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[voulezloux]

it’s not gay (the golden rule)

summary: it’s not gay if you have socks on

a/n: so i was on tinder, as one is, and i saw this guy who’s bio said “it’s not gay if you have socks on.” so this was born because of tinder, no spon. title is from 3 way (the golden rule) by the lonely island. enjoy.

xx oliver

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Late Night Baths

summary: phil knows dan loves him when he sacrifices his sleep time and time again to help with phil’s pain

genre: fluff, chronic illness

word count: 896

warnings: there’s lowkey a somewhat gore-y description of what the pain feels like

inspired by @huphilpuffs writing flares! (check it out here) i suffer from what i believe to be restless leg syndrome, however the doctor did not confirm it. either way, what phil experiences is what i experience. some nights i wish i had my own dan lol

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Late Night Baths

summary: phil knows dan loves him when he sacrifices his sleep time and time again to help with phil’s pain

genre: fluff, chronic illness

word count: 896

warnings: there’s lowkey a somewhat gore-y description of what the pain feels like

inspired by @huphilpuffs writing flares! (check it out here) i suffer from what i believe to be restless leg syndrome, however the doctor did not confirm it. either way, what phil experiences is what i experience. some nights i wish i had my own dan lol

He was beyond the point of crying now.

Phil stretched his legs, feeling his muscles tense then loosen. The tingling pain afterwards didn’t bring any relief and his legs were already starting to crawl again.

He could try the heating pad, use it to relax his muscles. Or he could take a hot bath, like his doctor recommended.

But the heating pad would only help part of his legs and the bath would take too long to make and soak in. He was already exhausted; his eyes were shut because they burned too much when he opened them.

He could hear Dan breathing softly next to him, felt a tinge of pain in his hip. The blankets were soft around him yet his legs itched to be out of them. They itched to be free of Phil, rid of the skin and muscles and bone. They burned and they ached and they stung, relentlessly battling its own self and never winning.

All while Phil kicked another blanket over just to get his legs moving.

He let out a quiet sigh, rolling away from Dan. There had been too many incidents in which Phil had accidentally woken Dan with his legs, making the younger man worry. And no matter how much he insisted that it was okay, Phil wasn’t convinced. Who wanted to be woken up by someone kicking you?

His leg spasmed, his muscles moving without Phil’s consent. This was perhaps the worst part of it; when his legs would work on their own set reflex. There was something disturbing about it that was than the burning and the itching.

He whimpered as it spasmed again. He simply wanted to sleep.

Phil opened his heavy eyes, the blurry outline of the dark room coming into focus. Slowly, as if not to anger his legs more, Phil got up and headed to the bathroom. There, he leaned against the counter and tried to ignore as his legs tensed and ached even while he stood up.

He had no medicine as the doctor had told him to cut back on caffeine before sending him on his way. He tried that. Nothing had changed.

Phil walked back to bed, having wasted time in the bathroom staring aimlessly at the sink faucet. It was a pattern, a way of him trying to work his leg muscles because it was better than laying down. Then the exhaustion would hit and he would be climbing back to bed.

He climbed back into bed, tugging the covers over his body and letting himself melt into the covers. He stretched his legs and felt them tingle.

“Phil?”

He’d woken Dan up.

He listened as Dan moved through the sheets and felt his warmth as his arms pulled Phil into his chest. Phil couldn’t help but whine, knowing well that he wouldn’t be able to stay there.

“Is it your legs?” Dan mumbled sleepily.

Phil nodded. It was always his legs. “They hurt so much, Dan.”

“How bad is it tonight?”

“Enough to keep me awake. I’m so tired, I want to fucking sleep.”

Dan hummed, petting Phil’s hair to soothe him. “I know, baby, I know. Do you want your heating pad? A hot bath?”

Phil shrugged, too exhausted to think.

Dan sat up, the sheets rustling as they fell away from him.“Let’s try a bath. Do you want a bath bomb?”

Dan was too good to Phil. “Yes, please.” He got up as well, ignoring the way his muscles burned and the different points of achiness that spiked with each step.

As Dan prepared the bath, Phil stood across at the sink. He gripped the counters and leaned on them for support.

After putting in the bath bomb, Dan helped Phil undress. It wasn’t needed but it was intimate in an innocent way  which was exactly what Phil needed in the moment.

Phil climbed into the bathtub, nearly sighing in pleasure from the heat. It felt so good and he knew it wouldn’t be long before the heat worked its magic.

Soft piano music filled the bathroom and he turned to Dan who sat his phone down on the sink counter. He then took off his boxers and climbed in across from Phil. His eyes were still soft and sleepy and his hair was wild in a way that made Phil’s heart tug.

Wordlessly, Dan gently grabbed one of Phil’s legs before beginning to massage the calf muscle, his hands experienced from having done this too many times before.

This time, Phil really did sigh with pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut. It felt so good, a strong relief to the sharp pains he had experienced earlier. Dan giggled quietly at the sound.

“Feel better?”

Phil nodded. “I think I’m going to fall asleep in here.”

Dan merely smiled. “Good, you deserve some rest. I’ve carried you back before.”

Phil hummed, feeling himself drawing closer to sleep while Dan worked up his leg muscles.

It was annoying that they had to do this in the middle of the night, yet Phil’s heart was still warmed. Dan would sacrifice his own sleep for him even to this day after years of dealing with this. It made him feel cared for despite how insignificant it may seem to others.

Phil drifted off with love in his heart and remnants of a bath bomb surrounding him.

[huphilpuffs]

growing pains

summary: It’s the summer of 2009 and Dan’s life doesn’t make sense.  word count: 1873 rating: g warnings: none that I can think of a/n: much thanks to @obsessivelymoody​ for reading over this for me. written for @phandomficfests​ summer ____! flash fest. I fill the blank to be summer 2009. 

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A Couple Months Late

summary: dan? whiny when sick? it's more likely than you think 

or

dan catches the stomach flu a few months late

genre: sickfic hA

warnings: mentions of vomit

written for @phandomficfests summer blank. i made it summer sickness

Summer was supposed to be about sleeping in, hanging out, and wasting your days away without the worry of high school. Days were longer and so long as you didn’t have a job you could do anything with them.

They weren’t supposed to be about puking your guts out at 3AM because of some lousy virus, yet Dan found himself doing exactly that two weeks into summer vacation.

Dan was currently curled up miserably in his bed, bucket near his head and water on his bedside table as courtesy from his mom. He’d been sleeping fitfully, his stomach in knots and a fever making everything too hot and too cold at the same time. He finally gave up once the sun was well in the sky, accepting his fate to lay in pain.

He craved death.

The door to his bedroom creaked open, startling him. His family was determined to stay away, not wanting any of his germs, so he was a bit confused. Then Phil walked in, carrying a hoodie, and Dan groaned.

“Go away,” he mumbled, shoving his head under his blanket. He knew he looked awful with sweaty hobbit hair and flushed skin. It was nothing he wanted to show his boyfriend.

“Aw, is somebody not feeling good?” Phil teased, laughing at the lump of Dan underneath the blanket.

“I hate you.”

Phil rolled his eyes fondly. “I came over here to care for you like the good, loving boyfriend I am and this is how you treat me?”

Dan poked his head out to pout at Phil. His eyes were watery and he looked properly ill.

“I even brought you one of my hoodies cause I know how much you love them.” Phil sat down on Dan’s bed next to him and placed a hand on his forehead, feeling the unnatural heat radiating from it.

Dan grabbed the hoodie from Phil, slowly sitting up with his hand on his churning stomach the entire time. “I hate you a little less now.” He gently pulled the hoodie over his head, letting himself get enveloped in the smell and warmth.

Dan sighed, leaning back against his bed and closing his eyes. His body felt so heavy; why did he have to get sick during summer?

Phil frowned as he watched Dan shakily breath, obviously in pain. “What all is bugging you?” he asked softly.

“Head, tummy, my entire body. Fucking stomach flu,” Dan whined, rolling his head a bit to the side.

“Aren’t you supposed to get that in like, February? It’s June.”

Dan glared at him.

“Or not, I guess.”

Dan groaned dramatically, sliding down further in his bed and slowly rejoining the blankets. “I just want to fucking sleep but I feel too awful to even do that. This sucks.”

Phil knew what Dan was talking about, having been sick already that year. He knew exactly what Dan needed to.

He grabbed Dan’s laptop and moved the bucket off the bed, shuffling so that he was pressed up against Dan’s side. He pulled up Netflix on the Dan’s laptop, looking for a movie that they could watch to help distract Dan.

“I could vomit on you, ya know.” Dan leaned into Phil, drawn to his familiarity.

Phil smiled, knowing there was no bite behind Dan’s words. “Sure, asshole.” He started the movie and the two fell silent, eyes locked on the screen.

The comfort of Phil by his side caring for him alone was enough to finally allow Dan to sleep.

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Mountain Range

summary: the roads are curvy. someone's bound to get motionsick

genre: sickfic

word count: 780

warnings for vomit

The driver had warned them that the roads were about to get twisty. Dan had made sure Phil had taken his pills and was asleep way before they began to approach the mountains. Even so, a sick bucket was kept out in case it got really bad for Phil.

Dan, on the other hand, simply sprawled out on the couch and began typing away on his laptop, not a care in the world about the roads.

Dan didn’t get motion sick. He teased Phil relentlessly about it, knowing well that he would never have to suffer from it himself.

He set up a movie to watch, the roads slowly getting more and more curvy. They were heading through the mountains now, making Dan’s ears pop occasionally as they climbed higher and higher. He kept his eyes fixed on the movie and his only concern was what was going to happen next.

It was only when Dan closed his eyes momentarily to try to relieve a forming headache did he become aware of how awful he felt.

His stomach turned with the bus, nausea and dizziness creeping unsteadily. He rubbed his head, groaning in pain. He opened his eyes but still felt just as awful and one look at the movie screen made everything worse.

He slammed the laptop shut and sat up, putting his head between his hands. His stomach felt awful and everything felt off balance; he was miserable.

The twists and turns of the road only increased as well as Dan’s sickness. He clutched his stomach, feeling overwhelmingly nauseous but not wanting to make a mess or wake Phil up. Phil would either laugh at him for all the times he had boasted about not getting motion sick or get sick along with him.

Dan knew he couldn’t fight it for much longer, however. With grave anticipation for what was about to happen, Dan got up and grabbed the sick bucket, then headed to the back lounge and closing the door in hopes for some privacy.

Dan moaned as another wave of nausea passed through him. He stumbled to a couch and shakily sat down, putting the bucket in his lap and his hands back on his upset stomach. The bus continued along the winding path and Dan’s nausea continued to grow.

It was too much. Dan gripped the sick bucket as he began to retch, his head spinning. His dinner made an unfortunate reappearance in a violent manner that left Dan trembling, stomach still rolling with nausea.

He gasped for air, breathing heavily until he once again gagged, setting another round of vomiting until his stomach was sore and empty. Tears pricked at his eyes and he could feel sweat all along his brow.

The smell was the worst part of it all. It made Dan want to throw up all over again.

He stayed like that, too scared of startling his somewhat settled stomach all over again. He still felt dizzy and wanted nothing more than to curl up and fall asleep until it had all passed.

The door creaked open and Dan’s head shot up. Phil walked in, frowning as he saw Dan leaning over the bucket. He silently sat down next to Dan and rubbed his back.

Dan closed his eyes. “I don’t feel very good.”

Phil hummed. “Was it something you ate? Are you coming down with something?”

Dan sighed. “No. I think I got motion sick.” He braced himself for the teasing.

“Oh, that’s awful, my poor baby,” Phil cooed, his hand reaching over to brush some of Dan’s hair out of his eyes. “I’ll get you some water and one of my pills, okay?”

Dan whined, not wanting Phil to leave despite knowing he needed to. He stayed there miserably until Phil got back. He pushed a water bottle into Dan’s hands and held out a white pill.

Dan gratefully took the pill and swallowed it down with a few sips of water, letting it soothe his burning throat.

“It’ll be about half an hour before it kicks in,” Phil explained.

Dan nodded slowly. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

Dan sighed and leaned into Phil. “I always make fun of you for getting sick yet when I do you’re nothing but a literal angel to me.”

Phil laughed softly. “That’s because I love you and I know how awful it feels.” He put his arm around Dan, pulling him closer.

Dan buried his nose into Phil’s shirt, getting lost in his scent. “I promise I won’t make fun of you again. This fucking sucks.”

Phil kissed Dan’s hair. “The medicine will kick in soon, love. Until then, I’ll take care of you.”

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Mortified

summary: alien!phil can always rely on dan to answer his questions about earth. so when he finds a mysterious object underneath their bed, he goes to dan about it

word count: 500

warnings: mentions of sex toys, sex toys explained very poorly

written for @phandomficfests! im asexual so this was a fun prompt to write to. lol

Phil had learned loads of things since coming to earth. What pizza was, different anime shows, and even what it was like to have a boyfriend. He was lucky to be living with Dan, the same person who took him in after he had been left wandering around on the streets, and the same person who had stolen Phil’s heart.

Granted, Phil didn’t have a heart, but according to Dan that was an expression.

Dan was always more than willing to answer Phil’s questions, no matter how weird they were sometimes. So when Phil found a strange looking object that vibrated, he automatically went searching for Dan.

He found him in the lounge, reclined with his laptop on his lap, a blank expression on his face.

“Hey Dan, I found something underneath your bed?” Phil lifted up the foreign object, catching Dan’s attention.

Dan’s face turned a brilliant shade of red and he started stammering. He quickly placed his laptop aside, slamming the lid shut.

“Phil-I-why were you looking underneath my bed?”

Phil shrugged innocently. “I dropped my sock and when I was getting it, I noticed this thing laying there? I didn’t know what it was so I thought I’d ask you.”

Dan stared at him in disbelief. “Are you being serious?”

Phil frowned. “Yes? Why wouldn’t I be?”

Dan sighed. He never thought he’d be having this conversation, explaining what the fuck a sex toy was, yet here he was. “Well, uh, you know what sex is, right?”

Phil rolled his eyes. “Of course I do. We’ve had sex before, remember?”

Dan spluttered, thoroughly embarrassed. “Wh-whatever. The point is that… thing is basically meant to replicate sex? But without having another person.”

Phil looked at the object, processing what Dan had said. “So… it’s like a dick?”

Dan groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Yes, I suppose so.” This was the worst day of his life.

Phil nodded, enthusiastic about his new discovering. “And you stick this up your ass, right?”

Dan didn’t think it was possible to be more mortified than he already was. “Yes, that’s-that’s what you do.”

“So why does it vibrate, then?” Phil asked, inspecting the object as if it held the secret to the mysterious vibrations.

Dan was at lost as to what to say. “It vibrates for uh, pleasure?”

Phil nodded. That made sense, he suppose a bit of movement would feel better than if something was simply stuck up there.

Dan sighed again, finally removing his hands from his face. “Do you have anymore questions or can I put it away now?”

“Only one more,” Phil promised, “have you used it before?”

Dan gawked at him, then snatched the object from Phil’s hands. “You know what-no, I’m not answering that. I’m done talking about sex toys, now excuse me while I put this where you’ll never find this again.” Dan stormed off towards his room, Phil giggly behind him.

“You have used it then!”

“I said I wasn’t answering that!”

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fall for you

summary: dan’s clumsy and gay

genre: beach au

warnings: none

written for @phandomficfests summer au!

Dan loved the beach. The sound of it and the salty smell filled him with giddiness. It was relaxing and even though he never really went in the water, it was pleasant to walk around in it and feel the sand moving between his toes.

The hot, shirtless guys were just a bonus. Dan’s too gay for his own good.

Dan had been dragged on yet another family holiday to Wales. They were staying near the beach, meaning that most of their time was spent out there. It wasn’t too crowded and the waves were perfect, allowing Dan to fully relax.

Dan was laying out on his beach towel, hidden from the sun under their family umbrella. He had a hat on to hide his curling hair and sunglasses to hide his wandering eyes.

His parents and brother were off doing their own thing, whether that be exploring or playing in the ocean.

Dan was staring at the ocean line, watching as the waves rolled in steadily, when his attention was diverted by the sound of two men laughing nearby. He turned to look, natural curiosity getting the best of him, only for his heart to pick up.

The taller of the two had unnaturally black hair pushed up in a quiff and was currently laughing, his tongue poking out. Like most beach goers, he was only wearing some swimming trunks, leaving Dan drooling over the pale skin.

He watched the guy as he walked past his beach towel, heading towards the ocean. The back view didn’t disappoint and Dan could feel his cheeks burning. This man was a snack, a real proper snack that Dan’s gay ass needed to get another look at.

Dan scrambled to his feet and tried not to act too suspicious as he walked to the shore, keeping himself a reasonable distance away from the guy. His feet sunk into the wet sand and ocean water splashed around his ankles.

Dan let himself stare at the guy, watching as he stretched his arms. His eyes trailed across the curves of the guy’s body, admiring the curve of his hips. Dan’s mind provided him with the image of him grabbing those hips as they made out, the guy’s hands pulling at Dan’s curls.

The image was broken, however, by the painful obviousness of his staring. And that the guy had turned around and was now walking his way.

Panicked, Dan began walking the other direction, trying not to stare at the guy. He knew his cheeks were a nice red by now but Dan doubted the guy would notice. The two crossed paths and Dan side eyed him, trying to get a closer view.

He ended up continuing to watch him, his head turning as he got a nice view of the guy’s ass.

Unfortunately, his feet decided that that was also the perfect time to stop functioning properly and to trip over themselves.

Dan let out a yelp as he fell face first into ocean and sand. His hat ended up falling off and his entire front side was soaked and covered unpleasantly with sand. To say he was embarrassed was a bit of an understatement.

“Are you okay?”

To make things worse, the guy had noticed.

Dan peeled himself from the sand, groaning as he dusted wet sand from his cheek. “I’m good.” He looked up to see the guy kneeling in front of him, Dan’s hat in hand.

“Here,” the guy handed Dan his hat and smiled. “That was quite the fall there.”

Dan took the hat and immediately covered his wild curls. “Yeah, uh, I’m a bit clumsy. Tripped over my own feet.”

The guy giggled and Dan felt his heart flutter. “Probably didn’t help that you were distracted either, huh?”

Dan choked on his words, realizing he had been caught. “I-um, well-“

The guy merely smirked, knowing well how fucked Dan was for him. “Liked what you see?” He tried to wink yet ended up blinking both eyes slowly.

“Did you just fail at winking?” Dan teased, grinning.

The guy blushed. “M-maybe.”

Dan laughed, feeling a bit better at his own failure. It seemed they were both a bit too awkward for flirting.

“Whatever, like you could do better.” The guy pouted, which looked far too adorable for Dan’s poor gay heart.

“I think we both failed miserably at this whole flirting thing.”

The guy nodded. “Agreed.”

Dan stood up, the guy following after him. “Let’s try this again. Hi, I’m Dan, do you wanna go get ice cream with me?”

Dan was met with a wide smile. “I’m Phil, and I’d love to.”

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I Wanna Get Better

summary: Dan’s stuck in life. A stranger at a party leaves him with a name and a feeling other than numbness. written for @phandomficfests and based off I Wanna Get Better by Bleachers

word count: 738

genre: au, magical realism

warnings: mentions of alcohol

Twenty-one years old and Dan was stuck.

He was at a party, one his friends dragged him to. Really he was their ride home; they knew he didn’t drink and couldn’t even if he wanted to. He’d learned long ago that anti-depressants didn’t mix well with alcohol.

It was too hot in the room, the summer heat and sweaty skin making the atmosphere humid and uncomfortable. Drunk people were dancing around, making out, and getting high. His eighteen year old self would have joined them. He was merely a stranger to himself now.

He moved through the room, hiding out to the deck. They were at a beach house, the sound of the waves hitting the beach and people laughing making him melancholy. He used to love summer.

Now he was hailing taxis home after work and screaming when the noise of his own head got to much. Staring at the ocean, he wished he could wash away with it.

He sighed, leaning against the deck railing. His friends, the ones he still talked to every now and again, were back in the party chasing girls and having fun. Meanwhile he, the ever depressing cloud of the friend group, was silently losing his mind outside.

He was always on the outside, looking in on people laughing and smiling, wishing to be one of them.

“Some party, huh?”

Dan jumped, turning to see a man next to him, one arm on the railing with an easy smile on his face. He had a floppy, black fringe and eyes that were vibrant in the dark.

“Uh, yeah, some party,” Dan sighed, turning back to the ocean view. The moon highlighted the waves like a painting.

“I think we’re the only sober ones here,” the stranger commented.

Dan shrugged. “Yeah, well, I can’t really drink.”

The stranger hummed. “Me neither. I mean, I can, but I really shouldn’t. I don’t want to anyways.”

Dan looked back up at the stranger, who was staring back into the house. There was something ethereal about him that made Dan’s chest squeeze. He felt overwhelmed, staring at this beautiful stranger who made Dan feel so lonely.

“What’s your name?” Dan had to ask.

The stranger turned back to Dan. “Does it matter?”

Dan blinked, taken aback. He stumbled for words. “I-I guess not.” It didn’t feel right, not knowing who the stranger was, or the stranger knowing who he was. “But I’m Dan.”

The stranger nodded like he already knew. “Dan, can I show you something?”

Dan didn’t hesitate to say yes. He felt the stranger grab his hand before tugging him along, taking him off the deck and onto the sandy beach below. Dan let himself be pulled along blindly, not even caring for any dangers that he could face.

He could feel himself metaphorically falling and he let it happen. Maybe it was the nice face or the loneliness in Dan’s heart, but he couldn’t find it within him to try to fight it.

By the time they stopped, they were far away from the house that only the waves hitting the sand could be heard. It was wondrous and Dan had forgotten how much he loved the sound.

“Look, over here.” The stranger pulled him to a crevice in the beach where ocean water had created a small pool of water surrounded by rocks. Inside were three fish, their scales glowing like the moon. They were no bigger than Dan’s hand.

“Wow,” he whispered, terrified to disturb the sound. He felt the stranger squeeze his hand before letting go, causing Dan to turn his head toward him.

The glow from the fish illuminated the stranger’s face and Dan felt a tug in his heart that he couldn’t ignore.

“You’re beautiful, yet you don’t believe it,” the stranger whispered, cupping Dan’s cheek.

Dan was frozen, almost in a trance. He watched as the stranger moved closer until he felt something warm press against his lips, forcing his eyes closed.

He tasted the ocean, heard the waves crash next to his ears. He was drowning and he felt alive again.

Far too soon, the stranger pulled away, his lips hovering near Dan’s. “Find me again,” he whispered.

Dan’s eyes slowly fluttered open. The stranger was gone. Looking down at the pool, he could see a forth fish had joined.

All he had left was the taste of the ocean and a name.

Phil Lester.

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glitter covered cheeks

summary: post pride, there’s glitter and the feeling of safety

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 500

written for @phandomficfests 

based off my own first pride experience. i live in a pretty conservative area so it was wonderful for me to see that i’m not alone

bass was thumping in the background. there was a consistent chatter, a buzz of excitement that was contagious. in the distance, the sounds of a performance could be heard, echoing through the crowd and blending with the conversations.

dan was laying in the grass, his head in phil's lap, smiling up at the blue sky. this was pride; his skin was pink from the sun and a permanent smile was etched on his face. it was his first one, despite having known who he was for nearly nine years. everyone goes at their own pace, he concluded. even five years ago he wasn't sure he would be ready for all of this. but this is twentygayteen. a majority of their audience was lgbt themselves. things were changing, for the better. they were on the outskirts of the festival, in the grassy lawn near the river. it was quieter, more private. after the day he had so far, it was what he needed. between talking to other lgbt people, watching performances, and other activities, dan had used up all his energy. he was sore and sunburned yet didn't mind it at all. the sun was hovering over the horizon. soon drinks would be handed out, their cue to head home. phil had a hand in his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. he was blissfully tired from the day's activities, the kind of tired that comes with contentment and comfortable sleep. he stared up at phil. phil with his pink cheeks covered in glitter and rainbows all over the place. dan supposed he looked the same; they had both agreed to look as gay as possible before the pride. this was their place, after all. their place. a place where they could be themselves, be in love, without fear. phil caught his eye and smiled. he leaned down and softly kissed dan. "we should do this again, next year." dan hummed into the kiss, bringing a hand up to phil's cheek. he ended up with a palm covered in glitter but it was worth it. "i'd love that." he frowned at his hand as he brought it away. "maybe a little less glitter next time, though."

phil laughed and kissed dan again. his lips were chapped and tasted of the lemonade they had earlier. dan loved it.

phil pulled back, still hovering close. close enough that dan could feel his breath, putting them in their own little world.

dan involuntarily yawned, his body reminding him exactly how exhausted he was. if he wasn’t careful, he knew that he’d fall asleep.

phil’s eyes were soft and so full of love that it made dan’s inside squirm with glee.

“tired?” phil whispered.

dan could feel the heaviness of his eyes, the weight on his limbs. “yeah. we should head home.”

phil pushed back dan’s curls, his lips finding dan’s forehead. dan felt his eyes close at the feeling. he was content, no longer at war with himself.

“i think we are home.”

[nihilismdan]

confide in the low light. 

pairing: Dan/Phil rating: G summary: Life is a series of moments and feelings and sometimes Dan needed to learn when to let go. Or Dan and Phil in Moscow. authors note: this is my fic for @phandomficfests big shout out to ale @pnkmttrs for being my beta! (even when she’s on hiatus, bless her)

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something i made to go along with what i wrote for @phandomficfests. its transparent

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The End is Also the Beginning

Summary: It’s the end of the Mumbai show. Although Dan is bittersweet with endings, Phil knows that he’s going to make their show not only the ending to an era, but the beginning to a new one as well. 

Written for the @phandomficfests: Tour Fest! 

Word Count: 1.2k 

Rating: Teen

Warnings: This fic contains Interactive Introverts spoilers! 

This work is a side by side fic with @phloridas fic that can be found here :)

A/N: I’m super excited to share this with everyone since I really wanted to do a cheesy fic like this for the fic fest! haha Special thanks to my lovely group chat and to @moon-boye, @knlalla, @freckliephil, and @laddyplester for all being great beta’s for this fic and nit-picking it just enough to make this fic amazing in the end! Thank you all again! :) 

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Rest Your Head Now (Everything’s Alright)

summary: 3 times Dan and Phil napped on tour + 1 time they couldn’t sleep

genre: straight up fluff

warnings: none

word count: 2.8k

written for @phandomficfests

a big shoutout to @jorzuela for being my beta! a big help considering i wrote half of this while half asleep

requests are open!

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There was something almost soothing about the in between state of consciousness Phil found himself in. His eyes were closed, lids too heavy to open and no reason to do so. He was leaning against something warm.

Perhaps it was someone; someone with dark curly hair and a soft, fond smile as he felt Phil against his side.

He could hear the movement of the train as it travelled, wind rushing outside the window and the tracks sliding against the wheels. It was quiet inside the train, as it always was with public transportation, the noises outside were the only sound to be heard.

Phil wasn’t exactly asleep, but he was far from awake. His mind was almost scarily silent, free from any worries or burdens. It was peaceful, he felt peaceful.

He didn’t remember where he was going or what for. All he knew was that he was on a train and there was someone warm against him. That someone smelled good too, a sharp contrast to the metallic and stale air of the train. Instinctively, he moved closer, pressing his nose to the skin of the person who had unknowingly become his pillow.

He heard a gentle laugh, the sound making his heart squeeze. It was a familiar laugh, one he had heard many times. His heart had recognized it and sang because of  it.

Something soft touched his arm. It travelled up and down it, continuing its feather-like touch. Phil liked it; it was drawing him farther into the grip of sleep.

“You awake?” a voice whispered. Phil could feel the rumbles of the words before he heard them, a side effect of touching the skin.

Phil wanted to respond, wanted to say something, but his mind was blank. Too tired to form sentences or move more muscle than he already had.

He felt something something touch his forehead. It was warm yet chapped and all too familiar for Phil to fight it. It made him sigh happily, melt further into the warmth of the person.

“You’re so sweet,” the voice hummed, “how did I ever get lucky enough to be loved by someone like you?”

The hand moved from his arm to his hair, pushing his quiff back. Then, it tugged on his glasses, removing them and relieving him from the slight discomfort.

“I love you, Phil.”

Phil sighed again, his way of saying “I love you” back without having to utter words. The hand was back on his arm and sleep was slowly claiming him.

He napped with a small smile on his face and close to the body of his lover.

His lover rested his head on top of Phil’s, growing tired himself. They had another four hours on the train and time felt so long with little space the move around in. Maybe they’d nap for the rest of the trip or wake up a few hours before they arrived in Scotland.

Either way, his lover was content to drift off as well, falling asleep with Phil.

2.

Phil was, despite his friendly attitude and glee towards fans, reserved about himself and his own private details.This applied to everyone who knew him, even Dan. He liked to keep his emotions private, liked to deal with things alone.

Of course, that never stopped Dan from finding out that he was struggling, but it was a hard habit he couldn’t break.

They were neck deep into the tour, speeding across America and travelling overnight through winding roads, the sound of the engine running. Perform, pack up, travel. One minute Phil was asleep and the next he was standing on stage in front of hundreds.

He ignored the stress, didn’t talk about it or even acknowledge it. He let it fester in the back of his mind, only rising during night and stealing precious sleep from him.

When the stress found that it wasn’t being listen to, it turned physical.

Dan was sitting on the bus couch, scrolling through his phone without a care. They were in between venues and parked at a rest stop to use an actual bathroom and regroup.

Phil boarded the bus, his feet dragging and body hunched over. He made a beeline to Dan wordlessly, easing himself onto the couch next to him. He cuddled up to Dan, clinging onto his arm and resting his head on Dan’s shoulder. Dan didn’t say anything, too caught up in what he was reading to notice Phil’s clinginess.

Phil was rarely clingy, preferring to keep things lazy and natural. The only times Dan had noticed him being clingy were when he was overwhelmed, exhausted, or sick. Those were the times were Phil broke down his own personal safeguard to let Dan in and finally let himself heal.

Dan didn’t take notice until his phone alerted him of a low battery, pulling him from his realm of reading. Frowning, he reluctantly locked it and tried to stand up. He was stopped, however, by a pitiful whine from Phil who clung desperately to his arm.

Dan noticed how Phil’s face was twisted in discomfort, one he would get when he had too much lactose or had twisted a muscle the previous day. Dan’s heart faltered in sympathy, suddenly very worried about Phil.

“Phil? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Phil insisted when clearly there was something hurting him.

Dan softened, knowing he’d have to convince Phil to talk to him. He was so stubborn, it was silly. Dan pushed some of Phil’s hair back, his touches gentle and soothing. “Baby, I know something’s wrong. Please just talk to me, you don’t have to be scared.”

Phil caved in, the pet name and touches melting any stubbornness he had. “My stomach hurts and I don’t feel good.”

Dan’s worries only increased. He placed a hand against Phil’s forehead, checking for a fever. There was no heat, thankfully, though that didn’t help Dan to find the cause of Phil’s illness.

“Was it something you ate? Is it lactose?”

Phil shook his head. “Ate the same things as you and haven’t had any milk today.” He groaned as his stomach cramped unpleasantly.

Dan lowered his hand, letting it settle on Phil’s shoulder. As far as Dan knew, there weren’t any outside sources causing the stomachache.

“Is it stress?”

Phil didn’t answer, instead curling up further against Dan. His body language answered Dan’s question for him.

Dan cooed, heart melting with sympathy. “That bad?”

Phil nodded.

“Love, why didn’t you come talk to me earlier? You know I wouldn’t have minded helping,” Dan whispered, forehead creased with concern.

Phil sighed. “I know, I just thought I could handle it.”

Dan wished Phil would rely on him more, yet he knew that that was simply how Phil was. In the end, he’d always open up to Dan.

Dan leaned forward and kissed Phil’s forehead, trying to comfort him and ease his mind. “I don’t think we have any painkillers on the bus.”

Phil shook his head. “Painkillers wouldn’t work anyway. Need to relax.”

“How about a nap? I could play some soft music and cuddle you while you rest.”

A nap did sound appealing and Phil could desperately use the sleep. “Yes, please.”

Dan pulled him up gently and led him to the back of the tour bus where the bed was. He closed the door, hoping the rest of the management would understand that they needed to be alone.

Dan picked up some sweats from his suitcase that was lying open. “Here, put on some sweats. I doubt those jeans are helping with the pain.”

As Phil changed, Dan setup his laptop 0n the bedside table. He already had some sleep music downloaded as a suggestion from his therapist. The soft sounds filled the room, giving the atmosphere a more quiet feeling to it.

Phil curled up on the bed, hugging his arms around his stomach. He watched as Dan lowered the blinds and turned off the light, plunging the room into mostly darkness. There was some more rustling then Dan was climbing into the bed with Phil.

He didn’t say anything, instead pulling Phil close to him and letting his hand rest on his back, rubbing small circles. He kissed Phil’s nose, then his forehead, finally resting his head on top of his hair.

Dan listened as Phil’s breathing slowed down as he fell asleep. He smiled and closed his own eyes, the music and warmth of Phil making him drowsy.

When their manager found them curled up together on the bed, she didn’t have the heart to wake up them up.

3.

Dan was truly something else, Phil mused.

They were celebrating another successful evening by visiting a high end club nearby. The drinks had fancy names that Phil stumbled over while Dan somehow pronounced them effortlessly. His was fruity with a certain punch to it that burned his throat yet left him wanting more.

More rounds of drinks were served. Phil was talking idly with someone from management while Dan scrolled through his phone, his body connected to Phil’s. It was his way of being clingy without being too dramatic; the warmth of Phil’s body and the physical touch was enough to starve off the affectionate monster that rose in Dan whenever he had a few drinks in his system.

Phil had finished his conversation when he finally turned to Dan. He was expecting him to still be on his phone, scrolling through twitter and looking at what their followers had to say.

Only, Dan wasn’t on his phone. Instead, his head was lulled to the side, mouth parted slightly and hair ruffled, with his eyes closed.

Phil felt his heart leap in his chest, the warm feeling of love and affection spreading through him like a wildfire. He sighed softly, a smile stuck on his face as he stared at the sleeping man next to him.

It must have been the alcohol, a sedative that worked its magic on Dan’s already exhausted body. Phil most certainly didn’t mind how fucking /adorable/ Dan looked. The steady rise and fall of his chest was therapeutic, a sign of peace and stability amidst the chaos of tour.

How could Phil not love this man?

He wrapped his arm around Dan’s waist and leaned his body into his own, adjusting it so his head fell on his shoulder. He smelled of fruity cocktails and cologne and Phil loved it. He couldn’t help but press kisses into Dan’s hair, not caring if the whole world was watching.

Dan stirred, making a whining noise and hiding his face in Phil’s neck. He let out a long breath and tried to fall back asleep.

Phil couldn’t help but giggle. “Taking a nap at the club? That’s a new one for you.”

Dan groaned, scrunching his nose and reluctantly opening his eyes. His head felt dizzy with alcohol, but with  Philby his side he felt stable.

“Shush, ‘m sleeping,” Dan mumbled into Phil’s neck.

Phil merely laughed once more then kissed Dan’s hair. “I don’t think a club is exactly the best place to take a nap at, but you do you.”

Dan lifted his head to glare at Phil, only this proved to be a mistake as Phil took this as an invitation to kiss Dan’s cheeks. And once he started, he didn’t stop.

“Phil,” Dan complained, blushing from being smothered with kisses, “Stop it.”

Phil beamed and placed one last kiss on Dan’s cheek, satisfied with his work. Dan was now a flustered, sleepy mess with red cheeks and heavy eyes.

“How about we go back to our hotel room and sleep there? I think you’ll find it much comfier,” Phil offered.

Dan pouted. “But it’s so far away.”However, he knew that they did need to return, and he really didn’t want to spend the night sleeping at an unknown club. “Fine, but if I fall asleep on the ride back, you’re carrying me in.”

He did fall asleep on the ride, not that Phil was surprised. He merely smiled and tried to ignore the feeling of dread as he realized he would have to carry Dan to their hotel room.

But he’d do it for Dan, because he loved him.

+1.

This hotel had a balcony, one that overlooked the city.

They were Mumbai, one of their last tour places. It was well past midnight yet the buzzing of the city had yet to die down. It reminded Phil faintly of home, of his own city that even at night  was alive.

Phil was tired, his muscles aching from their performance (along with other activities) and eyes burning with a plea for sleep. His mind, however, was far too awake for sleep.

How long had it been since he had seen home, slept in his own bed? A home that pretty soon, they’d be moving out of anyways.

His brain was plagued with thoughts of the future and past, but mostly of Dan. Dan who was fast asleep in their hotel bed, hair still damp from the shower they had shared. Phil smiled longingly, remembering Dan’s skin against his own and the way he had looked after Phil had his way with him.

He was flawed, yet somehow perfect in every sense. Phil’s mind always went to him; he was Phil’s base and Phil’s home, the one thing he could count on.

Nine years together and Phil was almost desperate to marry him.

Phil sighed at that thought, his chest aching with desire. There had always been too much going on, too much doubt, too much attention. Phil always wanted it to be perfect, yet he could never tell when that moment would be.

He closed his eyes, letting them rest. His head pounded and he knew that realistically he needed to go to sleep.

Warm arms found their way around his waist and suddenly Dan was there, resting his chin on Phil’s shoulder.

“Can’t sleep?”

Phil shook his head. “Can’t stop thinking.”

Dan hummed. He didn’t ask what it was about, knowing that Phil preferred to talk about it on his own terms. Instead he stood there, smelling of hotel soap and sweat from the heat, holding Phil in his arms.

Phil couldn’t bear it any longer, the tightness in his chest physically painful and the voices in his mind screaming at him to speak. He felt his nerves jump as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Marry me.”

Dan squeezed Phil’s waist and let out a shaky breath. “Really?”

Phil laid his hand over Dan’s and suddenly all nervousness he had, left. This was Dan, the same man who had grown with him from a clash of emo and awkwardness to an adult with a job and a house in the future.

“Dan,” he turned to face him, staring into Dan’s eyes. They reflected the moon as they stared at Phil with wonder and surprise. “There’s nothing more I want in my life than to grow old with you. To own a house and maybe even raise some kids of our own.”

Phil heard Dan’s voice hitch. He had always wanted to be a father; Phil remembered from a distinct conversation they had one night when Dan was drunk off his ass.

“I want to call you my husband and do all the things a cheesy gay married couple would do. You’re everything I want and have wanted for years now.”

Phil could see Dan smile, his eyes watering as sobs slowly built up in his throat. When one escaped, he ducked to hide his head in Phil’s chest.

“Phil, oh Phil I,” Dan stumbled over his words, too overwhelmed to even know where to begin, “Yes, yes, I’ll marry you, you stupid fucking dork. Fuck.”

Phil felt his own eyes water and he buried his nose in Dan’s hair, letting the few tears he had slip out. They were like rain on a wildfire, soothing the storm in him.

“Shit, I was going to ask once the tour was over, but fucking hell-” Dan laughed, looking up at Phil. “You’re bloody amazing and I can’t believe I’m going to marry you.”

Phil laughed softly, a bit too emotional and trying to keep himself from sobbing from relief and pure love for Dan. He hurriedly kissed Dan, overwhelmed in the best way possible. He had to pull back, however, as he let out a sob. One lead to another and pretty soon he was grossly crying.

Dan cooed, hugging him close and letting Phil cry on his shoulder. He could feel Phil trembling and his sobs coming out in uneven breathes.

“I-I love you so much,” Phil managed, clinging onto Dan for dear life.

Dan closed his eyes as his heart soared to new, dangerous heights. “I love you too. You’re my everything.”

They went to bed much later when they were both much more composed, hearts singing and permanent smiles on their faces.

It was the best night of sleep that Phil had ever had.

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101 fluffy prompts

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FALLING IN LOVE

001: “You’re really soft.”

002: “You smell nice.”

003: “I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”

004: “Is it possible to love too much?”

005: “I don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.”

006: “I will always be there protect you.”

007: “I’m cold. Come closer.”

008: “I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

009: "The stars look especially lovely tonight.”

010: “I’ve never seen such gorgeous eyes before.”

011: “May I have this dance?”

012: “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

013: “You’ll never feel alone with me by your side.”

014: “Let’s get to know each other over dinner.”

015: “All I want is you.”

016: “I could never leave you, I love you too much!”

017: “A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face.”

018: “I want to hear you sing.”

019: “I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.”

020: “You look incredible in that.”

021: “He/She’s quite stunning, isn’t he/she?”

022: “Sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.”

023: “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

024: “I think I’m in love.”

025: “I’d like it if you stayed.

026: "People are jerks, but not you.”

027: “I’ll share the blankets with you.”

028: “I have never felt this way about anyone.”

029: “I want this to never end…”

030: “Can I kiss you?”

LIVING TOGETHER

031: “I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.”

032: “Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death.”

033: “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

034: “You can put your cold feet on me.”

035: “Your stray red item turned my whites pink.”

036: “A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you.”

037: “There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight.”

038: “Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud.”

039: “I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on.”

040: “Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer.”

041: “You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar.”

042: “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”

043: “We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches.”

044: “IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH.”

045: “We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying.”

WEDDINGS/PROPOSALS

046: “I caught the bouquet”

047: “My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them.”

048: “We accidentally got married in Vegas oops”

049: “I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding.”

050: “I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing.”

051: “I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me? ”

052: “If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life.”

053: “Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? ”

054: “May I have this dance, wife/husband? ”

055: “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband.”

056: “I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed.”

057: “This is probably a bad time, but marry me?”

MARRIED LIFE

058: “We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. ”

059: “Your ‘miracle hangover cure’ couldn’t possibly beat mine.”

060: “I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?”

061: “I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.”

062: “I beat you at Mario Kart and now you’re banishing me to the couch for the night?”

063: "I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?”

064: “I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays.”

065: “Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it’s okay?”

066: “We’re arguing over book versus movie.”

067: “I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’”

068: “We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years.”

069: “You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?”

070: “We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home.”

PREGNANCY

071: “I bet it’s a girl/boy.”

072: “Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? ”

073: “I thought I was pregnant but the test must have been wrong. I’m not. ”

074: “You’re lucky I’m pregnant!”

075: “Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy.”

076: “I could really use a foot rub right now.”

077: “Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy.”

078: “Do you wanna know the sex of the baby?”

079: “The baby’s kicks are keeping me up at night.”

080: “Did you feel that?”

081: “I can’t fit into my favorite dress anymore. ”

082: “OH MY GOD I’M GOING INTO LABOR. WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!

083: "I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! ”

084: “I think you might be pregnant.”

085: "It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear.”

PARENTING

086: “I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes.”

087: “Sh…they’re asleep.”

088: “I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint.”

089: “Mondays are your diaper days.”

090: “Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me.”

091: “Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache.”

092: “Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone.”

093: “I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy.”

094: “What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?”

095: “Mm…your kid before five in the morning.”

096: “Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?”

097: “So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?”

098: “I think we should have another.”

099: “Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?”

100: “Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed.”

101: “…They just grow up so fast.”

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kamikaze - 3

summary: For most pirates, the Isle of Riches would sound very appealing. Not for Dan, who got too close to it and witnessed its secrets. Months later, he gets himself taken prisoner aboard Phil’s ship. He’s obnoxious, flirty, and generally a pain in the ass to all on board. But when he gets injured and is forced to let his guard down, Phil finds that Dan isn’t all that he makes himself out to be.

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3 - that you would be my comfort, you would be my healing

9 months later -

Dan was woken to the feeling of someone holding him. He smiled, opening his eyes to find the room dimly lit by the dawn light.

It was early, too early for him to get up. Someone’s arms were wrapped around his waist and he could feel their breath against the back of his hair. Carefully, he rolled so that he was facing the person.

It was Phil, of course, still asleep. It was the same face Dan had woken up to nearly every morning for the past few months.

Normally, Phil was the first one to wake. Dan was naturally nocturnal, so it made sense that he would stay up late. This time, however, Dan was the first one awake.

Dan settled his arms around Phil’s waist and took comfort in the warmth of Phil’s skin against his own. He watched Phil sleep, his chest rising and falling slowly, mouth slightly parted, and hair pushed off his face. It made something comforting settle in Dan’s chest.

He couldn’t help but place a gentle kiss on Phil’s nose, heart full of love for the man who helped him face his past and move on. The touch disrupted Phil’s sleep and he slowly began to stir.

“Hm?” Phil mumbled, opening his eyes. They were clouded with sleep like a sky full of storm clouds. Dan would never get over how stunning they were.

“Morning,” Dan whispered, running his hand softly up and down Phil’s spine. He’s looking at Phil with such fondness that if anyone was to walk in and see it, they’d throw up.

Phil pulled Dan closer so he could hide his face in Dan’s neck. “Too early,” he complained.

Dan laughed softly and pressed a kiss to Phil’s hair. “I’m up first today.”

Phil merely grunted, wanting to go back to sleep.

“Maybe we could go to the market early, visit Sandra’s shop. We could eat breakfast there. Afterwards, we could go sailing for a bit. Have a bit of fun in the boat, if you know what I mean.”

Phil pinched Dan.

“Mean.” He fell into silence, feeling sleepiness begin to tug at him again. “You ever wondered what would have happened if you had gone to the Isle?”

Phil pulled back a bit, looking at Dan. “Not really. I’m happy with how things turned out. I have you.”

He was still curious. “What do you think would have happened?”

Phil thought about it. “I would have been miserable. And disappointed, but mostly miserable. I mean, the island turned out to be rich as in the food was rich there, nothing to do with money at all.” He sighed, resting his forehead against Dan’s. “You don’t need to worry about the what if’s or the past. I don’t regret what I choose to do; you are my world and you’re worth more to me than all of the world’s riches.”

Dan practically melted. He gently kissed Phil, the feeling of his lips against Phil’s sending comfort through him.

“I don’t regret what I did either. Some of the things I did weren’t the best, but I’ve moved on. I have you now, I have Sandra and the rest of the crew.” He kissed Phil again, then broke off into a yawn.

“Still sleepy?”

Dan nodded. “Maybe we can go out later.” He could feel his eyes fighting to close, wanting to stay open and stay lost in the blue while also needing to rest.

Phil smiled softly, bringing a hand up to tangle itself in Dan’s curls. “Yeah, maybe later.”

Dan closed his eyes. “Love you.”

The kiss on his forehead said everything it needed to. Dan fell asleep, not surrounded by riches, but with a heart full of happiness and love.

And that was what really mattered.