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somasean · 2 years

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Spark - Dan & Phil

content: none! just fluff.

an: only keeping these up to look back at to see if I've ever improved. so weird to think about the space i was in when first writing these vs where i am now. depressing!

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Dan's POV:

"Dan! Hurry up!" I heard my boyfriend call to me. We were going to some place for our anniversary. Five years we've been together, and boy has it been the best five years of my life. I love him so much. He's saved me from doing anything stupid, and he knows that.

"Baaaabe!" I heard his voice get closer. I snapped from my thoughts and fixed my tie. "Come onnnnnnnn!" Chuckling, I opened the door and placed a quick kiss to his cheek.

"I'm ready babe." His eyes scanned me from head to toe, a small smile forming.

"You look handsome." He said, beaming.

"Same for you Philly." He giggled and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards and out the door of our flat, locking it behind him.

"I'm sure you'll love where we're going." With that, he grabbed my hand, interlocking our fingers and tugged me towards the sidewalk. There was a light dusting of snow falling down, and a blanket covering the London streets. It was Christmas Eve, and everyone was out doing couple things.

Phil, instead of taking me to his car, waited on the sidewalk until a carriage pulled up. "Philly, what is this?" His smiled widened, his grip tightened, and he pulled me up into the carriage before whispering something to driver.

"Why, it's all part of the surprise love." My heart fluttered and what he said. Love. We love each other. I love him so much. Even when I'm feeling down, he's there. He's always there. Whenever I'm having an episode, he's there to comfort me, and I love him for it.

After a thirty mintue ride, we stopped at a restaurant. Only it wasn't. There were fairy lights strung about everywhere, a Christmas tree sat in the middle, and there were people, waiters and waitresses I assume, walking around a smile plastered across their faces. It was perfect. The smell of cookies swarmed my senses, and I looked over at Phil who had a look of worry and hope in his features. "Well...do you like it?" He spoke quietly. I beamed, and nodded.

"Of course I do. It's amazing." Kissing him quickly, he led us over to a table near the back of the place.

"I love you Daniel."

"I love you more Phillip." He made a face and pouted at that name sticking out his bottom lip.

"You know I don't like Phillip." I couldn't help but smile at how cute he was being and booped his nose.

"And you know I don't like Daniel."

"Good point." This night was nothing but perfect. "But really...I love you."

"I know you do."

"No...like a lot..." Phil muttered and looked down at our intertwined fingers. "And I just...you've been there for me for as long as I can remember. Whenever I would feel useless, which I am don't even try to argue Daniel, you would always be there looking at me with concern filling your chocolate brown eyes. The way your voice would be raspy whenever you were holding back tears when I told you how much the world wouldn't miss me.

"You've been there for me. You helped me through my depression, through highschool, through life, everything. I can't imagine or bear the thought of being away from you. I know that some of our fans have forced our relationship down our throats and we keep denying it, but I can't help but feel that it's not fair to them if we keep this a secret. We've been dating for what seems like a million years.

"So, maybe when we get home we can record a video and then do a stream? I want everyone to see the raw footage of how much I love you." His words hit me like a ton of bricks. Everything he just said made my heart pound and stomach fill with butterflies.

"Philly, you are not useless. You mean more to me than everything." It hurt my heart seeing him that way. He was perfect. I placed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away looking into his icy blue eyes, sparkling. "And of course we can baby." His face lighted up with a smile and he threw his arms around my neck engulfing me in a hug that nearly knocked me out the chair.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" His British accented voice sounded like the most beautiful sound. "Oh, and one more thing..." He pulled away and smirked at me before getting on one of his knees.

"Philly, what are you...?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the odd action. He can't be doing what I think he's doing, is he? Oh my god, he can't be...

He puckered his lips and whistled. Oh my god, he is! "Come here boy!" He called out in a babyish voice. I saw a blur of what looked like a small ball of fur out of the corner of my before Phil was knocked back on his butt, laughing.

"Oh my god! You got a Shiba Inu!" I exclaimed, jumping from my seat and running over to where he was laying down, the small meme licking away at his face. "What should we name him?" I asked, reaching out and petting the animal's fur. He turned his attention to me, tail wagging faster than, well, the Flash, and ran around me barking and jumping on my lap.

"Hmm...how about J-" He started but I silence him with another kiss, holding the shiba inu to my chest.

"Whatever it is, it'll be perfect."

"Just like you, Danny."

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phanfictioncatalogue · 1 year

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Real Life References Masterlist

Always Together, Never Apart - cherryblossom-phil

Summary: “They were attached at the hip. The centers of each other’s lives. Inseparable.”; Dan and Phil’s relationship, as seen through the eyes of their friends (based on Vidcon 2k15)

boudoir photography (ao3) - silentdescant

Summary: The shirt he’s wearing is barely covering him at all, lacy enough to see through and hanging open around his shoulders, and there’s nothing on his bottom half but underwear. Not unusual, for Dan lazing around the house, but still lovely to see. This is also the first time he’s worn the shirt, and it’s hard to resist mauling him when he’s deliberately putting so much skin on display while he models it.

Can You Milk A...? (ao3) - blissedoutphil

Summary: "Men can be milked."

- actual Phil at 5:58 in The Final Google Feud video

Commitment Phobe (ao3) - AlexStandallsSmile, Howlterssmile (AlexStandallsSmile)

Summary: Based on the events after the 4/03/21 live show when Dan reveals he’s scared of commitment.

The story behind why Phil had so many sweet treats after the live show.

Or: Dan has a freak out after mentioning the marriage comment live on stereo, and Phil Lester is a sweetheart.

Cool Down (ao3) - blissedoutphil

Summary: "shove an ice cube all the way up my ass"

- actual Dan on twitter

"Doing Laundry" (ao3) - analester

Summary: “It’ll only be a minute. I’m just came to do my laundry again.”

“Oh, is that what the kids are calling it now?”

“W-what- N-no—? Please I legit need to do my laundry.”

“You wanna come and do some laundry in my room?”

Duality (ao3) - melapplesphan

Summary: During the filming of their 2018 Easter baking video, Phil finds that he can’t stop staring at Dan’s curls and wishing he was wearing his pastel outfit, so he asks Dan to put it on for him. Or, how Phil finally stumbles onto the main reason why he gets so turned on during the late nights he and Dan spend baking. In which Phil has a thing for Pastel Dan, running his fingers through Dan’s curls, and telling Dan he’s beautiful. Equal parts fluff and smut. Please heed the tags.

everybody wants a taste (ao3) - Gal_tic

Summary: Phil meets Sam the Surfer on the flight to America. Dan is less than thrilled.

Exhale (ao3) - TortiTabby

Summary: Sam the Surfer shows up for a fourth time in Brazil and Dan isn't in the right head space to deal with it.

Fight Me (ao3) - Noncombustiblehowell

Summary: A little one-shot about what really went down when the boys figured out there was only one good bedroom on their tour bus. I can now die happy saying that I have written a phan pillow fight scene. Inspired by these tweets from Dan and Phil (https://twitter.com/danisnotonfire/status/724307138517065731)

Grown On Each Other Like Mould (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Inspired by this snippet from a gaming video

P: "The friendship-dragon!"

D: "That's the least appropriate one for us two. That would be the mould dragon."

P: "Is that our- Is that us?"

D: "That's our friendship. The mould dragon."

P: "What? That we just know each other so well, we've grown on each other like mould?"

He smells like warm (ao3) - twoheadlights (fizzfic)

Summary: Hugging through the years.

i will be chasing a starlight (until the end of my life) (ao3) - couraqeous

Summary: 'happy birthday to @AmazingPhil you may be on the road to death but the light and warmth you bring to our lives is as everlasting as the sun'

i'm a fucking mess, but at least i have you by my side (ao3) - sirenidae

Summary: This fic is loosely based off of Dan’s recent tweet:

“if you’re too hot why are you wearing a sweater??” if i prefer to just wear underwear and a hoodie it’s my choice and you should respect it

intermediately versed in your own feelings (ao3) - templeofshame

Summary: They’re down to ten days and Phil just wants to be excited. He wants to tweet 10 days!!! or 9 soon =] and ramble at Dan on Skype and go to sleep eager for time to get on with it. He doesn’t want to be staring at Dan’s Twitter, scrolling up and down through Tweets and replies, trying to decode them in a way that doesn’t make anything in his gut sink.

itchy (ao3) - watergator

Summary: dan has an allergic reaction to his shirt and phil is there to make him feel better

(based off of dans tweet about his allergic reaction to his shirt)

Keep Talking And You Won’t Come (ao3) - blissedoutphil

Summary: "You are being bad, you need to only speak when I'm speaking."

- actual Dan in the 'Keep Talking And Nobody Explodes #2' gaming video (at 2:30)

and this fic is based on that lmao

Kaboom: How to Talk Dirty in the Bedroom (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Phil slips up in a gaming video and nearly exposes their sexual relationship. The content raises questions in Phil's mind, and he learns a thing or two about what Dan likes when he has the nerve to ask. Phil takes on a new persona when they make love that night.

Lucky Rubber Ducky (ao3) -DryCereal

Summary: "having a romantic bath with this special guy"...cos my boyfriend won't join me...

Nervous Agony (ao3) - thesassykels66

Summary: What Uma Thurman was watching that night when they had sex

Netflix and Phil (ao3) - goldfishsunglasses

Summary: Little something based on P’s tweet from earlier.

The Furby - camisadan

Summary: ’This is based off the tweet that Dan sent out last night about the furby’

the one that I belong to (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Phil comes home after the glue incident.

The sneeze fic (ao3) - Iittlesparkle

Summary: Phil tweeted "I just sneezed at the exact same moment as a stranger and we shared a smile and we are now forever sneeze bros" on the 9th of April 2018, here is the fic inspired by this tweet, with Dan as the stranger.

Uma Thurman Just Watched Me Have Sex (ao3) - AnotherPhanficWriter

Summary: Based on something Dan tweeted back in late-2009/early 2010 (I think).

What Dan Wants, Dan Gets (ao3) - blissedoutphil

Summary: "i hate men but i want them to touch me"

- actual Dan on twitter

When Jokes Go Too Far (ao3) - blissedoutphil

Summary: "i hate men but i want them to touch me"

- actual Dan on twitter

so this fic is based on that lmao

With a Lack of Pets, Wild Life Photographer Phil Settles for Dan (ao3) - natigail

Summary: They were both sentimental fools who didn’t want to throw anything away and thus their new home now mostly consisted of boxes but Phil found a way to amuse himself.

You’re Too Competitive for Your Own Good (ao3) - danlester (isaacmclahey)

Summary: ((basically there was a jumpcut in a gaming video that i felt could use a dose of my overactive imagination, so this is a quick drabble regarding the tin foil incident))

"Hey, you can cut people with tin foil!"

"Really?" Phil asked, his eyebrows slightly raised and his tone disbelieving, before rubbing his arm over the edge of the tin foil determinedly, as if to prove a point.

(The point being that, no, you obviously cannot cut people with tin foil. Honestly, Dan.)

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anironsidh · 1 year

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I posted 594 times in 2022

32 posts created (5%)

562 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@fanficmemes

@sir-libearian

@ringsandbutterflies

@deadandphilgames

@strange-aeons

I tagged 390 of my posts in 2022

Only 34% of my posts had no tags

#dan and phil - 50 posts

#daniel howell - 44 posts

#phan - 30 posts

#ospbb 2022 - 26 posts

#danisnotonfire - 24 posts

#phandom - 24 posts

#old school phandom big bang - 22 posts

#anastasia - 21 posts

#anastasia 1997 - 20 posts

#dracula daily - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 127 characters

#update everyone tagging this with their/their friends fav ocs is so cute i love you people im scrolling thru my notifs in tears

My Top Posts in 2022:

Day three of maylorweek 2022, still going strong, a mood board for a single parent Roger x teacher Brian au I'm working on 😁

@beatlegirl1968 #maylorweek2022

24 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

For the @phandomgiftexchange , my gift for @upintwenty ! I based this off of the prompt, slice of life and fluff, and the idea of the fic that I thought of (between ospbb and work it didn't happen lol) but I was glad to be able to practice my art skills 😁

I used magic poser and Sketchbook for this piece, then InCollage to add the watermark and edit slightly. Tumblr messed with the quality, but I hope y'all like it 😄

26 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

For day four of Maylor week 2022, an old married couple type aesthetic 😁

@beatlegirl1968 loving this prompt for today!

30 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

Presenting my @carryonthroughtheages art piece!

Continuing on from my Anastasia obsession (literally just did an Anastasia au for the ospbb), that's the theme for this art! Ft Simon as Princess Anastasia and Baz as Dmitri!

Using MagicPoser and Sketchbook, one version without the background.

40 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Knew I'd Find You Again || OSPBB fic 2022

Announcing my fic for this year's @oldschoolpbb event, an Anastasia au combining the movie and musical, from the end of the Russian empire to the wonder of Paris. Featuring Phil as the missing Grand Duke Philip Lestov of Russia and Dan as Daniel Howlov, a conman working alongside Cornelia in a scheme to find an imposter and gain a reward while finding the real thing on the way. They must stay one step ahead of Deputy Commissioner Kolya Petrov, set on finishing his father's mission, and Rasputin, determined to end the Lestov line for good.

In the twilight of the Russian Empire, the younger son of Czar Nigel Lestov finds an unlikely friend in a kitchen boy with a very different past. Philip Lestov has no idea what is to come, this future with his new friend stretching out as far as he can see, and Daniel Howlov gets a glimpse at a world so far from his own. Ten years later, the czar and his wife are dead and their older son is left to live with his grandmother in Paris; far from the new regime that wants the Lestovs dead. The young tsarevich Philip has gone missing while rumors fly of his survival. The dowager Empress has offered a reward, ten million rubles for her beloved grandsons return, a reward that does not go unnoticed by now conman Daniel Howlov and his close friend, former Duchess Cornelia. When they come across a man with no memories and a resemblance to the prince, the two hatch a plan. Followed closely by Kolya Petrov, an officer set on completing his fathers mission, and the mystic Rasputin, who wants nothing more than the death of the last Lestovs, they must journey to Paris with their fake prince. Instead of a reward, they find something much more unexpected waiting for them. Dan counted on a way out, not falling in love. (og in notes)

Featuring @spoiledmuffin and @husbants as my wonderful beta readers, and the amazing art of @paradisobound ! Header by me with photos from pinterest, edits of dnp were done by me as well.

Read the fic below, and enjoy!

111 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

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(This feels accurate, love that dnp took over lmao)

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damnsammmmfics · 5 years

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Be My Mistake

A/N: lmao it's been awhile hasn't it. Soz not soz for not updating lmao just had no inspiration and tbh couldn't be bothered

Song(s) Used: Be My Mistake - The 1975

Started: 18th February 2019

Finished: 11 March 2019

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 592 words

Third Person P.O.V

Dan lays alone in bed, seemingly thinking of a time where he wasn't alone, well more importantly, where he never felt alone; because the fact is that he wasn't alone. There was a girl who came around every now and then. Her name was Amelia. She was a friend of sorts. She worked for Dan and his best friend, Phil. But this girl was more than an employee, she was a re bound of some sort.

A few months prior, Dan and his longtime girlfriend (Y/N) broke up, and unsurprisingly, Dan hasn't been taking it well. When he's alone, he longs for her touch, her scent, her kiss, anything that could make him feel like she was still with him. But at the same time, he wanted to forget. He wanted to forget how she felt, forget how she smelled and forget the feeling of her lips on his.

The feeling of fleeting loneliness descends upon Dan. He wants to feel something other than loneliness, even if it's only for 5 minutes. So he does what he does all the time when he feels this way; he calls Amelia.

"Fuck, you know how much I love these jeans on you, but they have to come off." Amelia says seductively, pulling at Dans zipper and unbuttoning his jeans. The jeans that (Y/N) bought him. It's almost ironic how much Amelia loves them. She must think that Dan wears them because of how much she loves them on him, but he only wears them because it's the only thing he has left of (Y/N).

After the jeans are off, she goes back to Dans face, kissing him or making out with him or whatever you want to call it. And, Dan would be lying if he said he didn't find Amelia sexually attractive, she could get him hard, but in the end it was (Y/N) who made him weak to the knees. She always had that affect on him, and she always will. But he would also be lying if he said he never thought of (Y/N) during their scandalous encounters.

Dan knows he shouldn't keep on calling Amelia, because they shouldn't really be talking unless it's business related. But he just can't help it. Sex with Amelia seems to be the only thing that takes his mind off of (Y/N).

But when the deed is done, Amelia wants to cuddle and stay over, but Dan just wants the lights off and to fall asleep, and to dream about a time where he was happy and things turned out right for him.

He doesn't want her waiting outside of his hotel rooms, waiting for him and waiting for sex. He doesn't necessarily want her specifically. He just wants to feel something that isn't sadness and longing for (Y/N) and Amelia just happened to be around. Because Dan gets lonely without her. And while Amelia makes jokes about how they should get together, and Dan walks around with a glass of whiskey in hand, laughing at the so called jokes she's making, He knows deep down;

That Amelia is nothing but a mistake, She's just his mistake, and something to help him forget about the one he truly loves.

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writing-of-fandoms-blog · 5 years

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Dan Howell x Reader Oneshot

Fandom: danisnotonfire/youtube

Warnings: Language

Pairing: Dan x Reader

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You quickly checked your makeup in your compact one more time before shutting it and tossing it in your purse.

Just calm down, (Y/N).

You were on your first ever blind date, meeting a man named Dan. However, he was late.

I'm sure everything is fine. Just bad traffic or something.

You tried to reassure yourself, but still, you couldn't stop worrying. Had he stood you up?

It had been half an hour since you guys were supposed to meet. "Ma'am, more wine?" The waitress questioned.

"Yes, please." You needed it to get rid of these nerves.

Some more time passed, and at this point, you had already ordered some food and began eating.

Suddenly, a tall man with messy, curly hair came running up to the table. "I am so sorry I'm late!" He sat at the table.

A wave of relief flooded over you. "That's okay!"

"No, it's not. I'm almost two hours late." He looked at you with apologetic eyes.

You smiled weakly, taking a sip of your wine before saying, "Honestly, it's fine. I hadn't even noticed how much time has passed." Liar.

"I hope you've already ordered food, I'd feel even worse if you haven't."

Almost on cue, the waitress comes up with your plate. She seemed surprised to see someone finally arrived. "Sir, may I take your order?"

As he looked over the menu and relayed his order to the waitress, you took this opportunity to get a better look at him.

He had the prettiest curly brown hair, complete with big brown eyes and dimples when he smiled. He was extremely cute!

You could feel a slight blush rising on your cheeks at the sight of him. He suddenly looked up, a smile forming on his lips.

"What are you blushing about?"

"I'm not blushing!"

"Yes you are, I can see it right there." He points to your face. "Shut up!" You said, giggling and covering your face.

"You're very beautiful."

Your head shot up, giving him a surprised look, before shyly replying, "Thank you.."

You smiled again. Wow, his smile is incredible.

"You're not to bad yourself, Mr. Howell, is it?"

He chuckled. "Yes, that's right. And thank you."

Even though he was nearly two hours late, dinner was a success. You guys were currently walking along the beach nearby, side by side.

You wanted to hold his hand, but would that be too much? You only just met.

"It's beautiful out here." You whispered.

Dan nodded, looking at you rather than the beach. "It really is."

You could feel yourself blushing yet again.

As you walked, you felt his hand bump against yours.

Looking down, you watched as he quickly interlaced his fingers with yours. You immediately did the same.

Dan smiled and looked at you with warm eyes. "I want to see you again." He said.

You both stopped walking, turning to face each other, still holding hands. "I want the same." You replyed.

"Could I try something a little crazy right now?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, but intrigued. "Sure."

"Just try to stay still."

You stood perfectly still as Dan leaned in. Is he going to kiss me?

You tilted your head up, and he crashed his lips into yours.

His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him. You threw your arms around his neck, tangling your hands in his hair.

Finally, he broke the kiss, and the two of you gasped for air. You rested your head against his chest and he rested his head on top of yours, panting.

"When can I see you again, (Y/N)?"

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youtubeandmoreyoutuberimagi-blog · 6 years

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cringeattack · 6 years

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wash it away | dan howell

summary: based off of prompt no. 1 warnings: cussing pov: y/n a/n: just a bunch of sickening fluff ahead tbh

Horrible, never-ending and tiring. Those were the words that described my day. From the way too bitter tasting coffee I had this morning, to the pain in the ass co-worker that I had to put up with at work. It’s safe to say that luck wasn’t on my side today. Oh, and did I mention my car broke down on the way home? Yeah, this day just seems to keep getting worse.

Once my car was towed to the nearest repair shop, I had no choice but to commute back home. And as if the universe wanted to taunt me, It began pouring rain. So running in the storm and getting all my clothes soaked wasn’t that great either.

After what seemed like forever, I finally arrived back to Dan and I’s shared flat. Unlocking the door, I was greeted by my boyfriends beautiful face as he pulled me in for a hug. “Hey gorgeou- Whoa, why are you drenched?” He asked me in a surprised yet concerned tone as he felt how soaked my coat was. “Long story. Bad day.” I muttered before I started removing the articles of clothing that were stuck to my skin while I walked towards our shared bedroom so I could change.

“You need to take a shower before you catch a cold or something. Why don’t you go ahead and I’ll follow in after?” Dan suggested, a smile curving up his lips as he trailed behind me. “You’ll follow?” “Yeah, I could join you if you’d like, you seem to be having a rough day and look like you need some company.” I turned my half naked physique around to face him and chewed on the bottom of my lip before nodding my head in agreement. “I’d love that.” A few minutes had passed by since I arrived home and we were now both in the shower, the water trickling down our bodies as the steam radiated through the bathroom while the candle lights flickered a few feet away from us. “This is nice.” I told him as his fingertips started digging into my shoulder blades to massage them. I loved nights like this. The whole scenario just seemed so intimate and it left me feeling vulnerable to everything, especially Dan’s touch.

I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn’t notice Dan reach and grab the bottle of shampoo across from me. “Here, turn this way, love.” He stated so that the water was now hitting his back instead of mine the proceeded to massage my scalp with the shampoo, letting the strawberry scent fill the air around us as I hummed in satisfaction. “Thank you for doing this Daniel.” “For what? Washing your hair?” I let a laugh escape my lips as I tried to playfully hit his arm. “No you silly! For taking care of me and making me feel better after my shitty day.” He chuckled and wrapped his soapy hands around my waist, turning me around and spoke. “You know I’d do anything to make you happy, Y/N. I don’t refer to you as the love of my life for nothing y’know.” He stated a matter-of-factly and kissed the top of my forehead but soon pulled a face when a few shampoo suds went into his mouth. “Wow, that was gross. It didn’t taste like strawberries at all.” “Way to ruin the moment, Dan. You’re such a dork.” “But you love me anyways.” I rolled my eyes but nodded regardless, leaning in to place my wet lips to his somewhat chapped ones and mumbled into the kiss, “Way too much.”

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philanddanxreader · 7 years

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Baby Watch 2K17

Hello, Love bugs!

Dan X Reader

Warnings- fluff

I’ve been watching a bunch of gender reveals online and I keep seeing my reaction but I’m not 100% clear on Dan’s. Can you write a blurb to help me out? Thxxxxx ✌🏻😊(Gender Reveal anon) unless you don’t want to or you’re too busy it’s totally fine! Sorry I get anxious asking for blurbs Bc I’m not giving you anything in return and I feel like I should. I’m sorry for being weird

Don’t feel weird about sending in requests. I love them. I promise I won’t bite your head off or something. I’m a pretty chill lady.

It was the conversation that was taking over your lives at the moment. Dan desperately wanted to know the sex of the baby. It was all he talked about. He said he didn’t feel like he could properly prepare until he knew. You told him that it was kind of fun not knowing. Nothing was really changing in your mind if it would be a girl or boy. The baby was healthy and kicking every chance it had. That’s all that really mattered to you.

“But Y/N. Think about it. When we find out we can buy so many things to spoil our baby with.” Dan had said at one point while rubbing your belly in bed.

“You are going to spoil the baby no matter what. I never thought you would be the one wanting to know the sex so bad.” Dan never gave you a real answer as to why he wanted to know so bad. You figured it was one of the final steps to make it feel real that the two of you were having a baby. Well, that and all of the baby stuff that was clogging up the house.

But Daniel had seemed to become a planner when he found of that you were expecting. This new planning Dan needs to know everything ahead of time. He was the one who was reading baby books like they were the most interesting thing in the world. It was kind of weird for Dan to have all of these baby facts just running around in his head. To be honest it may be easier if Dan gave birth for you as he was much more prepared than you are.

Even though Dan brought up that it would be nice to know the sex of the baby every single day you put up a good fight for a while. You tried to convince him that you really didn’t need to know the sex yet as buying a ton of clothes seemed silly when the baby would grow so fast. Dan tried saying that decorations for the nursery theme would be easier. You simply reminded him that the theme was already decided as lions, tigers, and bears. Truthfully it seemed like a great excuse to buy a bunch of stuffed animals for every surface.

But after Dan’s pestering, he finally won when he brought up the bigger argument the two of you had been having. What to name the baby. You were having a hard-enough time picking one name let alone settling on two. One for a girl and one for a boy. Of course, the names that the two of you were tossing around weren’t all that gender neutral making everything a bit harder. So, after pushing and pushing Dan finally won in finding out the gender. But Dan being who he is couldn’t just go to the ultra sound and find out like normal people. No Dan wanted to make some sort of video to reveal the what the baby would be. If you were being realistic Dan wanted to celebrate that you were having a baby more than anything else. He was in love with the idea of being a daddy in less than four months. Who were you to tell him no to a video when he was so obsessed with your future child? So, it would be official Dan was going to plan some sort of video to find out what you were having.

The day had come where Dan was buzzing around the house getting the camera and light ready for the video. The last ultra sound you had the technician put the sex of the baby in an envelope that he gave to Phil. Between the two of them, they decided that Phil would put purple glitter in a black balloon for a girl and a navy blue glitter if it was a boy. It was a pretty cute idea you had to admit.

You were finishing getting ready when Phil showed up with two balloons in hand and a giant smile on his face. He had gone straight to the office to meet Dan to see the setup and to hear the plan. After taking one more look at yourself in the mirror you waddled your way into the room where the boys were.It was a simple little setup but it was perfect. Dan had two darts on the desk as he finished focusing everything to his liking.

You tried to sneak in to watch the boys but you were given away when you bumped into the chair. “Y/N! We’re ready for you mummy.” Dan said pulling the chair out of your way so you could sit in your spot.

“I can’t thank you enough for doing this for us, Philly. I thought I might actually be nervous about this but I’m actually just really excited. Maybe Dan was… Right.” You said sticking your tongue out with a giggle. “Are you going to stay and watch Phil?” You asked looking at him as he stood in the door way.

“It was really no problem. I mean I would love to stay and watch if that fine?” Phil said with a little puppy dog look in his eye.

“Please stay. You are family so I think it’s only fair that you get to experience this with us.” You said grabbing Dan’s hand that was resting on your thigh.

“Everyone ready?” Dan said looking from you to Phil. Both Phil and yourself nodded before Dan hit the record button and took a deep breath. “Hello, internet. I am here with my lovely wife Y/N and Phil. Say hi Phil.” Phil gave a little hi and he gave a wave before leaning against the door frame again.”We are doing something I never thought I would be putting on this channel ever. These balloons are filled with glitter that will let us know the sex of our baby. If it turns out to be a boy we will be covered in Blue glitter and if it is a girl we will be covered in purple as Phil couldn’t find any stereotypical pink.” you gave a little smile as you let Dan finish his little spiel. As you thought of how crazy these past few months where you were brought back by the sound of Phil’s voice.

“Y/N? Are you ready to pop the balloons?” You felt silly that you spaced out but quickly grabbed a dart off of the table.

“Ready. Shall we get everyone to place their bets in the comments?” Dan laughed before grabbing his own dart off of the table.

“My bet is a girl. Phil?” Phil thought for a moment.

“I’m going with boy. That what my mum said so I’m going with her. What do you think it will be Y/N?”

“I really don’t know. I think I might be leaning to a girl like Dan. But there is only one way to find out. Will you count us down Phil?”

“Sure. On go pop those puppies. You both readied your dart as you held your balloon by its string. “Three, Two, Two and a half, it’s not too late. You could just not pop them.” Phil said biting his tongue with a smile.

“Phillip Lester!” Both Dan and yourself said at the same time.

“Sorry. One, Go!” You closed your eyes right as your dart hit your balloon. the pops made you scream a little before you opened to see the glitter mess everywhere. You didn’t really know what to say as the tears started to flood over your cheeks.

“It’s a girl!” Dan yelled as he squished your cheeks before planting a big kiss on your lips.

“Holy shit! It’s a girl!” You said happy crying as Dan wiped the tears away with his fingers.

“Congrats you guys! I am so excited for you and I’m even more excited that I don’t have to clean this mess up.”

You could care less about the mess. It was a beautiful mess in your opinion. Dan kept kissing your cheeks as he repeated over and over how he couldn’t believe it was a girl. “Told you it would be a girl Y/N,” Dan said one more time before shaking his hair so some of the purple would fly from his curls. You didn’t think it was possible but this reveal made you even more excited than before.

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imaginemedreamingstuff · 7 years

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“This is my boyfriend Dan, by the way” || Dan Howell

A/N: This was a really nice request I got, thanks for that. Also the title is a little bit different. Have a nice weekend!

Word Count: 1.5K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST

It all started on a Saturday morning. I was sitting on the breakfast table by myself. I munched on some toast and checked my emails, like I do it every morning. A cup of hot black coffee was cooling off next to my laptop that was in front of me.

All of the new messages were mostly spam and some business stuff but one email in particular caught my eye. As soon as I saw the title I instantly clicked on it:

“High School Reunion”

Suddenly I was filled with excitement and resentment at the same time.

As my eyes scanned the invite over and over again I heard Dan enter the kitchen. He was wearing his pyjama that consisted of boxers and a loose t-shirt and his hair was a curly mess that still managed to look good.

We had been best friends for years now and shared a flat together in London. Dan noticed my startled expression and immediately asked what the matter was with me.

My eyes were still glued to the words ‘Partners are welcome as well’ as I answered him. That sentence alone made me want to not go.

“I was just sent an invite to a high school reunion.” I explained while taking a sip from my coffee.

The dark liquid was still hot and nicely warmed my throat.

Dan yawned and poured some of his favourite cereal into a bowl.

“Why do you look like you were invited to a funeral then?” he asked me confused, as he added the milk and sat down on the table next to me.

“It’s says we should bring our partners and I don’t want to show up alone.” I sighed, the taste of coffee was still lingering on my tongue. It was as bittersweet as I felt right now.

Dan put his spoon, that he was eating his cereal with, down to eye me intensively.

“Why don’t you want to go there on your own?” he asked me, cocking one eyebrow.

I felt myself getting a little bit nervous and abashed. I played with my hands and sighed.

“I always got teased because I didn’t date a single guy during high school. I kinda promised myself that by the time the first reunion comes around I would have a boyfriend.” I admitted embarrassed and tried to hide my flushed face behind my hair.

There suddenly was a hint of a smile on his lips but it only lasted a few milliseconds.

“Forget it, it’s stupid.” I quickly told him, shaking my head eagerly. I half-heartedly laughed about myself as I hid my face in my hands.

“It’s definitely not stupid, Y/N. If it means so much to you then I could go with you, Y/N” Dan whispered as he gave me a short but warm hug.

“Really?” I asked him in surprise. Was he really suggesting that?

“I’d do quite a lot to make you happy, even pretend to be your boyfriend.” He smiled down at me as I whispered a sincere ‘thank you’ against his broad chest.

We were that kind of best friends that everybody mistook for a couple anyway. We were pretty affectionate towards each other, in a platonic way of course. Making it look like we were in a relationship was therefore not a very challenging task.

I was still nervous though when I got dressed the following Friday. I wanted to make an impression. I wanted people to look at me and think ‘wow, she really made it.’ I wanted to prove all of those people who never saw my potential in high school wrong.

“It’s just your friends from high school, Y/N.” Dan tried to calm me down as he walked in with his car keys in his hands.

I obviously didn’t grow up in central London, where our flat was, but in a small town about an hour away.

“I had like 4 close friends in high school, Dan.” I reminded him laughing.

I never tried to be popular or fit in, I found 4 wonderful friends and that was totally enough for me. My high school times were therefore quite drama free except for the fact that I was occasionally made fun of and told that I would stay single forever, of course.

We left our shared flat and drove to the place where we were going to meet up.

As soon as we got out of the car again, Dan automatically took my hand as if it was a totally normal thing to do. I looked up at him in surprise and stared at him with wide eyes until I caught on to what was happening.

We were here together, Dan was the ‘partner’ I brought along with me.

“Ohh” I mouthed, feeling a little blush make its way onto my cheeks. I hadn’t really thought about that.

I shot Dan a nervous look before we walked into the restaurant together where most of my old classmates were already waiting for everybody to arrive.

He reassuringly intertwined our fingers, making me smile.

I saw a lot of familiar faces, some hadn’t changed at all, some changed a lot. I didn’t stay in touch with anybody from high school, so I hadn’t seen anyone in almost 10 years.

“Hey Everyone!” I greeted all of them cheerfully.

Their heads turned and they eagerly eyed Dan and I up and down.

“Y/N Y/L/N is that you?” Kimberly, who had always been the straight A student, asked.

“Yeah, it’s me. C’mon I haven’t changed that much, have I? This is my boyfriend Dan, by the way.”

The last sentence felt weird and at the same time so… natural? Dan’s face beamed as the word ‘boyfriend’ left my mouth and I couldn’t hold back a sweet smile either. He said his greetings as well before we sat down at the huge table.

After everyone had arrived we ordered some drinks and started chatting. Everybody was asked to talk about what they have been up to since we all finished high school.

Then it was suddenly my turn.

“Well… I work as a lawyer for Youtube and me and Dan live in London now.” I told everybody.

Most people seemed impressed by the words Youtube, London and lawyer. Our home town was quite small and boring. London on the other hand being a beautiful big city sounded exciting.

“You studied law?” Somebody asked and I nodded.

“Yes, at Manchester University, that’s where I met Dan.” I smiled up at my tall ‘boyfriend’.

“So, are you a lawyer as well, Daniel?” Stacy, one of our former cheerleaders asked.

Dan was definitely getting some attention from the female part of our group. I protectively placed my hand on his thigh to show everyone that he was with me… which he actually wasn’t.

In reaction, he showed me his famous half smirk, as if he were saying ‘jealous much?’. I rolled my eyes at him but we both knew that he was right deep down.

“I’m not.” Dan laughed at the thought. “I finished like one semester before I dropped out. I’m a Youtuber now. That’s how me and Y/N met again.”

I could tell that Dan was feeling awkward once again because he didn’t know if people understood his profession.

Luckily though most people did and were now really interested in what Dan was doing.

He was asked all sorts of questions, and most of the conversations were focused on the two of us now since everybody treated Dan like he was a super famous celebrity and those were extremely rare in my old hometown.

I was very proud of Dan while he explained his job and passion. He then talked about me and how we met and that honestly made my heart melt. Could this really be? Who knew that I had feelings like that for my best friend? Everybody but us two probably.

“Who would have thought that you Y/N, out of all people, would hit the jackpot.” Stacy uttered completely stunned and barely able to keep her eyes off Dan.

“Nah, I feel like I was the one who hit the jackpot.” he softly said, while looking at me with loving eyes. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as some people around us ‘awwed’.

“Dan, stop it.” I whined smiling and gently hit his chest before I leaned my head against his broad shoulder. We were behaving like two lovey dovey teenagers, which we, let’s be real, probably really were.

“You two are perfect for each other.” Kimberly swooned like some of Dan’s fans on tumblr.

Dan and I’s gazes met as we both blushed.

“We are.” Dan whispered into my ear, making my heart skip a beat.

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swtki · 3 years

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hi this is my work, Jxazzy (the one who plagerised my work) has done this to other writers as well, they copy and paste a piece from Tumblr, then post it on Wattpad. They do not credit nor ask permission. I never thought I would have to say this about a fucking FANFICTION, but DO NOT claim work as your own, when it is not. I’m looking into getting it taken down, but as far as I can tell they went as far as to delete their account and their books on Wattpad have been mostly taken down. To find mine, I simply pasted a sentence from my tumblr post into the search bar, and it popped up. So while it may not be traceable via their profile, your work could still be up on Wattpad. I want to thank @draconisxcaput for alerting me about this. I’m kind of speachless in a way, I never thought I would worry about plagerism, I mean its internet smut for fucks sake! Anyways, my main message is: watch out for Jxazzy.

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thatgirlfrombosnia · 7 years

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Work (Dan X Reader)

This is a very short fluff I know I’m sorry, you’ll get a proper fanfic tomorrow😊 __________________ It was Sunday, which means that you can’t sleep in today because of all of the work you put last minute to do. The thought of leaving your warm bed made you grunt. You cuddled up very closely to your boyfriend. “Good morning, beautiful” Dan said in a raspy voice, kissing your forehead. “Morning” you said back and smiled. “What time is it?” “It’s 1 pm. We slept in” Dan said and smiled. You widened your eyes and jumped out of the bed. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Dan asked, with worry in his tone. “I have shitload work to do today, so I don’t exist for today.” “What a coincidence, I have a lot of work to do, as well” Dan smirked. The two of you working together never works out, because you either end up having sex or ordering food and procrastinating your work. “I don’t know, Danny…” “Oh come on. I promise I’ll behave” he smirked once again causing you to laugh at his moves. “Fine” you obeyed and walked to the nerd room. Dan went into the kitchen to make you guys some breakfast.

*** (skipping work cause its boring af)

You have spent the last 3 hours going through a lot of papers, while Dan was editing his video he filmed with Phil. “Done” he said taking his headphones off. “Good for you” you said not taking your eyes of the paper in front of you. He took his phone and turned ‘Nancy Mulligan’ by Ed Sheeran and started singing. “I asked her father, but her daddy said no. You can’t marry my daughter” he sang. “ Come on it’s your favorite song.” “Work” you said simply. He got up from his chair and walked behind yours, or should you say, Phil’s. “Dan, what are you doing?” You asked while he turned your chair, you now facing him. He kissed you and picked you up bridal style. “Dan, I have work.” “Y/n baby you’ve been working for hours, you need rest.” “And how are you gonna help me there?” You teased. By now the two of you got into your shared bedroom. He placed you onto the bed and layed next to you, pulling you into his chest. “We’re gonna cuddle, and you can’t escape” he said playing with your hair in the process. “Okay, I’m not complaining. But if I do get fired, it’s your fault” you laughed. “No one’s gonna fire that pretty face of yours, baby girl” Dan said, making your pretty face turn red.

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fangirl-of-dan-and-phil · 7 years

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Sunday Cuddles - Dan Howell X Reader

It was a Sunday afternoon, you had just made yours and Dans shared bed, he was in the living room watching a show.

You decided to lay on the bed, grabbing a throw blanket and a book. Soon enough Dan came in and laid next to you. "What are you doing sweetheart?" Dan asked you softly. "Just reading, waiting for you" You answered his question, a soft smile on your face

"So why aren't you in the bed then?" He asked another question. "Well, I just made it, so why ruin it?" You asked back. "Well that way we can cuddle better" He said chuckling. "Come on, help me with this" He added.

You got up from your spot and helped him with the blankets, soon you were both laying down. You weren't cuddling, you were just laying there, happily in silence. It's like Dan read your thoughts cause he grabbed you from behind and pulled you into his chest.

You loved days like these, where neither of you talked much, just enjoying each other. It was rare that days like this happened, but when they happened it was amazing. Dan started playing with your hair and you dozed off. Falling asleep safely in his arms.

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Hey guys! I haven't posted on here in a bit, my writers block has been awful lately, but here's this cute one-shot! I hope you liked it!

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awkwarddezzy · 7 years

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It Will Always Just Be Me

Pairing: Dan x reader

Genre: romance, smut, angst, fluff (though it’s mostly angst)

Song: Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by Panic! At the Disco [I’ll never get over how long this song title is]

TW: swearing (aka I lost count of how many times I used the word ‘fuck’)

Word count: 3,212

For @phanny-fics writing competition. This song has been a guilty pleasure of mine lately, and my mind screamed ‘FANFIC THIS.’ Cause you know, this is what happens when I turn to the emo trinity to keep my writing juices flowing. Also, on a random note, when I Googled the lyrics for this song, I literally just typed in ‘panic at the disco lying is’ because there was no way in hell I was gonna type in the entire song title in the search bar. 😅

When she shows up knocking at my door, I’m this close to slamming the door on her face. For an entire week, I didn’t receive a call, text, or any form of communication from her. Not only did she make me crave for her attention, but her ignorance made me feel pathetic. Here I am, pinning my heart for the girl of my dreams. Too bad I’m too stubborn to see that my dream girl is also my worst nightmare.

“What are you doing here?”

She glides into my flat, initially not answering my question. She’s wearing those pair of heels, the black “fuck me” heels that she purposefully teases me with. And her dress… damn it, she shouldn’t be wearing such alluring clothing in public.

“Why do you think I’m here?”

I lock the door. Thank god Phil is spending the entire day with PJ. I don’t need Phil to pity me again for having a weak resolve.

“Who is it this time?”

“What makes you think there’s a who?”

I laugh bitterly. Does she think I’m blind? “I know you, (Y/N). Who’s the poor sap this time?”

She pouts, dropping her purse on the floor. “His name doesn’t matter.”

“So there is a someone.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“It is if you’re just here to fuck me again,” I snap.

She tenses. Gotcha. She’s way too transparent.

“Stop talking.” She steps closer to me until the front of our bodies touch. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you later. For now-” she snakes her arm around my neck, “Let’s have some fun.”

I have to resist. This isn’t worth it. I’m only going to be left with disappointment again.

“Look at me, Dan.” Her thumb brushes along the corner of my mouth. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ve been busy-”

“Bullshit. If you were busy, you were busy finding another fuck buddy.” I try to put some distance between our bodies, though she won’t let me. Her arms stay around my neck and now her breasts are squished against my chest.

“It’s not like that.” Her voice trembles and vulnerability replaces her apparent lust. “You know I want to be with you. But we can’t be together. My parents don’t like you. Your fans will bash us.”

Shit, I hate when she pulls that card. She isn’t wrong. Her parents aren’t entirely accepting of the idea of us as anything more than friends. The Phan shippers and zealous fangirls will definitely direct flames toward her. As much as I loathe her behavior, I know she’s doing this to protect my reputation. She’s scared of her feelings for me, so she’s quick to say yes to any man who shows any interest to her, even when all those men only want her for her body.

I’m not that kind of man. I want all of her and so much more.

“It always boils down to that reason, huh?”

She nods. Her dropped guard disappears and her (E/C) irises are back to their lustful state. “Let’s forget all that for now. Please?”

I can’t say no to her.

I cup her cheeks and mash our lips together. She groans, tangling her fingers in my hair. She steps backward until we both fall on the sofa. Our mouths disconnects, and her tantalizing smile makes me forget my resistance.

Our clothes are discarded, left as a messy heap on the floor.

Her heels stay on. If she wears “fuck me” heels, she’s going to get fucked while wearing them.

When we’re naked, I tell her to bend over the arm of the sofa.

“We’re doing this my way,” I whisper huskily in her ear.

She obeys, and I bite my lip at the sight of her wet and ready for me. She yelps when my palm spanks her ass.

“This is for fucking someone behind my back.” Another slap. “This is for making me go seven days without you.” Slap. “Seven.” Slap. “Goddamn.” Slap. “Days.” Slap. “And this is just because I wanted to.”

“Stop teasing me,” she whines.

“I’ll tease you as much as I want to.” When we’re alone like this, I’m in control. She can have me wrapped around her finger again when this is over.

“Fuck me,” she murmurs.

“Beg for it.”

Her breath hitches. She knows this was coming. I won’t give her what she wants that easily.

“Please fuck me.”

“Where would you like me to fuck you?” I graze over her slit with my index finger. “Here?” I move the same finger to her anus. “Or here?”

“W-Whatever you want.”

“Ah.” I move my finger back to her slit. “So here. How would you like me to fuck you?” I use my thumb to rub circles on her clit. “Like this?” My index finger buries into her and I slowly move it in and out. “Or like this?”

“T-that works.”

“Or…” My unoccupied hand guides my cock to her pussy so the tip brushes along her clit. “Would you like me to use this?”

“I don’t care!” she wails. “Just please… please fuck me already.”

There. That’s how I want her: reduced to a needy mess.

So I give her what he wants. She screams in relief when I finally push my cock into her. I pour my week-long frustrations into her. My body thrusts rapidly in and out of her, my hands gripping her hips roughly that I’m certain there’ll be bruises forming by tomorrow morning. In the back of my mind, my gentle side is begging me to slow down, to savor the moment and remember that our time is limited. For her, the concept of forever doesn’t exist for us.

But I don’t care. I’ll take what I can get, even if what I get are scarce leftovers.

Curse words fall from her mouth constantly. Her arms struggle to hold herself up, until it gives out and the upper half of her body slumps atop the couch arm. I’m glad these walls are somewhat soundproof; god forbid the complaints from our neighbors who might think I’m murdering someone in here.

“That’s it,” I croon. “Let it out, (Y/N).”

“Shit… I’m gonna come.”

“Good girl. Come for me. Show me who’s mine.”

She shouts my name, her orgasm causing mine to follow a few seconds later. I drown in the sounds of our pleasure. This was worth waiting an entire week for. This was worth the tension when she waltzed into my home and was capable of shattering the barriers I put up around me.

“Whoa,” she breaths once we finish riding our highs. “I totally missed that.”

“Same here, sweetie.”

“Mmmm…” I pull out of her, moving to lie on the couch. She takes a minute to remove her heels. I’m tempted to spank her again; if she’s showing her backside to me like this on purpose, the joke is on her. I’ve already gotten what I wanted. I can wait another ignorant week.

“His name’s Gordon.” She kicks off her heels and lays down on top of me. She rests her head on my chest. “I met him while I was at a bar with (B/F/N).”

“And you slept with him.”

“Nope.”

“But you will.”

“Maybe, if I like him enough.”

“Have you kissed him?”

She lifts her head to look at me. The slight glimmer in her eyes confirms my question.

“We only kissed. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“I’m not.” Yeah I am. I have to know how much of an asshole he is right of the bat.

“I’m going on a real date with him tomorrow.” She caresses my cheek. “We had a good conversation when we met. If our date goes well… Dan, I think he could be the one.”

“You’re saying that and you barely know him.”

She sighs. “Yeah…but I’m crossing my fingers. Heartbreak is a bitch.”

Of course it is. But she wouldn’t have to keep experiencing heartbreak if she just picked me.

This is what we are. We’re more star-crossed than Romeo and Juliet. Our teen-like hearts, beating fast in a secluded flat, close to touch but unable to beat in sync.

˜:˜

Gordon is a dick. I don’t know the guy, but I know he is. Every man that (Y/N) has been with is. They’ll use her, trick her into thinking she’s the only apple to their eyes. It’s a lie, because they only see her as the bruised apple and there’s another woman out there who’s the ripest apple of their tree.

Phil doesn’t seem to think so. He thinks Gordon is different. It’s the first time that Phil has ever said that about her boyfriends. It worries me, because if Phil is right, Gordon isn’t an asshole and he’s falling in love with her in the pure way that I’m doing. He’s stealing my girl. I won’t swallow that fact lightly.

I deserve her. I deserve the love that she gives to other men one hundred percent. I deserve her at her best and worst. Not Gordon. Not a man who’s going to be another ex.

A few days pass. Then a week. A month. Three months. She barely comes to the flat. We haven’t had sex since she dropped by the flat to first tell me about Gordon. Thankfully, there aren’t long durations without receiving texts and calls from her anymore. We’ve reached a point where I can call her anytime and she’ll be likely to answer it.

However, it doesn’t remove the ache in my chest at the thought of (Y/N) and Gordon as a couple. The longer they’re together, the less optimism I have of (Y/N) and I as endgame. Phil still tells me to keep my hopes alive, though I’m beginning to truly give up this time around. What’s the point of waiting for a girl that can’t reciprocate my feelings?

Why am I still choosing to be single?

˜:˜

I try not to think about (Y/N) at the next YouTube party. I have a blast hanging out with Phil and our YouTube friends. I drink more than I normally do. Louise teases that the beast in me is finally released.

Oh Louise, if only she knew that there was already someone else who has seen my beastly side before.

I’m flat-out drunk before midnight. Phil calls someone to pick me up. He knows he should go home too so he could look after me, but I tell him to stay. I know he wants to. I’m not letting my drunkenness take away his night to have fun.

Despite my hazy mind, my tiny bit of soberness sees who took me home. She doesn’t talk during the entire ride and she doesn’t turn on the radio. The silence in her car brings peace to my brain. It’s lessening an urge to vomit.

She helps me walk into my flat. Or rather, stumble my way through. My urge to vomit returns and I immediately throw up in the loo as soon as we get inside. My brain is desperate for sleep, though my tired body wants me to stay awake. So I stumble back into my bedroom and collapse on my bed. Not too long later, she joins me.

“You shouldn’t have gotten drunk,” she scolds me, sitting down on the mattress.

“Didn’t want to turn down free drinks,” I mumble.

“You’ve done that before.”

“I regret doing that.”

She shakes her head in disappointment. “What’s gotten into you? You normally don’t drink yourself to this point.”

“Why do you think I got myself drunk? I think you know.”

“No, I don’t.”

“It’s because I love you, okay? I love you and I can’t have you and we’ve talked about this so many times already. But it’s still the same. You want love, just not with me. For my sake and all that other shit.”

“Dan-”

“I fucking hate you,” I spat. “I hate being in love with you. I’m sick of you telling me that you’re sacrificing our chance to be together to protect my reputation. But I’m fucking sacrificing shit too. You’re not even giving me a chance and I’m forced to just watch you get your heart broken all the damn time. I’m tired of it. I’m so, so, so tired of it.”

I close my eyes after my outburst. I don’t see nor hear her reaction. As I fall unconscious, I smile at the burden I’ve finally gotten out of my chest.

It feels better than all the orgasms I’ve had from her.

˜:˜

I wake up the next day with a massive headache. I feel like a boulder pounded through my skull repetitively and I haven’t died from it. The sweet release of death would’ve been so much better than to be conscious with this mental hell.

(Y/N) is nowhere in sight. There’s two Tylenol pills and a glass of water on my dresser. I don’t know if it’s Phil or (Y/N) who left it there.

I swallow the pills and drink the water. I wait for my hangover to subside. I stay in bed for nearly an additional hour before I can stand up with minimal pain in my head.

Phil is eating a sandwich in the kitchen when I exit my bedroom. He grins upon seeing me awake.

“Hey,” I grumble.

“Hey! You feeling better?”

“I’m feeling more shit than usual.”

Phil chuckles. “I’m not surprised.”

“Where’s (Y/N)?”

“She left a couple of hours ago. Said she wanted to stay, but she had something important to take care of.”

Ugh. Gordon is that important thing.

Phil gives me a hesitant gaze. “Ummm… (Y/N) texted me not too long ago.”

“What’d she say?”

“She broke up with Gordon.”

I freeze. Am I hearing this right?

“She texted you first, but you didn’t answer back. I told her you were still asleep. She said she’ll call back tonight.”

Fuck it. I’ll call her right now.

I dash to my room and grab my iPhone. There’s one unread text from her, though I ignore it and dial her number instead. I know what the text entails. What I need is to hear the news through her own mouth than words on a phone screen.

“Yo.”

“You really broke up with Gordon?”

“What, I don’t get a good afternoon?”

“Good afternoon, (Y/N). Now spill.”

She sighs. “Yes, Dan. I broke up with Gordon.”

“Why?”

“Do you not remember what you told me last night?”

I rack through my memories of last night. There was a party. I got drunk. (Y/N) drove me home. I said some things to her… wait.

I told her I love her.

I said “I love you” to (Y/N).

Fuck. My. Life. I wasn’t supposed to do that.

“Meet me outside your flat. I wanna talk to you face-to-face.”

“Uh… yeah. I’ll… see you.”

The surprise hits me more when the call ends. She knows how I feel for her. All this time, she only knew that I was interested in pursuing a relationship with her. Not that I love her. No, I intended to save those three words until we got through a first date.

Phil notices my shocked expression as I walk out my room. He’s done with his sandwich, and he beams, probably knowing what we talked about.

“(Y/N)’s coming over?”

I nod, still speechless.

“I’ll be in my room if you need me.” He winks. “Just don’t be too loud, eh?”

I scowl, sticking my tongue out. I’m going to talk to her, not fuck her senseless. I can save that for a later time.

“I’m happy for you, Dan. Go get your girl.”

My scowl switches to a grateful smile. It’s thanks to Phil’s advising that I’ve been able to rationally deal with my emotions toward (Y/N).

“She was always my girl,” I reply. “It just took her a lifetime to accept it.”

˜:˜

When (Y/N) arrives driving her (your favorite car), I open the car door and sit down on the shotgun seat. It would be more comfortable for us talk in my flat, but if we wind up arguing, it wouldn’t be fair for Phil to be forced to eavesdrop on it.

“Hi,” I greet.

“Hey.”

“So…”

“Last night made me think about a lot of things.” She unbuckles her seatbelt. “It was a lot to take in. I… I was ashamed. I knew you were hurt from all the dating failures I’ve had and me going to you because of it. But I never thought you’d be in love with me. I thought you only cared about me as a close friend. In all the relationships I’ve had, you’re the only one I’ve ever felt insecure about falling for. All the other guys, I didn’t mind if I got my heart broken. As long as I tried, hey, at least I know they’re not the one. With you, I was genuinely afraid I’d really lose you as a friend if we fell in love. Liking: I’m okay with that. Sex: I’ll roll with it. Love: I’d rather lose a limb than have my heart make that commitment. Gordon’s cool, but he isn’t you. He’s funny, he’s understanding, he’s hot as hell and a fantastic kisser. But I can’t love him. I can’t see myself saying yes if he proposed to me one day. If you proposed… I’d honestly say yes before you even asked ‘Will you marry me?’”

“(Y/N), are you saying you want to get hitched?”

She giggles. “You’re missing the point. I love you too, you dork. I broke up with Gordon because I realized I’m supposed to be with you. I don’t care what my parents and your friends will say. If I want to have Daniel Howell as my boyfriend, then I’ll let him be my boyfriend.”

“So you want to be my girlfriend?“

She grins, her head moving up and down excitedly. She moves her mouth to my ear. “I want the man who’s a freak on YouTube and in the sheets.”

I laugh, elated that my nightmare is over. I don’t have to keep us a secret to the public anymore. “Want me to prove that to you in here?”

She raises an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe.”

Her grin doesn’t falter as she drives her car elsewhere. She moves it at a more isolated location, and once she finishes parking, she pounces.

We kiss each other hungrily. We move to the passenger seat so we have more room. I inch her dress up and slide her panties down her legs. She pulls down my pants down to my feet. We groan in unison as I bury myself to the hilt inside her. My movements are slow, a first since sex became a factor in our lives. Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking her Clothes off by Panic at the Disco is playing on the radio, partially masking the sounds of the moans and groans escaping our lips. How fitting, except now my girl is officially my girlfriend.

We don’t fuck. We make love. We take our time, and after we reach our peaks, I hug my lover close.

We can dance to this beat for as long as she’ll have me.

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damnsammmmfics · 6 years

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Drive

A/N: Hey guys, so this one is kinda based off of a car ride I had with this guy that I really like, and as soon as I got home I immediately listened to this song and cried to my best friend. (also, this took me MONTHS to write, im talking since like fucking June-Julyish) P.s halsey is queen

Warnings: explicit language

Song(s) Used: Drive- Halsey

Pairing: Dan x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1401 words

Your P.O.V

It was late, must've been around 1:45 am on a Friday night. The party I was currently attending with a few friends was still in full swing, but I was bored. Maybe it was because of the fact that I wasn't drinking, because I had to be the sober driver, but I was bored. My night has consisted of being hit on by my friends and watching my drunk friends act in an animalistic state.

As I was sitting there, thinking about wanting to go home, Dan comes over and sits next to me and leans his head on my shoulder.

"(Y/N), can you take me home? I'm really tired." He asks, slurring his words slightly. I giggle at how childish he looks, feeling butterflied in my stomach because of the close contact we have. I say yes and we stand up and head out the door.

I jump in the drivers seat as he jumps in the passengers seat next to me. We put our seat belts on and then I start up the car. There's something about having this insanely attractive guy in the car with me, that makes me feel so awkward and nervous. I wrap my hand around the stick shift and put the car into reverse, reversing out of the drive way, and then when we reversed out, I put the car into drive, and then we were taking off.

I quickly glance at Dan sitting in the passengers side and he looks so peaceful, so content, his face illuminated from my headlights bouncing off of an exit sign that I just missed. "Fuck" I curse to myself. But Dan, he just laughed at me

I feel like I cant keep my eyes off of him, but as dangerous as that is as a driver, I wish I could just stare at him forever.

It's always been obvious that I like Dan, and it's always been kind of obvious that he likes me, except neither of us are willing to admit it to each other in fear of rejection. And so we drive, and i think about all of the feelings buried inside of me, hiding them, not wanting him to know just yet, but I always feel like I'm waiting for a sign from him that gives me a definite answer to whether or not he does feel the same way about me.

I quickly glance over at him, and the look on his face, maybe he's thinking the same thing, maybe he's thinking about all the feelings that he hides. I guess we let our pride get in the way when it comes to admitting our feelings.

I turn my music on to release some the awkwardness in this silent car. And the first song that comes on is Creep by Radiohead.

"Holy shit, I love this song!" Dan exclaims excitedly as he turns the music up. I let out a little giggle at his excited behaviour. He's everything I could ever want, he is perfection to me, and also Dan managed to sing out the words perfectly in tune; maybe that was because the actual song was playing, so it was easier for him to get the notes, but he did.

We stopped at a red light, and I look at him for a little while, just admiring him in all of his glory. His cheeks red from the alcohol that was consumed, the smile on his face, looking content; his lips. Looking at his lips illuminated by the red light in front of us, it's almost like I can feel his soft lips on my neck and I can't shake off that feeling. It's like a tingly feeling on my neck that nerve goes away.

"What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. I don't belong here....." Dan finished the song in a harmonious tune, it was quite beautiful actually.

"Oh my god that was so bad" he laughs. Almost as if his laugh is echoing down the high way. His laugh is so compelling, such a joyous sound. His laugh always makes me happy, instead of feeling the hollowness in my chest, I feel happiness.

This whole process was going fairly slow, I mean the whole 'Dan and I' process. Apart of me wishes he woud just make a move already, but then another part of me wishes he wouldn't. Why? because theres nothing worse than getting what you've always wanted, only for it to end up being not what you thought it was gonna turn out to be, and not what you wanted in the first place.

What if that would happen to us? It's something I've had high hopes of for a while now, and what of Dan and I get into a relationship and nothing is what i thought it would be and the both of us wind up being disappointed and hurt. What if?

"What are you thinking about?" Dan leans over to my side of the car and whispers in my ear. The feeling of his warm breath slightly on my neck is enough to send shivers down my spine. I swallow hard, trying not to think about what just happened.

"N-nothing, just trying to concentrate and getting you home in one piece." I joked. I could feel his eyes on me, burning through my skin, and I knew what look he was giving me. His smirking face. "But seriously, it's not important, don't worry about it."

We were stopped at another red light and I looked over at his face, he looked like he was almost disappointed. "Well, you're one of my bestfriends, and i would've thought you would be able to tell me anything that's on your mind." Best friend. Best friend. Best friend. Just bestfriend, and that's all I'll ever be I guess.

"It's a conversation for later, Dan" I sighed as I started driving again, about 5 minutes away from his flat. But he wasn't having any of it.

"Pull over" he demanded

"What? Dan n-"

"Pull over (Y/N) Goddammit!" He shouted. I obeyed and pulled over on the side of the road

"Dan! What the fuck's your problem?" I yelled at him, looking at him like he was crazy (but i was probably the crazy one)

He looks at me, his brown eyes burning into mine. "Fuck sakes (Y/N)! I know theres something you want to tell me! I'm not stupid." I look down after he says those words, contemplating whether or not it's worth it. I look at him with regret in my eyes. Regret for not telling him, but also regret for even having this conversation in the first place. He looks at me almost the same way. "(Y/N), you know I like you, so if thats what you were thinking about, then please tell me. I can't be left with all these questions with no answers to them." Dan confessed softly. His confession should've shocked me, but it didn't because he's right, I knew.

"Then you must know that I like you too? You can't be that oblivious can you?" I admitted, slight annoyance in my voice mixed in with a giggle (if that's even possible). Dan laughed shaking his head.

"Yes, I can be that oblivious." he giggles to himself "So, what do we do now?" Dan asks, uncertainty in his voice.

"Well it's simple, we can't stay here on the side of the road all night. So how about I take you home?" I asked but he smiled and shook his head no.

"Orrrr we could...." He smiles and leans in, closer, closer, closer until i feel his lips on top of mine. We both smile into the kiss and honestly? It's everything I imagined

"All we do is drive. All we do is think about the feelings that we hide. All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign, sick and full of pride. All we do is drive..."

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xximnotcreativexx · 7 years

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Daniel Howell - Not Afraid Anymore (M/A)

(Yes I love this song. I hope you don’t mind that I added a little past to the character, it seemed kind of fitting. Enjoy!)

(Warnings: sexual themes, mentions of past abuse, hint of angst at the beginning.)

It had been a couple years since he had left you. Not only did he leave you lonely, but he left you scarred and fearful of receiving the same manipulation he had put you through from everyone else. It took forever for you to escape the shell he had abandoned you in, and it needed some major prodding from your close friend Daniel.

“(Y/N) I know he hurt you, and god I still want to kill him for what he did to you, but do you know how much it’s hurting me to see you like this? I need the old (Y/N) back... come on.” For a long amount of time you were afraid of affection from men. Even fondness from Dan frightened you beyond no end, and he has been your friend since grade two.

Your ex had ruined you. You still remember the countless times he had laid his hands on your body abusively. Even though you had gotten past your initial fear of Daniel after your ex, you still flinched every time he came close to you.

It was that day, four years after the break up, that you finally decided to come out of your shell. You couldn’t find yourself letting your built up walls around your heart down, so you still denied any displays of endearment towards you, but it was a lot less fearful now. The apartment you shared with Dan and his friend Phil was a lot more light and playful when you became determined to get out of the seemingly permanent funk you were in.

Daniel had been different lately; and it wasn’t hard for you to pick up on it. He would make slightly suggestive moves on you now and again and you were okay with it mostly, knowing that he would never go too far with his advances. That was until one night he had been a little tipsy when he returned home, triggering some part of his brain that caused him to make moves on you that raised red flags in your head. You were extremely uncomfortable as he slurred his words out, the smell of alcohol rolling off of his tongue.

Despite Phil being asleep in the next room, when Dan tried to put you on his lap you squealed out and glared at Dan, tears beginning to rush down your face. You ended up locking yourself in your room, your drunk friend falling asleep outside your door after pounding on it, begging you to forgive him. You could never forget that night. That morning you stared emptily at the ceiling, almost as if it were a void. Your heart was aching after the events of last night, but you knew you needed to talk to him.

“I… I can’t do that Dan. I love you so much, but I don’t think I could ever do that again after what he did to me.” You had explained that morning, your feelings pouring out like water from a flood gate. Dan’s hair was standing on end as you spoke. He was devastated by what he did to you last night, and the fact that you were now in his room crying as you explained how you felt definitely didn’t help at all.

But in the end he swore that he would only love and cherish you, and not do anything you didn’t want him to. And thus arose a blooming relationship between the two of you.

~two years later~

You were ready. It had taken you years to get over the fear, but you loved Daniel and you were ready to give him every bit of you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you sat on the bed. Daniel was on his way home, that you knew, so you were sitting on the bed staring down at the carpeted floor in only a revealing dress. You knew he’s wanted this for a while, and you hoped he would be pleased with what he saw.

When the door to your bedroom opened your heart stopped. Time seemed to slow as you looked up at Dan, standing silently in the door frame. His eyes scanned you up and down and it wasn’t hard for you to become shy under his gaze. Your eyes moved to stare down at the ground once again before your face was lifted by fingers under your chin. His appendages were soft against your skin, your flesh seeming to tingle where he touched.

I am not afraid anymore.

You reached your hands out to touch the bottom hem of his shirt, staring longingly into his eyes. You slowly began lifting his shirt, his eyes boring into your own while your fingers ghosted along his flat stomach. A small smirk adorned his features causing your heart to flutter.

Standing in the eye of the storm

I’m ready to face this

He rid himself completely of his top pushing your body back softly against the bed, leaning over you. Your mind was reeling and you felt like your body was on fire as you stared up at the man you have loved for as long as you can remember. He leaned his head down to capture your lips in a warm, passionate kiss.

Dying to taste this, sick sweet warmth

Your arms timidly reached up to wrap around his neck as you kissed, your lips moving perfectly in sync.

I am not afraid anymore

You pushed his body against your own with your arms, one of your hands tangling in his soft brown locks. A magnetic pull brought you two even closer, heat accumulating between the two of you.

I want what you got in store.

His lips left yours, leaving you close to breathless while he kissed your jaw. His lips trailed sloppy kisses along your neck, eliciting a soft moan from within your chest when he found your sweet spot. You gasped softly as he began sucking and nibbling on that spot, surprised at how much pleasure he was already bringing you.

I’m ready to feed now, get in your seat now…

His hands found your thighs when his lips left the crook of your neck. His fingers fumbled with the bottom hem of your dress, before slipping underneath the thin cloth to trail his fingers softly along your inner thighs, lifting your dress up to your waist. You shivered in delight from his touch, staring up at him in disappointment when his hands left your thighs after wrapping them around his waist. He stared up at you innocently when your hands reached up to touch his chest. You gasped in surprise when he grinded against you, groaning at the feeling of the long awaited friction.

And touch me like you never.

And push me like you never.

And touch me like you never.

Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore.

You kissed his lips softly before flipping him over, crawling off of him and standing up beside the bed. He stared at you, his eyes darkened with lust as he watched you play with the straps of your dress. You took a deep breath as you pulled the straps off all the way.

I am not ashamed anymore

I want something so impure

You locked eyes with him again, a soft smile dominating your features. You bravely winked at him, swaying your body slowly as you worked off your dress.

You better impress now, watching my dress now fall to the floor.

You released the cloth from your fingers, staring at him as he watched the flimsy thing fall to the ground. His hands instantly reached out for your waist, pulling you on top of him, kissing the tops of your breasts while looking up at you between his lashes. One of his hands gripped at one of your ass cheeks while the other reached up to caress your neck. He pulled your head closer to his, moving slightly to whisper in your ear.

“You look so beautiful, I can’t believe I finally get to claim you as mine.” His voice was soft, the feeling of his hot breath against your ear made you shiver.

Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin.

A passionate kiss ensued, your lips locking sweetly with his. He flipped you over, once again hovering over you as one of his hands reached to cup your perfectly sized breasts. He kneaded softly, his mouth moving to suck gently at the other one. You arched your back slightly, astonished at the feeling.

“Please Dan. I need you.” A large grin overtook his features at your words, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Begging you to take me. Devil underneath your grin.

He stood up and took off his pants and boxers simultaneously. Your eyes traveled down his chest to stare at his large member. Your mouth watered, your heart pounded, your heat wettened, you were so ready.

Sweet thing, but you play to win. Heaven gonna hate me.

You grabbed his wrist to pull him towards you, an appealing smile appearing on his face as you pulled him on top of you. Your arms and legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they both wrapped around him. His member was pressed lightly against your folds causing butterflies to erupt crazily wtihin your stomach.

“Are you ready?” You nodded eagerly at his question, arching your back as he pushed in.

And touch me like you never.

His lips pressed hotly against your neck as he stilled himself so you could grow accustomed to his size.

Push me like you never.

His hands removed your arms from his neck to hold them above your head as he began pumping himself, his lips still moving slowly against your neck.

And touch me like you never.

You moaned loudly asking him to lift his head so you could look deeply into his eyes as he made love to you. You smiled, genuinely, for the first time in a long time.

Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore… no, no, no.

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