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Summary: Dan doesn’t understand why some people are so damn homophobic.
Give Yourself A Try - analester
Summary: Phil Lester thinks he is straight. At least until he gets to uni and meets Dan Howell. Being gay is extremely frowned upon, so Phil tries his best to stay away from Dan, but it becomes difficult when his professor asks Dan to tutor him. Afraid of being shunned by his friends and family, Phil tries his best to suppress his feelings, but how can he when Dan is so pretty?
If Only I Could Love You - phantasising
Summary: Dan Howell is one of the most popular kids in school, with a badboy reputation to uphold. On the day that he meets the new boy, Phil Lester, who seems just as bad as himself, he wants to get to know him better.
I’ll Give You Pride (ao3) - ordanary
Summary: Dan’s upset that he can’t go to pride so Phil brings pride to him.
I Was Lost (ao3) - mollieblack
Summary: Dan’s parents are abusive, and he doesn’t talk about it…. until he meets Phil Lester.
Phil’s parents are strict, religious, and incredibly homophobic, and he allows their lifestyle to keep him from admitting to himself what he wants…. until he meets Dan Howell.
Nail Polish (ao3) - hellborn
Summary: In which pastel!dan paints Phil’s nails everyday, and everyday, Phil scratches it off before he gets home in fear of his parents seeing it.
I’m Dreaming of a Happier Christmas (ao3) - tjmcharg
Summary: Not the most comfortable Christmas to say the least.
Repose - allthephils
Summary: Phil’s spent 5 years trying to forget about the time he spent with Prince Daniel. When a generations old curse leaves Dan vulnerable and in danger of being lost forever, Phil may be the only one who can help him.
Safe Place (ao3) - panlesters
Summary: When Dan has an argument with his dad, the only place he wants to be is in the north, in Phil’s arms.
The Day You Took The Good Away - petewent
Summary: Dan was Phil’s purpose, and he had taken all of his good away.
The Scenic Route - eggamame
Summary: In an AU where everyone has the inability to see color until they find their soulmate, Phil seeks out a person who could give him color before his twenty-fifth birthday, when his uncolored eyesight becomes permanent. He meets Dan and thinks that he could be the soulmate he’s been looking for, but Dan’s homophobic parents get in the way.
Summary: After moving house, Dan and Phil individually decide that the timing is right for another kind of move: one that will unite them and change the course of their relationship forever. Phil’s family is thrilled and supportive, but Dan’s family, as has been typical his whole life, just doesn’t understand. False starts and dramatic turns follow as the two men navigate their lives together and try to become one.
We’d Make A Cute Couple - pasteldanhowells
Summary: Dan comes out to his parents and of course they’re not happy and think it’s a phase. Dan enlists the help of his best friend Phil to pretend to be his boyfriend.
Dan's mood changes with the weather. That's why fall is always the hardest.
teen & up audiences
980 words
ao3 link
Contains references to depression, hurt/comfort, death mention (in relation to plants, not people), small mention of being cursed/bad luck
Dan's mood changes with the weather. That's why fall is the hardest.
One might assume that winter would be the worst, but that's far from the truth. The sun rising over snowy pastures, the rays of golden light glimmering off the rolling waves of freshly-fallen snow, the growing feeling warmth and joy and holiday cheer in Dan's chest. He lived for it.
When he could look up and see small flurries of snowflakes begin to tumble from the clouds - free, limitless, whimsical. When he could look out his window in the morning and see a dusting of powder on the pavement below his apartment - composed, grounded, at peace.
Wintertime could be a rollercoaster, but it was better than autumn.
Dan hated that such a pretty word brought such feelings of distaste. But he couldn't help it.
On the days it wasn't wet and rainy, it was suffocatingly bleak. As the leaves began to shrivel up and fall, so would Dan's mood. There was something about watching the flora die around him that ate at his soul.
At least in the wintertime, he would get a bit of a break, a sunny day here and there to melt all the snow. But fall was ruthless.
So that's why Dan, always being one for theatrics, found himself wandering around a graveyard on a chilly October morning.
Dan spent a lot of time at the graveyard. Not a concerning amount of time, but enough that he had become acquainted with the place. He dragged his feet through the damp brown leaves covering the ground and drifted over to one of the graves.
It was old and not very tall, placed near a cobblestone mausoleum. The grey stone of the grave was beginning to chip away and was discolored in some places due to decades of standing tall against the rain and sun. It had been worn down by the weather so much that the slight curve at the top of it had smoothed out to an almost flat surface. Dan ignored the metaphor and sat down on the grave.
He pulled the sleeves of his black sweater down over his frozen fingertips, then tilted his head up to look at the dark clouds that hung above the graveyard. He took a deep breath and tried to shake off the feelings of gloom and despair but he just couldn't.
He never could, not if it was fall.
He knew Phil would find him soon, not that he minded. It was nice how much Phil cared for him. Dan cared for Phil, too, loved him, but it was hard to express that on days (weeks, months) like these. But it was always nice to have someone to help shoulder the burden. A life partner to care for him and love him no matter what, even when his heart felt gravestone-heavy and his brain felt zombie-tired. When he felt... well, when he felt like autumn.
Of course Phil couldn't fix Dan, and would even argue that Dan didn't need to be fixed. That this thing Dan had spent so long resenting himself for was just a part of what made Dan the complex, unique, remarkable person he was.
Dan was one of the few people whose mood changed with the weather. He often wondered if his body would catch fire when the Earth inevitably burst into flames due to global warming. That would be ironic.
Dan could still find (albeit dark) humor even in the worst seasons because even though his mood depended on the big man up in the sky, his emotions did not. He could still laugh joyously when Phil would show Dan the silly couple's costume he bought them for their friend's Halloween party and he could still roll his eyes when he found out that Phil ate all the candy that was supposed to be for trick or treaters.
But even when Dan was laughing or smiling, if the weather was dark and cloudy there would always be a hidden heaviness behind it.
“Contemplating again?” a voice came from behind Dan. He recognized it immediately and a smile grew on his face.
“Maybe. What are you going to do about it?” Dan replied, voice more lighthearted than he felt. Dan knew he would get there soon; Phil had a tendency to make Dan feel sparks of emotions he didn’t know he was capable of feeling on days like this.
“Join you?” he suggested. That only made Dan smile even wider.
Phil came into view then, wearing his blue corgi sweater and ripped black jeans. And... running shoes?
“You go for a jog?” Dan asked, scooting over so Phil could sit next to him. He didn’t comment on Dan’s choice of location - it wasn’t the first time Phil had found him sitting like this.
“Not really. Just took the normal path to get to you,” Phil shrugged.
They were silent for a moment before Dan sniffed and spoke up. “I love you.”
“I know,” Phil said, lacing his fingers with Dan’s, “I love you, too.”
They stayed like that for a few moments, Phil tracing patterns on Dan’s hand with his own and Dan looking at the sky, hoping uselessly for the sun to poke through the thick layer of clouds, even just for a moment.
Both men were drawn from their thoughts when they heard a light scraping sound.
“What’s that?” Phil asked.
Before Dan could answer, a black cat rounded the corner of the mausoleum, its claws clinking against the pavement.
“Oh thank god,” Phil breathed out, causing Dan to laugh.
“Were you actually scared?” Dan asked.
“Only a little!”
Dan was mid-chortle when the cat darted across the graveyard right in front of Dan and Phil.
“Great,” Dan said, “now we’re cursed with bad luck.”
“There’s no one I’d rather be cursed with,” Phil said, and Dan just laughed.
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It’s their first winter with their newly adopted puppy, Lola the pomeranian.
Prompt from @phil-and-a-corgi! Thank you so much!!
885 words
general audiences
Contains references to depression
ao3 link 💕
"You ready?" Dan's voice bounced down the hallway.
"I've been ready!" Phil shouted back, but Dan knew there was no malice in his words, only excitement.
When Dan rounded the corner of the hall, he couldn't tell who was more ready to go - Phil or Lola. Phil was bundled up in a puffy grey jacket, a pom-pom hat, and a thick wool scarf. He was holding Lola's thin red leash while she scratched at the door and wagged her tail enthusiastically.
Dan sighed and rolled his eyes fondly. "When we agreed to adopt Lola, I didn't know that would mean we'd have two puppies on our hands."
"Hey!"
Dan chuckled and gave Phil a swift apology kiss on the cheek before bending down to pet Lola.
"You ready?" Dan asked again, but this time in the high-pitched voice he only uses when he talks to animals.
"She looks very stylish in her little boots, don't you think?" Phil said.
"Lola's serving looks," Dan agreed, looking fondly at the tiny red and green booties she was wearing. They were a gift from Martyn and Cornelia when they heard they were finally going to be adopting a dog.
"She's never felt snow before so we'll have to keep a close eye on her and make sure it doesn't freak her out too much," Dan reminded.
"Of course."
"Is it bad that I'm a bit nervous?" Dan asked.
"That's not a bad thing. Although, Lola looks quite excited so I reckon we should get going before her tail gets sore from wagging too much."
"Alright, alright." Dan opened the door and let Phil and Lola walk out in front of him.
"It's a good thing she's so tiny. If she were this excited as a big dog, she'd have dragged me out here flat on my face!" Phil joked.
"I know! I wish I had as much energy as she does," Dan replied.
"I'm glad they salted the pavement. I think we should ease her into the concept of snow," Phil said.
"Good idea. The park down the way should have some snow if you want to head in that direction," Dan replied.
The walk to the park was chilly, but Lola didn't seem to mind. She wagged her tail the whole time and looked curiously at every stranger who walked by.
The pavement at the park had also been salted but luckily there was a layer of snow on the grass. Before Dan and Phil had time to discuss a plan of introducing her to it, Lola was already running ahead and jumping into the snow. Phil had to completely extend his arm because she was pulling so hard on the leash.
"I'll never get over how much force she has for such a little dog," Phil said.
"Yeah, well, at least she's having a good reaction to the snow," Dan replied.
The snow completely engulfed Lola's legs but thankfully, it had just recently fallen and was fluffy enough that she could move around in it without a problem.
Phil stepped closer to her so she wasn't pulling on the leash and Dan was following close behind taking a video on his phone. There were already visible holes in the layer of snow from where Lola had jumped in it and she was now running around in circles.
"That's going on my Instagram story," Dan commented to himself.
"All Lola content is good content," Phil said in agreement.
"I second that," Dan replied.
While they were mostly joking, it was true. Lola had been one of the best things to ever happen to them.
When the owner of the dog photography agency called and told them that Lola needed a new home and had nowhere else to turn, they quickly made the preparations to accept Lola into their lives. They had just moved into their first actual house, their forever home, and were already thinking about getting a dog so it worked out perfectly.
For Dan, taking care of Lola helped him when his depression spiked. There were lots of studies about the mental health benefits of having a pet (besides just Norman) and having a living creature literally depend on him for survival never failed to get Dan out of bed even on his worst days.
And for Phil, taking care of Lola reminded him of the way he would take care of Dan back when they first met. They both had the same wide dark eyes and they both seemed to be actual heaters with the way they radiated warmth.
Lola calmed down a bit and was able to walk side-by-side with her owners without pulling on the leash. Since she seemed to love the snow so much, Dan and Phil made sure to take the snowy path through the grass on their way to window-shop for Christmas gifts.
"Oh," Phil said when he felt something cold and wet land on his nose.
"We should Lola home before it starts snowing too hard," Dan said.
"Good idea," Phil replied.
Dan instantly bent down to scoop Lola up in his arms. He was wearing his black and white grid Alexander McQueen jumper that would undoubtedly get dirty with Lola's wet and muddy legs rubbing all over the fabric, but Dan didn't care. Lola was worth it.
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Sharing a cup of coffee. Or, the one about the morning after a fight.
1.4k words
teen & up audiences
Contains: hurt/comfort, the q word (reclaimed), brief references to homophobia but nothing too vividly described
I let myself get wayyy to carried away with this prompt lmao. It’s like 90% hurt/comfort and introspection, 9% misused italics and 1% coffee. oops.
link to prompt post
ao3 link
Phil was up before Dan.
This wasn’t particularly unusual, especially considering that Phil had fallen asleep long before Dan, but it was strange for Phil to be up this early. It was barely 8:00, and after the long night he had, his body felt stiff and unrested.
He was a bit surprised to see Dan curled up next to him, though he supposed he shouldn’t be. They hadn’t slept in separate beds after a fight in... a long time. After various tours where they were forced to sleep apart, they vowed never to take the simple luxury for granted. Ever.
And if he had actually wanted the time alone, he wouldn’t have fallen asleep under monochrome sheets.
Phil tried his best to be quiet when he got out of bed. It didn’t really matter since Dan was a heavy sleeper and was well used to snoozing through Phil’s clumsy movements around the flat, but Phil didn’t want Dan to see him like this, all groggy and heavy-limbed and snappy and short-tempered before he’d had his first cup of coffee.
It was too soon after their fight for that, and Dan deserved better.
So Phil slipped his glasses on and tip-toed his way across the room in a thin t-shirt and emoji pyjamas, willing his achy joints to be quiet for just a few more moments.
He gave one last glance toward his boyfriend wrapped in his NASA cat shirt and comfy sheets before opening the bedroom door and heading out toward the kitchen.
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Dan awoke to an empty bed, which startled his drowsy brain.
His slight panic faded, though, when he smelt freshly brewed coffee. That meant Phil wasn’t still mad at him.
They went to sleep without saying goodnight or I love you, but that was mostly Dan’s fault. Phil was the first one to trod off to bed but Dan was the one who dismissively told him he should go get some rest and didn’t come join him in bed until he knew Phil would already be fast asleep.
Dan rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched his arms above his head. It was chilly in the room without Phil’s arms wrapped around him. Part of Dan’s mind tried to convince him to crawl back under the warm covers and sleep off the stress from last night for just a few more minutes, but all Dan really wanted to do was find Phil.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He stretched a bit more - he had promised himself weeks ago that he would start trying to fix his posture - but didn’t bother to pull a pair of sweatpants over his bare legs before leaving the bedroom to seek out Phil.
When he got to the entrance to the kitchen, Dan lingered undetected in the hallway for a minute, watching the light from Phil’s phone reflect off his glasses as he scrolled through social media at the kitchen table.
He took a minute to collect his thoughts before stepping further into the light of the kitchen, making himself known.
“Hey,” Phil said, pressing the power button on his phone and setting it on the table. His voice was scratchy and a bit muffled, the way it gets whenever Phil hasn’t blown his nose after he’s cried. The realization that Phil had cried after he left for bed last night made Dan’s heart twist in pain, but he didn’t let it show on his face. This wasn’t about him. He owed Phil an apology, first and foremost.
“Hey,” Dan said. He moved to sit across from Phil. “I’m sorry I was an asshole.”
“You weren’t,” Phil said softly.
“I was. You’re allowed to say it. I was being an asshole.”
“You weren’t an asshole, Dan. You were just scared. And taken off guard. It’s okay, it happens to everyone.”
Dan huffed out a breath. He was getting frustrated again, mostly at himself. “I should have known.”
“You couldn’t have,” Phil replied instantly. Dan was jealous of how he was able to keep his voice so steady and reassuring, even on mornings like this one.
Phil continued, “There’s no way you could have known, not when I was actively trying to pretend like everything was okay when it wasn’t. I shouldn’t have let it build up like that. We both did things wrong, Dan.”
When he was done speaking, Phil nudged his coffee cup toward Dan. Before Dan even picked it up, he knew it was going to be too sweet for his liking since Phil always loaded his coffee up with sugar, but he took a sip anyway because he knew what this really was. It was partly Phil’s way of telling Dan to stop talking about this, and partly a peace offering. Dan was more than ready to accept both of these things.
Even though the coffee was much too sugary, Dan still relished in the way it warmed him to his core. When he put the coffee back down on the table, Phil’s fingers brushed over his. Dan looked down at where Phil’s hand connected with his own on top of the warm mug, then glanced back up and locked eyes with Phil.
His blue eyes were filled with so much tension and worry, it made Dan’s heart pang again. As much as Dan needed reassurance from Phil, Dan realized that Phil also needed reassurance from him. So he gave Phil a small nod. A silent we’re okay.
Phil’s foot brushed against Dan’s calf under the table. Dan’s leg hair had pretty much grown back from when he’d shaved it in Nevada.
That had been an interesting new experience for Dan. Both the trip and the shaving part. He felt so invigorated to finally be out, to finally feel free enough to express that however he wanted, to be able to grab Phil by the front of his shirt and kiss him right in the middle of the desert because there were no prying eyes to stop him.
It was like a breath of fresh air for Dan and he was excited to fully embrace himself as the queer man he was and to fully submerge himself in the culture that came with that - whether that meant being in a pride parade or shaving his legs or following drag queens on twitter.
Phil wasn’t the same.
He was much more casual about his sexuality, and that showed in every aspect of the way he talked about it. He wasn’t as interested in diving head-first into queer culture the way Dan was, but he would willingly stay up late and listen to him blither on about it until the early hours of the morning.
Phil’s nonchalance about his own sexuality sometimes made Dan forget that Phil’s journey with his sexuality wasn’t easy. That he had his own ups and downs with it, his own scary moments and tear-filled nights.
Phil had plenty of wounds. Sometimes they still stung.
While it was cathartic for Dan to celebrate the wonderful parts of queer culture that blossomed after years of oppression and hate, for Phil, the constant reminder of the ongoing battle LGBTQ+ people had to face could sometimes, well...
It wasn’t that Dan was trying to push Phil. He wouldn’t do that, not about this. He just oftentimes got himself so deep in a topic wanting to experience everything it had to offer that sometimes his judgement got a bit clouded.
He didn’t realize that it would be so intense for Phil. That it would reopen doors to memories Phil was glad to have closed.
That Dan would cross a line without even realizing it.
Seeing Phil get hurt and knowing that he played a part in it only made Dan get scared and defensive. And nothing good ever came from that.
Phil smiled fondly from where he sat across from Dan, a knowing look in his eye at the fact that he had caught Dan spiralling in thought again.
“I should tell you something,” Dan blurted out as if he was just now realizing it himself.
“Hmm?”
“Goodnight,” Dan said. “And I love you.”
“I love you too,” Phil said slowly, going along with Dan’s antics as usual, but confusion evident in his voice.
“I didn’t say it to last night, so I’m saying it now.”
Phil let out a laugh at that, and Dan swore there had never a greater sound on Earth than that.
Do people really care about tags on ao3? Like I understand tagging content warnings and genres and such, but when it comes to additional tags, how much should I tag? I’ve noticed the funniest common tags that just make me wonder if anyone’s really interested in filtering fics by “inspired by music”, “North America” or “umbrellas”. Especially in smaller fandoms, like most of mine, it just seems kind of pointless bc you can’t afford to be picky anyway. Do you think additional tags are useful?
I think…
Actually, I’m going to take this as an opportunity to nerd. So there’s a phenomenon in linguistics called a sprachbund. A sprachbund is basically an area where a bunch of languages that aren’t from the same family have been rubbing up against each other for a very long time. When this happens, these unrelated languages start to pick up features from each other in a kind of linguistic crosspollination.
Example: Romanian is a Romance language, like French or Spanish. But it has a bunch of weird phonetic and grammatical features that no other Romance languages have. Why? Because it’s been living next to a bunch of Slavic languages for so long that it started to act like a Slavic language.
What does any of this have to do with your question? Well, I think that there are a bunch of websites that form a kind of internet fandom sprachbund. Each has its own features, but those features bleed into the other sites, even though they don’t belong there. Think about how ff.net style “legal disclaimers” (that actually have no legal meaning or function) sometimes show up on works written for ao3, which is designed to offer legal protection that makes those disclaimers irrelevant. Or how that ao3 tag generator started getting used as a prompt generator for tumblr drabbles. And on, and on, and on. Internet fandom is an enormous cross-platform sprachbund.
So what does that have to do with tagging on ao3? Well, I think ao3 picked up that style of tagging from tumblr. Because of the way tumblr is structured, it’s considered bad form to add non-constructive comments on your reblog of a post. Otherwise, you get dozens of reblogs just saying “wow” or “mood” and the post becomes unreadable. So people started putting their reactions to a post into the tags they added to their reblog, which prevented the post from accumulating nonsense. But then people were used to thinking of tagging as a mode of expression rather than purely functional, so the expressive use of tagging spread to ao3, even though it doesn’t serve the same purpose there.
The cool bit is that the weird tagging conventions ao3 got from tumblr have come to serve an entirely different and still valuable purpose on ao3. Since author’s notes aren’t visible in search results but tags are, the tags can be used to signal a set of things about the fic that a summary might not get across. For instance, if a fic is tagged “hurt/comfort”, that tells you the genre of the fic, but not its tone. But if the author then adds a tag like “but really mostly comfort we’re all about the comfort here”, you have a much better sense of what kind of fic you’re about to read. So even though no one would ever filter by that tag, it’s still conveying important information.
A thick blanket of smog had settled over London, the sky humid and hazy and asphalt dark and damp from the rainstorm that had taken place not 20 minutes ago. It was dusk now, street lamps barely able to cut through the thick air to provide enough light for Phil to see the ground under his feet.
London was always noisy, even at night, but Phil’s footsteps seemed to be the loudest sound in the whole city with the way they echoed off the narrow channels of the alley.
Phil paused then, just for a moment, reaching into his jacket pocket and running his fingers over the dime bag of weed he had stashed there. He flipped it over a few times within the confines of his pocket, considering. Reaffirming.
lmao I look at every single reblog. even the posts that have +1000 notes. Because a simple “cute” or “insp” is enough to make my heart melt, and when people write more complex commentary I die.
part one, part two, part three, part four, part five
All Hail The Outlaws (ao3) - farquaad
Summary: Dan doesn’t understand why some people are so damn homophobic.
Are You Gay? - phloridas
Summary: The 5 times Dan denied he was gay (and the one time he didn’t.)
basically he’s gay (ao3) - waveydnp
Summary: dan posts his video and phil has a lot of feelings about it. they both do.
Era (ao3) - cafephan
Summary: Dan and Phil both come out to the internet during Pride month.
First Kiss (ao3) - ahappyphil
Summary: There’s a first time for everything. “It’s not lost on either of them that this will be the the most talked about post in their history thus far.”
in love with the colors of you (ao3) - CapriciousCrab
Summary: Phil takes a deep breath and clicks play.
many junes ago (ao3) - daydreamsago
Summary: June 2018 was supposed to be the big month. June 2019 began with a stirring in his stomach.
Meet The Howells (ao3) - toffeelemon
Summary: After a decade of going home alone, Dan finally brings Phil along to see his family. As his boyfriend.
out of the closet (ao3) - waveydnp
Summary: dan’s birthday, aka their last night as a closeted couple.
Prayin’ (ao3) - oliviawrites (LauraLittlemiss)
Summary: Dan was just a seventeen year old boy with religious parents and a crush on his best friend.
Pride (ao3) - watergator
Summary: Phil growing up gay through the eyes of his mother.
The Scariest Part (Is Letting Go) - huphilpuffs
Summary: Dan’s journey with sexuality continues long after he meets Phil.
Truth Revealed (ao3) - DryCereal
Summary: The aftermath of a very important email.
turn this house into a home (ao3) - possumdnp
Summary: A 2009-centric fic about starting to find pride in your identity for the first time, and finding family who helps you do that (even if it’s not the family you were born into)
wave it high (ao3) - watergator
Summary: after dan comes out.
what a great day to be gay (ao3) - natigail
Summary: Dan just published Basically, I’m Gay last night and he wakes up with a lighter feeling in his heart and a pair familiar of warm arms ready to wrap around him. It’s a great day to be gay.
What Are You Proud Of? (ao3) - outphan
Summary: A proud liveshow where they do a crazy thing.
You may be silent but you’re never quiet (ao3) - det395
Summary: But this was the plan. The calculated, free-willed share of information to mediate the rumours and the accusations, the pass into their increasingly domestic life where they can still manage their privacy. It sounds great coming from Dan’s mouth.
Dan was standing at the doorway from the flat to the patio, head tilted to look up at the sky. He had the patio door open so he could feel the cool night air on his face and smell the rain, but his body remained inside so no raindrops fell on him. The night was warm enough that he could leave the door open like this and not freeze, but cool enough that he didn’t start sweating either. It was perfect, and one of Dan’s favourite things about spring.
Phil came up behind Dan and wrapped his arms around his waist. Phil’s chin rested on Dan’s shoulder and they both gazed up at the sky.
“Looks pretty,” Phil said after a bolt of lightning flashed across the vast expanse of sky. The lightning illuminated the sky so the two men could see the way the grey-ish purple clouds stacked on top of each other, making the sky seem much more tangible than it actually was.
Dan considered chiding Phil english-language-and-linguistics-degree Lester for not coming up with a sentence more eloquent than looks pretty but decided against it, enjoying the peaceful tranquillity of the moment too much to speak.
The strike of lightning meant that thunder would soon arrive. Seconds after the lightning disappeared a loud burst of thunder boomed from above, causing Phil to jump from where he was positioned behind Dan.
Dan chuckled at this but tilted his head back slightly so he could kiss Phil’s temple. Several quieter booms of grumbling thunder rolled across the sky, but this time, Phil only squeezed his arms tighter around Dan.
Carefully, Dan lifted one of his feet out onto the patio. He held it there, suspended just above the ground and focused on the sensation of the persistent raindrops landing on his sock-covered foot.
He felt grateful for this moment. He felt grateful for every moment he gets to spend with Phil if he’s being honest, but this one seemed different. This wasn’t walking off stage after performing the last show of a tour or talking animatedly about a film he and Phil just watched. This moment was simple and domestic and it was a time where they recognized the bond they shared, without words. It was a time to silently appreciate each other, their love, and how far they’ve come. Together.
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