movies. but yet it was still happening. Philip Michael Lester, the attractive, polite, intelligent, thoughtful, kind human being, was kissing Daniel James Howell, the impolite, sarcastic, idiotic, emo, ironic demon. just...fuck. fuck fuck fuck.

"i really like you dan." phil said quietly, avoiding my eyes. i took his hand and placed it in mind.

"i really like you too." i said, smiling. he looked up at me and smiled. we sat, hand-in-hand, and watched the sunset in silence.

"let's go home." i said.

"let's go home." he repeated.

so we walked to the other end of the beach, our bare feet making temporary footprints across the barren sand.

we collected our shoes and socks (which phil forgot about before i reminded him) and then we went on the train, but we were too exhausted to talk. emotionally tired or physically tired, i don't know. but we sat on the train hand in hand, trying not to drift to sleep. unfortunately, i epically failed at that because soon i woke up to phil nudging me at our stop. after a five minute walk from the train station we arrived at my house. i knocked at my door, and waited for an answer. i heard footsteps, and soon adrian answered the door.

"dan, i'm proud of you. i was surprised you even went out of the house, but i had faith that you would. mum thought you were kidnapped, but obviously you're okay. oh, hi phil! we weren't expecting you." adrian said. oops. i kind of forgot to tell mum that phil was coming. i'm sure it was fine.

"hi adrian! can you ask your mum whether it's okay for me to have dinner with you? tell her it's fine if i can't, i wouldn't want to butt into your family dinner." phil said. ugh, what a gentlemen. how the fuck did he like me? if i was him i wouldn't like me. what was this sorcery???¿?¿¿¿

adrian nodded and ran back to the kitchen. he shouted back to us saying it was okay, and we went in.

the dinner went smoothly. as i predicted, phil made adrian laugh with his cheesy jokes and he was incredibly polite to my mum. i had told my mum while phil went to the bathroom that we were dating now, and i could tell that the only thing that went through her head was "ideal son-in-law". which was good i guess, if also somewhat embarrassing.

as soon as we started the dessert course, it started raining outside.

"you boys just missed the rain, didn't you?" my mum said, looking out the window.

"good luck, i guess." i replied, focusing on my apple pie.

"or maybe the universe meant it to be like that." phil said. i looked up at him.

"probably luck." adrian decided, interrupting our moment.

despite my mum's protests, phil soon started to get ready to go, hoodie pocket still bulging with shells. i had put my shells in my room the minute we came back in, but poor phil had to carry them all throughout dinner.

"i'll count them when we get home and we can see how many shells we collected together." phil promised.

"or we could have a competition to see who has the most shells." i proposed.

"i gave some of mine to you, so that's not fair." phil said. i clicked my tongue.

"excuses, excuses." i said, shaking my head.

"are you sure you don't want to stay here for the night?" my mum said, concerned.

"it's fine, ma'am. i need to go home and do some things i was supposed to do this afternoon, but i was held up." he said, looking at me.

"you invited me!" i protested.

"i know, i wasn't blaming you. but it's fine ma'am, i want to go home." phil said. mum sighed.

"at least make me give you a lift." she said.

"it's -"

"phil lester, it is raining outside. i do not want your mother calling me saying i let you to walk out in the rain, allowing you to catch a cold! i know your address, let me drive you there. dan, adrian, do you want to come?" my mum said. adrian shook his head.

"sure." i said.

"good, let's go. adrian, don't do anything or you're grounded." mum said. ah, what a legend.

the second we got in the car, holding hands in the backseat, my mum showered us with congratulations. she revealed she had been shipping us since grade three, which made me confused and worried, and she said that she always knew i liked phil.

"mum!" i said while phil laughed.

"what? it was as obvious as day. even before you told us you were gay, i knew that you thought phil as something either than platonic. and don't laugh too hard mr lester, i always knew you liked him too. i'm just amazed it took this long for you to get together to be honest." mum said.

"well, we're both oblivious and nerdy, so that might be why." phil said. mum chuckled.

"yas, that is true. that's very true." mum said. we then chatted about music and literature, and before we knew it we were at phil's place. it had somehow stopped raining on the drive, but i was still wet so mum told us to be careful.

"thank you for taking me ma'am." phil said honestly.

"that's okay phil. it's been nice seeing you again. you're welcome at our house at any time. i'll let you two say goodbye." mum said.

phil got out of the car, making sure he didn't drop any shells from his pocket.

"make sure to count those shells," i said while getting out of the car.

"i will." he said with a smile. god, those smiles still killed me. i kind of hoped that i would become immune to them after finding out he liked me, but i was also kind of grateful that i was still susceptible to the magic of phil's smile. still, it was irritating that i melted any time he felt moderately happy. it wasn't fair, it really wasn't fair.

"you wanna go to the movies tomorrow? i heard there's some good films in the cinema." i said.

"sure. my treat." he said.

"nope, you're not paying for it. i refuse to let you. you can pay for something else, but i will pay for the tickets." i said. he opened his mouth to argue, but closed it immediately after.

"we'll argue about this tomorrow. i'll go -" he started, but i interrupted.

"i'll be at your place. at eleven thirty sharp." i said. he raised his eyebrows.

"would you really?" he said.

"i will. you'll be sorry you ever doubted me." i replied.

"have you done mr folium's homework yet?" he asked.

"nope. i'll probably just google the answers." i said.

"you're going to regret doing that." he said.

"i know. but for now i'm just focusing on the present and not worrying about the future." i said.

"that's a good quote for our relationship, not so good for maths homework. but fine, you do you. i'll probably just google the answers as well." he said. i laughed.

"you're such a hypocrite." i said, shaking my head. he smirked.

"i know. it's one of the things you love about me, isn't it?" he said. i raised my eyebrows.

"your words, not mine." i said. we stood in silence, both unsure of what to say.

"i should probably get going." i said, breaking the silence.

"yeah, same." he agreed. and there it was, that perfect silence yet again.

"i really like you." i began, but not sure of what else to say.

"yeah, same." he said.

and then we kissed again. it sounds so casual, doesn't it? but it wasn't, it really wasn't. my heartbeat sped up and slowed down to match his, my palms started sweating with nerves and excitement, and my lips curled as it struggled to fathom what was happening. i wonder if every kiss with him would be like this. i wonder if i would ever stop loving him just as much. there's still so much i was unsure about, but for now i'll focus on the present and i'll let the future come when it comes. who knows how much - or how little - the world has in store for the two of us? let's face it, i'm just a seventeen year old boy really in love with another boy in my class who somehow liked me back. but couldn't be seventeen? that's all i wanted to be. and there was nowhere to go if didn't start the journey, and right now we were only just beginning.

today was a vanilla softserve sort of day, and i love vanilla softserves. signing off,

daniel howell

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matt-skc-rp · 4 years

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*Makeup* “It’s Too Cold For This”|| Youniversity Advent Day 27

Matt watched Arin walk into the room and then felt a nudge from Ray by his side. “Bet you my term paper that he’s coming from the nurse’s office” he chided, watching the boy with a gross bruise on his neck and a black eye.

“Mr. Hanson, glad you could join us,” the teacher said, turning around, “Oh my go-”

“I’m coming from the nurse,” Arin quickly blurted, taking his hair out of the ponytail and letting it flop to his face and blush.

“You could be coming off of the street and I wouldn’t care. You’re late again and you know that means you have detention.”

“Yea...” he said, but heard a giggle coming from the front, her legs swinging freely.

“Something funny about me reprimanding your colleague, Ms. Howson?” the teacher asked.

“Fuck..what grade do you want?” Matt sucked his teeth lightly, sighing.

“Uhh..passing is fine,” Ray said with a chuckle, biting his lip, “Check out your girlfriend.”

“Ray! Shush...she’s not my girlfriend..” Matt jumped up, but trained his eye towards the girl sitting in her uniform skirt and the short sleeve thin collared shirt with a sweater vest and long coloured balayage hair. She was adorable while she read her book, but she looked uncomfortable, restless. He wondered what the problem was.

“Earth to Matt....Helloooo..”

“Matthew,” the teacher barked, which caused him to jump with pure surprise, “It’s impolite to stare. And even more impolite you’re making Ray disrupt my class because you’re gawking at a girl.”

The class erupts into laughter, causing Matt to roll his eyes.

“Sorry,” he spoke less confidently and leaned back slightly.

“Can we all act like adults and show up for class on time and keep our eyes in respectable places during school hours?..Thank you!” he turns around and continues on his lecture.

“Thanks Ray,” Matt says.

“I was tryna warn you.”

In the boy’s locker room, they changed into their gym uniforms and bantered on.

“Yo what’s with you staring at the new chick?” Mark asked, spraying on deodorant.

“Her thighs are thicc, I’ve stared at those hams once or twice,” Felix jumped in, closing his locker, “Her and Suzy got some of the thickest thighs in this whole school!”

“Hey man, don’t talk about Suzy like that!” Arin interjected, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears.

“Did yall see what she was reading?” Matt finally chimed in, “She was reading Hemmingway. Before that she was reading cummings. She reads a different book every day. And she hums songs that I know..”

“Wow..you noticed all of those things?” Ray asked, looking at him, “Hopefully you’re as observant when you write my paper this weekend.”

“Your history paper?” Sean asked, “Why does he have to write it?”

“Well why does Arin have a black eye and a noticeable bruise?” Ray asked.

Jeremy gave Arin a look and nudged him, showing that he was quite curious himself.

“You get into a fight?” Mark asked, closing his locker.

“Your parents gave you a shakedown?” Danny asked, handing Thomas his gym shirt.

“No..” Arin answered more annoyed but still very passive.

“Why did Shawna think your injuries were so funny?” Shane asked, “Was she there?”

“Y-Yeah..Hey Felix, I mean it, don’t talk about Suzy like that,” Arin said and repeated himself since he had the floor.

“Uhm..I’m sorry, didn’t she dump you?..Coulda swore you fucked that up!” Felix responded energetically, “And if you must know I mentioned it as a compliment, I wasn’t disrespecting her or objectifying her body.”

“Oh yeah? What makes you think she wants to hear that?” he bit back, rage growing in his chest, slamming his locker.

“What makes you think you need to know?” Felix asked, walking up to him, looking down at the boy, “I’ll give you another black eye for breaking her fucking heart.”

“Alright, a fight,” Dan beamed quietly straightening his posture.

Phil, Thomas and Charlie all stood up, approaching the two and pulling them apart, letting them know that it wasn’t worth it. Since Arin was done, they walked him out of the locker room.

“What’s going on here?” PJ asked, walking in the opposite direction, looking to Phil and Thomas, “Who did he fight?”

“He almost got into it with Felix,” Phil said quickly, “Now go, you’re late.”

“Nah, nah, hang on a sec...Where did all of that come from then?” he asked, approaching the heated boy and holdng his face up by his chin. Arin was still fuming and barely cared that the boy he had a huge crush on was touching him.

“Shawna... can I go now?” Arin said quickly.

“Yeah, we can talk about this later, we got like 5 minutes to whistle and I don’t feel like running laps..” Thomas said.

“Shawna? As in my Shawna, Shawna? What did you do?” he asked, taken aback, “What happened?”

“She’s not your Shawna. And she’s fine. I asked for this..”

“I’m not sure you get to make that call,” PJ staring Arin in his eyes and pausing to look him up and down, then walking away, wagging a finger at him while walking back toward the locker room.

“Alright you guys, the gym is getting repainted so we had to open the windows and turn the big fans on. It’s a little chilly, but it’ll be great for the workout today!”

“It’s too cold for this..” Gabbie whined amongst Kristen and Shawna.

“It’s not that cold to me..You should start doing hikes with me on the weekends,” Shawna said, hands on her hips.

“Yeah, sure, Ms. Canada no thanks I hate the cold!” Gabbie said back, “I’ll join you in like late spring or early summer.”

“Arin and I usually join her, but I couldn’t make it yesterday..Did something happen? Why does he look like he got his ass beat?” Kristen asked excitedly.

“Uhh..” Shawna began before hearing the whistle and watching the boys all sprint onto the floor.

“Alright, since everyone needs to get moving and warm a little. How about everyone a nice light 5-minute jog?” he blew the whistle.

Everyone got into the group and started to jog together.

“Hey Shawna!” Tessa exclaimed, catching up to her friend, “Did you see what happened to Arin?”

“Yeah, I did it,” Shawna said quieter, simply looking forward.

“Oh my god! You did that?!” Kristen asked, whipping her head towards her, “What did he do to deserve it?”

“I-I..Can we just jog please?” Shawna said a little exasperated, “He told me I can’t say.”

“We wouldn’t tell anyone! We promise!” Tessa reassured her.

“You’re talking too loud,” Megan jumped in from the back.

“Even if she did, the boys can hear you from here..We can hear from here!” Liz added.

“Shut the fuck up,” Tessa snapped back before a whistle rang out and everybody stopped immediately, the group of girls giving exasperated sighs and a wave of sucking teeth.

“Why are we so chatty today?” the teacher asked, the room fell silent, “I heard someone curse, and you know that means I gotta make yall do health packets.” The class groaned and sucked their teeth, “Ah, Ah! Go change back and get in here while I grab the packets. Get seated on the bleachers and if I catch you doing other work, not only are you gonna sit, you’re getting detention.”

The girls were changing in the locker room and decided to pick up where they left off:

“Why would you-” Tessa began before Shawna cut her off.

“I never said why. He’s a little shit and someone needs to put him in check, so I did,” she replied.

“I say kudos, and I’m sure he deserved it,” Kristen said, watching her classmates redress, “PJ makes Arin out to be such a big softie.”

“He is a softie, for the most part, Matt said that too,” Gabbie chimed in while she pulled her ponytail out.

“I think the rugged hurt puppy look gives him an edge,” Shawna slid into the bustle of the girls talking.

“And you’re like..dating Arin, right?” Megan asked.

“Noo! He’s clearly dating PJ!” Kristen jumped up, yelling over them as they got up to leave.

“Says the girl who wishes she could date PJ,” Gabbie chided to Kristen, who accidentally let red glare at her friend even though blue laughed it off. It wasn’t like she cared what they thought and she wasn’t even mad that they had found out that she liked the lanky Brit, it was the reminder that plagued her that everybody knew she felt like a fool about it. She looked over at Shawna, who had been trying to walk as though she was deaf to the girls. It dawned on her that the girl might feel the same way about Arin, except she just wasn’t sure what transpires when they’re alone; and the girl felt a pang of longing.

The boys’ locker room was heavy. They didn’t think they would get the chance to see what happened.

“Arin,” PJ said, turning around and closing his locker, rolling up his jacket sleeves.

The boy turned around as he fixed his tie to face him, not realising how close he had gotten. He could feel the heat of his torso and his heart began to pound. His body was confused with the stress he felt as his vision blurred a little and mind felt eclipsed in darkness. “What do you want?” he bit at the boy.

“I wanna know why you said that,” he responded brushing off the intensity.

“I didn’t say anything, Peej,” he said, sounding like he was moments away from losing his patience.

“You said that she isn’t mine, and I’m..just curious,” he backed off in tone, “You sounded like it came from somewhere that you’re familiar with. I know you two have been getting close, and from what I’ve heard, you look like that because of her.”

“Did she say anything to you about it?” Arin asked raising an eyebrow.

“Spit it out, you cocky fuck!” Felix spat out.

“No one is talking to you Felix, I got this babe,” PJ tried to soothe the enraged Swede.

“No, we’ve got beef from earlier, and if he’s the guy I think he is, I’d keep Shawna away from him,” Felix interjected, “Suzy told me how he gets a fucking kick outta fucking up girls.”

“That’s a fucking lie,” Arin scoffed, “You’re just mad I’ve got Daddy’s attention right now so stop whining like a selfish slut!”

Arin hadn’t even realised he said that, and there was no way he could have known. It was a bad day for Felix and everything was going wrong so that’s just what he needed to hear to tip him off. He jumped up and slammed Arin into the lockers. Instinctively, Arin’s hands shot up to grab his arms to keep him from choking, resulting in repeated slams. The locks and handles stabbing him in the back and the repeated clang was where Arin had found his mind. The blurs got worse and the sound muffling while PJ, Matt, and Phil get a hold of Felix, which he had stronger hands than he had let on.

#youniversityadvent

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septic84 · 4 years

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The boy at the Creek

A03

“You can run, but you can’t hide,” Phil was escaping his tormentors, it seemed like this was a daily occurrence. Buck and Dillon had been his bullies for years, but this year they started to chase after him. He ran back behind the school and down a path that led into the woods. Phil was uneasy about this path; however, he knew it would be the easiest way to lose them.

“We’re going to find you, freak,” as he ran, Phil’s eyes scanned for places that he would be able to hide and wait them out. Stick and plants crushed beneath his feet as he could feel his heart thudding against his rib cage. As he went off the beaten path, he found a hollowed-out fallen tree, it was damp and mossy, but it would have to do. Phil forced himself into the log and waited.

“Come out, come out wherever you are,” taunted Dillon.

“Down the path, I bet we will find him there,” Phil listened as their footsteps started to fade into silence. He took a deep breath and extracted himself from the log, patting it as he exited as if to thank it. He heard a creek nearby, looking down at the dirt covering his hands he decided to follow the noise to wash them. As Phil was walking instead of running, it provided him the opportunity to observe nature. The sun was shining through the leaves, birds were chirping, and the creek gave a gentle sound in the background the enhanced the feeling of calm.

When the trees broke and the shrubbery cleared to the shore, Phil jumped, startled by someone sitting near the water. Their back was turned to him, all that was visible and a mop of brown hair and a black tee-shirt. Moving purposefully, Phil did his best not to be detected as he tried to get a better look at the person. As he went back through the woods, he was able to see the person was a boy, about his age, his eyes were focused down, and as Phil followed his gaze, it landed on his hands. His hands, however, were moving in a wide swirling motion and just beneath them, was a small pile of stones, swirling upward near his fingers. Phil gasped and quickly ducked as the boy’s head snapped in his direction. Phil stayed still for what seemed like hours, then slowly turned his head back to the boy, but he was gone. Phil wasn’t sure how the boy could have left without Phil hearing him. He stood up, shrugged, and made his way down the creek to wash up. He wasn’t sure who or what he had seen, but he did know that he had to get home.

“Is that you love?”

“Yeah, mom.”

“Mercy, Phillip, how did you get so dirty?”

“Ah, I fell.”

“You fell?” She cocked her eyebrow suspiciously.

“Yeah,”

“Hm,” She crossed her arms. “Fine, don’t get all the mud and grass on the carpeting.” Shaking her head, she walked back to the kitchen.

Blowing out a breath of relief, Phil left his dirty shoes and shirt by the door, walking up the stairs to shower. Who was that boy? He must have had extraordinary powers to move those rocks and to disappear. Phil idly wondered if this boy was dangerous, but it didn’t matter. Phil doubted he would see the boy again anyway.

“Philp Lester, you get down here and clean up this mess you have left behind,”

“Coming, mom.” Phil sighed.

“Oh, lookie there, Buck, the freak has the nerve to show his face back here.”

“It’s school, Dillion, I am required to be the here,” Phil sidestepped past them, but missed the foot that jutted out, causing him to fall.

“First day on your new legs, asshole?” Buck scoffed, kicking him and walking by. Phil laid there while they walked into the school. As he moved, pain engulphed his stomach, moaning he stood up slowly, brushing off his clothes. As he walked into the building, Phil thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye, but he didn’t have time to investigate, he was already late.

Phil was not chased after school today, but his curiosity about the boy he saw the day prior drew him back to the creek. Slowly he made his way to the water, careful not to alert anyone to his presence. The boy was there once again, this is time with his legs stretched out and crossed, leaning back on his hands with his head tilted up and his eyes closed. He looked relaxed; Phil couldn’t recall a time when he had been as comfortable as this boy looked. A smile crossed his lips. Phil wondered what thought had caused his dimple to make an appeared. He felt his cheeks heat up, realizing how carefully he was observing him. The boy slowly opened his eyes, looking towards the water; the creek started to babble, and suddenly, a funnel formed, dancing back and forth between the shores. The boy was confident, and if you asked Phil, it looked like he was messing around.

Phil had watched in awe for several minutes before a rumbling echoed off of the water; it was going to storm. Reluctantly Phil pulled his eyes away from the funnel and made his way back home. As lightning slashed through the sky, Phil couldn’t help but wonder if the boy was making his way home as well. He didn’t know, but he had hoped he was safe.

“Phil, dinner,”

Phil sat down at the table, smiling at his mother. “You’ve been coming home later, what are you doing?”

“Walking,” He answered quickly, “It helps me sleep.” It wasn’t a lie; he was doing a lot more walking lately.

“Well, that’s good, though I was hoping that perhaps you had made a friend,”

“Mom,”

She held up her hands, “I know, I know.” Phil had always had a hard time making and then keeping friends. It was something that would make him sad had he thought about it, so he chose not to. He was okay being alone; at least that way, he was never embarrassed for saying the wrong thing. “Don’t take it personally, love; it’s just a nosy mother.”

“It’s fine, may I be excused?”

“You may,” Placing his dishes in the sink, and he looked out the window at the rain. It was beading down and rolling off the glass. He once again hoped that the boy by the creek was warm, dry, and happy.

It was Friday, and classes had just ended. The last two days, Phil had watched the boy as he sat, made rocks float in the air, the water swirl, and yesterday he watched him pick a flower on the opposite side of the creek and bring it to his nose. Today Phil felt a little braver and stood behind a tree that was much closer than the tree he had hidden behind the rest of the week. Phil noticed the wind picking up as the leaves danced in his peripheral vision, and the breeze fluttered against his cheeks. The boy looked sad today, and though he didn’t know him, it made Phil sad.

“I know you’re there ,” Phil gasped, ducking down, he heard the boy chuckle, “I can still see your foot,” Phil stepped out from behind the tree.

“Ah,” he rubbed the back of his neck

“I feel as if we should exchange names, you’ve been watching me for a week.”

“Sorry,” Phil bit his lip and looked at his shoes

The boy stood up, “It is rather rude, is it not? Staring,” he walked towards Phil, “Still, I am not sure if I know what I would say if I came across what you did.” He stuck his hand out, “Dan,”

Phil took his hand, shaking it lightly. “Phil,”

“It’s nice to know your name, Phil.”

“You too,” as Dan shifted, Phil flinched.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Okay,”

“So, how did you find me?”

“I was hiding in a log and wanted to wash off my hands,”

Dan pursed his lip, “From what?”

Phil shook his head, “It’s not important,”

“No, I suppose not. You live around here?”

“Not too far, I go to school just over that hill,”

“I figured as much,”

“Right, well I better get going,”

Dan smiled and clapped Phil on the shoulder. “It was good to meet you, Phil. No more hiding, yeah?”

“Right, see you around,”

Dan, the boy at the creek, had a name. As embarrassing as the entire circumstance was, Phil was thankful that he knew the boy's name.

Saturday’s Phil was alone from the time he woke up until later evening as his mother was working. He got out of bed early today, it had just gone past 8:00, and he couldn’t sleep anymore. After pouring his cereal, he loaded Mario Cart and started to play, he knew he would grow bored of it, but he played anyway. It was days like these that he wished his brother wasn’t away at Uni. After about an hour, he grew restless and decided to go to the creek. Maybe Dan would be there.

Phil had almost gotten to the creek bed when he heard a stick snap behind him. He spun around, and there stood Buck and Dillion. Shit.

“Hey, freak boy,” Dillon stepped forward, “Gonna run again?”

“Just stop it, Dillon, leave me alone.”

“Nah, don’t wanna,” Buck lunged forward, shoving Phil to the ground, causing him to land flat on his back. The breath was forced out of him, and he saw stars in front of his eyes. “Get up and fight, pussy,” Dillion kicked dirt at him.

“Leave,” The voice seemed to thunder from a distance; it sent chills up Phil’s spine.

“Who the fuck are you?” Buck demanded.

“It’s of no consequence who I am, and you should leave. Now.”

“Look at this kid, thinking we can’t kick his ass too.”

“Dan, just go, it’s fine,” Phil said up sluggishly.

“Yeah, Dan, you should go.”

“No.”

“No?” Dillion charged at Dan; with a flick of his wrist, he was elevated high up in the air. Buck charged next, and effortlessly; he joined his friend.

“What the fuck, man?”

“Put us down,”

“I warned you; you did not heed the said warning. I will give you another chance, however, being a decent being. Now, will you leave?”

“Yes, fuck, yes. Just let us go.”

“Very well,” After lowering them to a safe distance to the ground, the fell to the forest floor. Both boys scrambled and took off. “Now then, are you alright, Phil?”

“Yeah, I mean, I think.” Dan extended his hand to Phil, taking it Dan helped him to his feet. Phil did not realize that he was shaking. “You need not fear me.”

“I’m not sure about that, you obviously are a superhero,” he paused, “Or villain, I don’t know. The way you say things, it’s,” Phil shook his head, “strange,”

“I am articulate and well educated. I am not sure how that is considered strange.”

“People don't talk like that,”

“Well, I do.”

“I got that,”

“You came looking for me, did you not?”

Phil blushed, “I suppose I did,”

“Well, you’ve found me. I am here on most days.”

“So, which are you?”

“Beg your pardon?”

“Superhero or supervillain?”

Dan laughed loudly, “Neither, I am just different,”

“How old are you?”

“Same age as you, I imagine,”

“Where do you go to school?”

“I am homeschooled.”

“Right,” Phil took a deep breath, “Sorry, this is just a lot.”

“Is it? You’ve seen me use my ability before,”

“Yeah, but not on people. I mean I am grateful that I am not bleeding right now, don’t get me wrong, it just is a little unnerving.” Dan’s face fell.

“You’re frightened of me,”

Phil felt guilty, “Maybe a little, I’m sorry.”

Dan smiled sympathetically, “Honesty, I like that. We could go sit by the creek if you’d like.”

“Okay,” Phil followed and sat beside Dan. “Are you one of the X-men?”

Dan smiled broadly, “Not quite,” He looked at Phil, “My family all have powers, I got Telekinesis.”

“Can you transport, too?”

“Come again?”

“Just, the day with the storm, you were gone in a flash without any noise,”

“Oh,” He paused, thinking for a moment, “ I am used to being unnoticed, and no offense intended, you are not very aware of your surroundings. If you were, you would have known that I had spotted you, the first day you were here.”

“You did?”

“Of course, you are not that quiet; I am afraid.” His sheepish smile made Phil blush again.

“I am not good at this,” Phil gestured between the two of them, “or really anything involving people.”

“Neither am I,” He smiled again, “May I ask you something?”

“Sure,”

“When you said you had been hiding, was it from them?”

Phil nodded, “They’ve always been assholes, this year they started to chase me.”

“Why?”

“Why do bullies do anything they do?”

“Fair point, though I doubt they will be any trouble now.”

Panic crossed Phil’s face, “What if they tell someone?”

“Tell them what exactly, that a teenaged boy held them in the air with his mind to protect the kid they wanted to assault physically?”

Phil scoffed, “It does sound mental,”

“Indeed.”

“When did you know you had powers?”

“Oh, well, I’ve had them my entire life, and as my family all has powers, it wasn’t until I was older that I realized it wasn’t everyone, just us. Well, not just my family, but that “normal” humans were not like this.”

“So, other members have other powers?”

“Yes.”

“Wow, my mind is blown.”

He smiled, “It’s nice, to be honest with someone who isn’t a relative. I don’t have any friends,”

Phil smiled, “Well, now you do.”

“Is that so?” Phil nodded emphatically. “That makes you my first,”

“Mine too,”

Dan started to twirl his hand, making the water form into a funnel, “I can only do this when I am happy,” Dan said, “Wow, that is a very lame thing to say, is it not?”

Phil shook his head, “I think it’s wonderful. You were happy earlier this week too,”

“That also was because of you. It was quite amusing to me that you thought I didn’t know you were there.”

“Hey!”

“I’m a sorry, friend like I said you are not as discrete as you think you are.”

“Yeah, yeah. Dan?”

“Hm?”

“What happens when you’re angry?”

Dan stilled, the water instantly falling back into the creek. “It’s not as pleasant as water funnels and stone swirls,”

Meekly, Phil asked, “It’s that bad?”

“It can be.”

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After sitting what seemed to be hours, Phil stood up, his stomach growling. “Hey, do you like video games?”

“I’m not a caveman, Phil. Of course.”

“Wanna go to mine and play? My mom is at work until 7, and we can order pizza.”

“Ah, you want me to come over to your house?”

“Well, yeah, there isn't Mario Kart here, is there?”

Dan looked down, hesitantly, “I’ve never really been to anyone else house,”

“It’s about time, don’t you think?”

“Yeah. I mean, thank you yes,”

“Relax mate, it’s not that formal, and we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, I do, show me the way.”

It had been at three months since Phil invited Dan to his house and they had become fast friends. They still met by the creek every day when Phil was done with school, and Dan showed Phil several things and even had levitated him up to the tallest tree.

“I can see my house from up here!”

“Be careful Phil; you still can fall you know,”

“I won’t,” the branch cracked before Phil could understand what was happen and he was falling. As he expected impact, he closed his eyes, waiting for the pain, but It didn’t come. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

“You can open your eyes, Phil, you’re on the ground.”

Phil cracked open one of his eyes cautiously, then the other. “You saved me?”

He smiled widely, “Of course I did; I knew you would fall.”

Phil smirked, “Thanks, Dan.”

“Don’t mention it,” Their eyes met briefly before Dan turned away.

“It’s really cool being friends with you Dan, even though I am sure I bore you,”

Dan stood up, clapping him on the shoulder, “Never a dull moment with you, Philip. Don’t fret about that.”

---

“Cheese is delicious, Phil.”

“No, it isn’t,”

“But you eat pizza,”

“It’s not the same, and it tastes like pizza, not cheese.”

“That doesn’t even make sense, Phil.”

“Yes, it does, Dan,”

“You’re so stupid,”

“Your mums stupid.”

“Are you going to yours or not?”

“It’s Saturday, of course!”

Phil hadn’t told his mother, nor had she met Dan yet. For some reason, whenever Phil brought it up, Dan became nervous and changed the subject. They had been playing for most of the afternoon when the front door opened, Dan’s face blanched.

“The bloody power went out, so we were all sent home early. I brought Chinese, oh, hello,”

“Mom, this is Dan, Dan this is mom,”

“Hello, Mrs. Lester,” Dan said quietly.

“It’s nice to meet you. Would you like to stay for dinner? There’s plenty.”

Dan stood and shoved his hands into his pockets quickly. “My humblest apologies, ma’am, I must be on my way. Thank you for the offer. I will see you later, Phil,” with that, Dan nodded and left.

“You made a friend?”

“Yes,” his mother held his face in between her hands, “I’m happy for you to love, I’m sorry I made him leave.”

“He’s just shy,”

“He understands you then, perfect.”

Phil was more than confused by the way Dan left; it made things all the more confusing. He had to check on Dan, Phil got out his phone.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. My apologies for my behavior earlier. Can we talk tomorrow at the creek?”

“Yes, when?”

“9:00 AM.”

“Okay,”

Dan did not respond, and Phil was even more confused. With an uneasy commotion in his guts, Phil tried to go to sleep, knowing that in the morning he would have answers.

When Phil approached Dan, his hands were again in his pockets, his eyes to the ground. “Are you cross with me?”

“No, I’m just confused.”

Dan sighed, “I wanted to be honest with you, I just wasn’t sure how much you could handle, and I couldn’t reveal my abilities to your mother. You understand, don’t you?”

“No,”

Dan took his hands out of his pockets, and they were shaking and glowing blue.

“What the hell, Dan?”

“When I’m nervous, my hands glow. Blue is anxiety, nerves,”

“You’re anxious?”

“I am.”

Phil smiled sympathetically, “Relax, Dan. I’m not mad. I was just confused.”

“Oh, okay.” Dan sighed and was visibly relieved.

“Well, this is weird.”

Dan laughed, silently shaking his head, “You’re an outstanding person, Phil Lester.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

----

Phil was due to the creek bed immediately after class, but he hadn’t shown up yet. Dan had texted him three times with no response, so he decided to go look for him.

“Finally got you, freak. No guard dog either.”

“Please,” Phil said weakly, clutching his side, “Stop,”

“Please, stop,” Buck mocked, “Nah, don’t want to.”

“Lookit him, such a wuss,” Dillon laughed.

“Get away from him!” Dan screamed. Phil had blood trailing down his face from his nose.

“Fuck, Dillon, look,” Dan’s hands were clutched and glowing red, his whole body was shaking. As Phil met Dan’s eyes, he noticed they, too, were glowing red.

“Who made him bleed?” Dan demanded,

“Holy shit, dude,” Buck slowly backed away, only to be stopped by Dan and hoisted high into the air.

“I will ask again,” he said through clenched teeth, “Who. Made. Him. Bleed?”

“I, did okay, I’m sorry,” Buck begged,

“All by yourself?” Dan focused on Dillion, “I’m sure that you helped, didn’t you?”

“No, man, no,” Dan rose Dillion into the air as well.

“Both of you should suffer should pay for your despicable behavior.” Suddenly both boys started to sputter and gasp for air. “Terrifying, isn’t it?” He rose them a bit higher, “to be completely helpless, alone with no help in sight,”

“Dan,” Phil choked,

“Because the both of you are vermin, scum, a waste of the air you breathe,”

“Dan, please, stop.” Dan turned to Phil, “Please, relax. Don’t kill them,”

Dan scoffed, “You can’t be serious, they attacked you, Phil,”

“I know,” Phil coughed, “But you are too good for this,”

“You don’t really know that, Phil. You don’t know me,”

Phil inhaled, “You’re wrong. I do know you. You are gentle, caring, kind. You don’t kill Dan. I know that.” Dan looked at his nose, and his eyes glowed brighter, “No, don’t look at my face, look into my eyes,” When Dan looked at Phil, his eyes slowly turned back to their beautiful brown. “That’s it, set them down, Dan. Let them go.”

Dan lowered them down when they were released the sputtered and choked.

“Who the fuck are you?” Dillion gasped.

“I’m the guy who was going to kill you, but Phil saved your lives. Remember that next time you go after him. If it were not for him, you both would be dead where you stand.” At that, both boys scrambled away, leaving Dan and Phil alone.

“Phil!” Dan crouched next to Phil, who flinched.

“I’m fine,” He pushed himself up, wincing in pain.

“No, you’re not, you should go to hospital,” Dan reached for Phil, his hands shaking and now glowing blue.

“Dan,” Phil nodded to his hands,

“I’ve never been that angry,” Dan whispered.

“I know,”

“I was going to kill them, Phil. That is what I meant. You don’t know me; I could have fucking killed them.” Dan collapsed to his knees, covering his eyes and started to sob.

Phil scooted closer to him, “But you didn’t, Dan, you didn’t.”

“Only because of you, Phil. I, I am so scared,”

“Then I won’t leave you,”

Dan pulled his head out of his hands, “You still want to be my friend?”

“Am I concerned? Yeah, but yes, Dan,”

“Phil,”

“Dan,”

Dan leaned closer, closing his eyes, and their lips met; Phil cradled Dan’s cheek. Phil heard a hum and noticed they were now both in the air, floating peacefully.

“Ah, Dan?” Phil asked, pulling back.

He laughed, “You know how I can make water swirls when I am happy? This, Phil, is what happens when I am delighted.”

“I’m happy too,”

“Phil,”

“Yeah?”

“You are my sanity; you are why I could stop. My abilities have never been tested this far, and I’ve no idea what would have happened had you not been here. I need you, Phil, more now than ever.”

“And I will be here, Dan; I love you.” Dan met their lips again, as they spun and twisted over the creek they had first met. It was as if nature itself had decreed it to be. And from that point on, both knew they would never be alone.

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seven days

day two: part one

summary: dan is stuck in the wrong timeline. one day, he kisses phil goodnight. the next morning, he’s completely alone. he doesn’t even recognize where he wakes up, and little details in the world around him have changed. he has no clue what’s happening or where to go next in an effort to fix it; all he knows is that he has to find phil.

genre: sci-fi, a lil bit of angst, happy ending

warnings: none (for now)

fic word count: 4.3k chapter word count: 2.3k

written for the @phandomreversebang ! inspired by the awesome moodboard/edits by @maybeformepersonally ! beta’d (beginning to end) by @i-might-just-leave-soon !

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Sadly, however, there were a few things Dan didn’t know as he dozed off that evening. He didn’t know about the reminder on the phone he’d neglected all day making sure he, or the him that used to live in this timeline, didn’t forget about his first day on the production of Queer Eye. And he surely didn’t know that while he slept, as the clock struck midnight, the world began to change around him. It was like he slept in a protective bubble, holding him in place as the timeline disassembled and reassembled around his body. At 12:01, his entire universe had changed once again. Dan slept through that night in bliss ignorance until he was woken up and his world turned upside down once again.

“Daniel!”

“Hmm?” Dan blinked his eyes open, and before he had time to rub the sleep out of them, he spasmed into an upright position, hitting his head on the back of the bed frame.

He found himself in a hotel room with a man in overly done makeup standing over him. Everything from the day before rushed back to him, and it took all he had not to shout out, “Who the hell are you?”

“You need to start getting ready for VidCon! Your meetup is today!” the man shouted at him. His voice was loud and shrill, and Dan would have given money to not have to hear it.

“Okay, okay, give me some space!” he moaned, pushing the man back a little bit.

“Alright, just be ready in an hour,” the man said, leaving through a door into a conjoined room.

“An hour? Who needs an hour to get ready?” he asked himself, wandering into the bathroom. “Oh, FUCK!” Dan shouted, taking one good look at his face in the mirror. It was caked in makeup, but it had clearly been a bit smudged by sleep. “Oh, no,” he breathed, fear entering his confused mind. He rushed to find a phone back by the bed and ended up seeing an iPhone XR. “Shit, that’s gotta be expensive,” he said, opening it immediately with facial recognition. Immediately he found and opened YouTube and went to his own channel, something he was more than used to doing in his normal life. What he found was exactly what he feared: he was this timeline’s James Charles.

Dan groaned, rearing his head back to the ceiling. “I don’t know how to do makeup!” he muttered, dragging himself back into the bathroom. On the sink was a collection of at least 15 different types of makeup. “That explains the one-hour wakeup call.”

His eyes darted back and forth from blush to mascara to eyeliner to foundation as if looking at them each enough would show him what to do with them. Finally, an idea struck him. Unless YouTube was a completely different beast in this timeline, “Daniel Howell makeup tutorial” would be a fruitful search. It only took him a few seconds to find someone to teach him how to do his own makeup routine, and he was on his way.

It took Dan about half an hour to do the makeup, and he was quite thankful that the Dan whose body he’d woken up in was wearing makeup already because if he hadn’t it would have taken him twice as long or more. He threw on some actually mildly tasteful clothes and grabbed his VidCon badge; at least he knew how to live this person’s life.

Ready to go with twenty minutes left, Dan sank back into “his” bed and put his head in his hands. “Why the hell am I in another timeline?” he said, stressing a word every now and then just to exasperate his anger. “I’m never gonna find Phil at this rate.”

He closed his eyes, attempting to hold back tears. He was sure a rich makeup YouTuber would have waterproof makeup, but he wasn’t willing to take that risk. Thousands of separate thoughts were running through his head, each of them desperate, but one stood out over them all: Dan did not want to go to VidCon.

VidCon was one of his favorite places; it legitimized all his life choices and made him feel as if he was truly valued by the world. However, he’d never been to a VidCon without Phil in his life, and he didn’t particularly want to. He had fantasies about this VidCon--doing a meetup with Phil with both of them out and proud, hugging their fans tight and supporting them the way they supported the two of them--but now that was all gone, and he was left with a pound of makeup on his face and a bunch of people who didn’t even know him for who he truly was.

His “friend” and apparently manager, whose name he eventually learned was, ironically, James, retrieved him and led him to the venue. He was lucky for that; he obviously hadn’t been told ahead of time where the meet and greet was, and between his height, his makeup, and his assumed fame, he had a feeling it wouldn’t be wise to mingle with the fans to find directions.

“Aight, you’ve got a few minutes until the meetup; you can hang out here,” said James, leaving him in a sort of a green room. There was a wall in between them, and he could still hear the screaming fans. He’d never met fans alone before, and he was honestly a bit scared, especially without knowing what sort of fanbase the him of this timeline appealed to. He spent an immeasurable amount of time in his own head, searching aimlessly for something to calm his nerves. If only Phil were there with him…

Suddenly, a thought hit Dan. Maybe Phil was there with him. He’d yet to research the Phil of this timeline, so there was nothing telling him that he wasn’t still a YouTuber or that he wasn’t just halfway across the convention center. Dan whipped out the phone in his pocket and searched “Phil Lester” on Twitter for a second tie, and deja vu struck as he once again came up empty handed.

“Damnit!” he cried out, but he had no time to mourn, for James had just thrown open the door and informed him that it was time for the meetup. Dan, taken by surprise, threw his phone down and jumped up. “Cool, let’s go!” he responded awkwardly. James furrowed his brow for a moment before eventually deciding to ignore Dan’s odd behavior and simply turning on his heel and leaving. Dan took a deep breath and followed, leaving in the opposite direction in which he came in, and he found himself behind a classic meetup photo background. This, at least, was something he was comfortable with. He put on his performer’s smile and stepped out from behind the curtain.

Dan had certainly endured screaming teenage girls before; after all, he’d done two tours full of them. But this was a completely different animal entirely. It took all of his strength to smile and wave rather than double over with his hands over his ears. At this point, Dan was losing hope that his otherworldly counterpart wasn’t involved in some ridiculous controversy.

At that moment, it dawned on the theatre kid still dwelling inside him that he probably should have researched his role before stepping out onstage. He was meant to put on a face and pretend to be someone else, and he hadn’t even a clue who he was to be.

Before he even had enough time to think, the first fans were stepping up to meet him. Now, Dan had done over a hundred meetups, and even on his worst days, he’d always been attentive to each fan and been careful to make each one’s time the best thirty seconds to a minute they’d ever had. This time, however, was a bit different.

Sure, he tried his best to act normal, but he quite simply wasn’t. He felt as if he was a fraud, given that technically he sort of was. No matter how much effort he put forth, these people were getting cheated out of meeting their idol. Well, hopefully they’d never know the difference.

As a general rule of thumb, Dan had decided to go through the meetup emotionless. This was a bit difficult, as he and Phil had planned to, in their VidCon meetup, connect more emotionally to their fans, especially their LGBT+ fans, than ever before. But these people weren’t really his fans, and it was difficult for him to emotionally invest himself in speaking to people who didn’t really love HIS videos. Besides, he needed to keep his eyes on the prize: get through this meetup, then go back to looking for Phil.

As the queue moved closer, he noticed one black-haired head sticking out above the others. His eyes widened, and his eyes focused on the back of a head facing someone else in the line. “Hi!” someone shouted, and his attention was forced back to the fans meeting him at that particular moment. Suddenly it became even more difficult for him to focus on the fans; he had to see the tall, Phil-like man’s face, but every time he looked up the man was facing the other direction. He felt as if the world refused to let them near each other, even though the chances that it was actually Phil were little to none.

Finally, he reached the front of the line, and the girl he’d been engrossed with conversation in poked him. “It’s your turn!” she whisper-screamed, and he jumped.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, absentmindedly turning forward, and Dan’s heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, the face looking back at him was the face he’d fallen asleep beside every night for nearly nine years. The only difference: the man on the other side was none the wiser.

“Oh my goodness, hi!” he squealed through a broad smile. Dan was almost taken aback by it; the Phil he knew wasn’t exactly a squealer, and he definitely didn’t have an American accent. He was quite the different Phil, but he certainly was Phil; there was no doubting it. Phil started speaking again, his words slurring together with nerves. “Iknow it’s sorta odd for youta meet afan who’sactually older thanyou but I hope you don’t find me tooweird…” he trailed off, clearly absolutely terrified to be speaking to Dan.

At this point, time seemed to completely stop. Dan had seen Phil like this, sure, but never for something as simple as a meetup. It completely blew his mind to watch Phil absolutely lose it over the chance to meet him. Phil, the man who he’d known for ten years. Phil, the man who he’d kissed countless times. Phil, who was supposed to be standing beside him on the other side of the meetup, was instead sweating through his clothes because he loved Dan so much. Inside his head, Dan chuckled. He had no idea.

And Dan had no idea how to respond. There was no response to the person you love more than anyone or anything else in the world completely forgetting you. He wasn’t really sure what to do except for what he always did.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I promise,” he said, wrapping his arms around Phil. This wasn’t abnormal, as he’d done it for every fan thus far, but this time, it lingered a little longer, and it started much sooner than it should have. Still, he kept Phil close for more reasons than he could even begin to identify. Just having Phil there comforted his woes from the last day and a half, filled him with the love he’d always felt from Phil, and encited pure fear in him that he’d never see Phil again, all at one time. Finally, after what felt like only a millisecond but was clearly too long to be appropriate for a creator meeting a fan, Dan released Phil, and he was relieved to find that he was smiling.

“Thanks,” Phil said, taking a deep breath. “I’m Phil, by the way.” It wasn’t until then that Dan really took Phil in; he was wearing his glasses, which brought a grin to Dan’s face; every universe’s Phil should wear his glasses constantly. It’s what everyone who encounters him deserves. He wore an outfit that reminded Dan of something he’d wear to their own meetup. It was interesting, Dan thought, how some fundamental things about Phil refused to change, even in an alternate universe.

“Do you have something you’d like me to sign?” he asked. Phil nodded and handed over a pride flag. A burst of relief shot through Dan; Phil was still the same Phil. “I-I’d like to give you this, too,” he said, shakily handing over what appeared to be a drawing. As soon as Dan finished signing the flag, he snatched the drawing as if it were the Holy Grail and examined it; it was a picture of Dan, with every intricate detail drawn out. His dimples were deep, and every curl on his head was intentionally placed. He wore science-themed makeup, and Dan wasn’t even exaggerating when he said it was the best fanart he’d ever seen. “I’m a scientist, so…”

It was like he was falling in love all over again. “Wow, Phil...This is amazing. Absolutely amazing. I had no idea you could draw like this!”

“Well…” he stammered, “I don’t think you really know me at all.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” Dan let out, disappointment evident in his voice. At this point, even Phil’s radiating awkwardness had dissipated into pure confusion. Dan had to think fast, and, through some miracle, he did. “Did you post this online? I’d love to show it some love.”

“Oh, yeah!” Phil said, confusion immediately being replaced by excitement. He was clearly still a bit nervous, but he seemed much more comfortable around Dan. That was a start. “I’m on Twitter @AmazingPhil.” Dan almost winced. How dumb could he be? He made a mental note: next time, search the name AND the handle.

“I’ll definitely check that out,” Dan said, beaming. “Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome,” Phil said, and the VidCon employees were ushering him on. Dan wanted to yell at them, to keep him there forever, but there was only so much he could do.

“Have a great day!” Dan shouted as he watched the love of his life walk out of it clueless. He sighed, and muttered under his breath, “I love you.”

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