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Stuck in Love || Daniel Howell

A/N: Hi this is a very cool request that I got! Also Merry Christmas my lovely readers! 

Word Count: 1.4K

POV: READER

MASTERLIST

“Y/N are you finally ready to go?” Dan asked and held back a groan as he took a quick glance at his watch.

“Just give me one more sec!” I shouted as I stuffed a thermos bottle filled with fresh hot tea and some biscuits into my huge travel bag

My long term boyfriend Dan and I had a long trip ahead of us and I may had made us late by 30 minutes already.

“Almost done.” I assured him as I jumped into my boots and wrapped a thick woollen scarf around my neck.

Dan’s family had invited us to spend Christmas Eve with them at their remote and idyllic cabin on a little mountain. It was a peaceful and romantic getaway and the perfect place to escape the busy London.

“Let’s go.” Dan exclaimed even more excited than how I expected him to be.

It was already getting dark outside when we got into the car and started driving, I hated how early the sun sets in winter.

“Turn it up louder!” I said with enthusiasm, making Dan let go off an exaggerated groan.

I had put together an hours long Christmas playlist that we could listen to during the whole car ride.

Although Dan acted like he was annoyed at first, he started loudly singing along to ‘Jingle Bells’ a few minutes later.

In the meantime it had become pitch black outside and some houses at the side of the road had turned their beautiful Christmas lights on. Although I was a little bit tired I couldn’t stop myself from staring out of the window the whole time. I didn’t want to miss a single bit of this beautiful scenery.

“Oh my god, Y/N. Look!” Dan suddenly shouted, pointing to what was right in front of him.

My eyes widened at the sight as huge smiles spread over both of our faces.

It was snowing.

Dan’s parents had already let us know that it had snowed a lot over in Dan’s home town, but when the first snowflakes hit the front window Dan and I felt like little kids again.

We hadn’t had seen snow all year and now we were seeing our first one on Christmas Eve. It was truly a magical moment.

“It’s so pretty.” I awed as our headlights made the tiny snowflakes visible that were dancing in the air.

I lightly kissed Dan’s cheek, glad to be able to share such a wonderful moment with him. My little kiss made him smile widely, revealing his pretty dimple.

The closer we got to our destination the heavier it started to snow. The flakes got thicker and the trees, streetlamps and rooftops were all covered in a white snow blanket.

The new weather conditions slowed us down immensely, since Dan had to drive much slower and more carefully.

I felt bad for making us half an hour late in addition.

I could tell that Dan got more and more frustrated the later it got. His family was waiting for us, the opulent dinner that was expecting us was probably getting cold as we were driving and we didn’t want to spend our whole Christmas Eve inside of a car.

When the clock read 10pm Dan was deeply frowning and groaning. We should have been there at 8 pm.

“Hi, Mary. It’s me Y/N.” I spoke into my phone, talking to Dan’s mother.

“I’m so sorry that we’re so late. We didn’t expect it to be snowing this heavily.” I let her know. Being the lovely lady she was she was just glad that we were fine.

“It hasn’t snowed this hard in years actually.” She admitted, sounding a bit worried about us.

“We’re almost there, see you in a bit.” I said and hung up after we had both said our goodbyes.

Soon the window wipers had troubles dealing with the immense amount of snow that hit the front window even though it was working on its highest speed.

It was soon to be 11pm when we had reached the bottom of the mountain that the cabin was on top of.

Dan’s whole body language signalized that he was nervous and stressed, not even me lightly petting his arm to calm him down could make him untense.

Our engine and tires started making worrying noises as the road got steeper. The road was covered in ice and thick snow.

Dan was tense as he was making his way up the hill, driving extremely slow. His eyebrows were furrowed together and he was biting his bottom lip in concentration. Dan’s brown orbs were entirely focused on the steep path ahead of us.

We were so close to the cabin, already halfway up the hill when Dan stepped into the gas pedal, but we didn’t move. I grabbed onto my seatbelt and took a deep breath.

The tires started to spin, whirling up some snow. Dan tried to accelerate again and again, but with no success.  

We were stuck.  

“Fuck” he groaned in frustration as he hit the wheel.

“Dan, baby. Everything is fine. I’m just going to call your parents and they’ll come and get us.” I explained and tried to calm us down.

There was no need to freak out right?

“Nothing is alright, Y/N.” Dan whispered, extremely annoyed by this situation.

I saw him take a quick glance at the clock. It was 11.05pm already.

He swallowed hard and hid his face behind his palms.

“This is absolutely terrible.” He breathed.

I got out of the car and called Dan’s parents. His dad told us to just wait there and he’d come and get us in his cross country vehicle.

“Look, it’s all good.” I told my boyfriend after I had hung up.

“We just got to wait until he get’s there.” I said and felt relieved.

“But I don’t have that much time.” Dan sighed as he looked up at the sky as if he was expecting to see something there.

It was now 11.10pm.  

I followed his gaze and as if he knew it would happen, fireworks started to go off, lighting up the pitch black sky.

It was a beautiful explosion of colours and shapes.

“Omg Dan, look! It’s so pretty.” I awed amazed by the spectacle.

“Very pretty, yeah.” He said but didn’t sound anywhere near as excited as me.

“Does this happen every year?” I asked him, still looking up.

“It doesn’t. Just this year.” He mumbled.

Suddenly the fireworks formed a giant red heart, making my eyes grow wide.

It was breath-taking.

There was a little pause that made me think it was over but then I could hear a few fireworks go off at the same time.

I raised my  head again and as I started into the night sky, the fireworks spelled out:

Dan + Y/N

My heart skipped a beat.

“Dan what is this?” I breathed totally moved.

I turned around to face him, but instead of being eye to eye with him he was kneeling in front of me.

We were in the middle of the woods, half way up the hill and stuck in this huge amount of snow. Our car and the fireworks were our only source of light as snowflakes were still dancing around us.

I couldn’t help but gasp and covered my mouth with my hand.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, I had a perfect plan about how this should’ve went. I wanted to ask you the questions of question after dinner in front of my family. I would have taken you onto the balcony. At 11.11pm I wanted to propose to you because of two reasons. Firstly because I could have made a wish and I would have wished for you to say yes. Secondly because I organized the fireworks to go off at that exact time.”

I swallowed hard as I stared down at the love of my life that was still kneeling in front of me. The first tears were dangerously close to spilling from my eyes.

“Maybe this is even a way better engagement story. And I’m just talking because I am so nervous.

But Y/N, I am so in love with you. So, I’m now asking you.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

I could feel my heart race as a giant smile appeared on my face. I vigorously nodded as happy tears streamed down my cheeks.

“YES, a thousand times yes!”

[castawxayaway]

tales of the sleepless

​just a short one as I have 0 time and am running on little energy for the next few days 

if you have a request feel free to ask, it’ll be a few days before it’ll get done so just a heads up on that

last thing - I have a Two Evils inspired piece coming soon, by soon I mean end of the week/weekend. and if you’d like to read more of my writing look up ‘bastille’ on my blog and if you want to see more of me follow my instagram @idiosyncraticcatherine​ :) enjoy!

Lying awake my eyes refused to shift from the ceiling as my mind created vivid images and unknown patterns in amongst the dark. I knew he’d be fast asleep, lightly snoring next to me; undisturbed. Silently I sigh, curious to know how late it is now. To my left I can feel the morning light invade through the blinds, taking a glimpse at the one sleeping form and the other unable to do such no matter how much she wishes to be.

With as much care as possible I force myself out of bed, rather than wallowing in self pity over yet another sleepless night I might as well try and do something. Lightly stepping down the stairs they refused to be involved. One loud creaking floorboard at a time under the weight of my tiptoes, I never liked oak anyway.

As I hover at the bottom of the stairs my mind reaches in different directions. One part of me craves food to fill the void of my lethargic state whilst the other wishes for knowledge in the form of a documentary, something perhaps dull enough to bore me to sleep. Shrugging my shoulders I turn right, walking into the living room. Even now I can feel the night lurk heavily in the shadows, just like the dark circles that form under my eyes.

Placing my earphones in I grab my phone and scroll through Netflix, unaware of the stairs creaking continuously behind me. Leaning back with exhaustion on the sofa I keep the phone up and let the information that’ll drift on by flood my system. After a few minutes of talking and outlining the murder case my body begins to tense, goosebumps rise as they analysis the haunting evidence.

Fully enticed with the documentary and the acclaimed killer I don’t feel a pair of strong hands stroke through my hair and weigh down my shoulders lightly. “Hey.” With a quick jolt my phone is thrown onto the ground along with my earphones and I stand in fright with my arms up to defend myself.

Through heavy breathing I see a rather panicked Dan, bed hair, bewildered like a deer caught in headlights. “Oh Dan, I’m I was I’m,” Fumbling over my words the exhaustion just keeps on knocking me down, in the end I give up on words as he paces closer to me.

“You’ve not been sleeping again, have you?” The temptation to shake my head and lie is lurking at the top of my spine, but his tiredness and concern are too intense to be anything but honest.

His rough fingertips lightly meet my chin, lifting my head up so my eyes join his. All I manage to do is nod, admitting defeat. I can see the sadness rise in his eyes, “I didn’t want you to be concerned or worried. It’s only been a fortnight.” I muttered the last part, we agreed last time that if it were more than 5 days we’d have to do make some changes.

“So that’s been two weeks with barely any sleep.” He sighs, I can feel his eyes burning into the dark circles forming under my eyes. “How’d I not notice before?” Perching on the edge of the sofa I kneel in front of him whilst he buries his head in his hands. “I’m a terrible boyfriend.” Groaning lightly I can’t help but laugh in response.

The worst part is that my emotions go all over the place, from one extreme to the other. My laugh wasn’t a mere giggle but full on hysterics leaving him looking at me as if I were mad. “Okay you need to come back to bed.” Standing up in front of me he held his hands out and helped me back to my feet.

Whilst he remained still the light began to break through, shining behind him. It was effortlessly beautiful, natural. Even at 4:58am, he’d be himself; selfless. We walk back up the stairs and he rubs circles into my hands, soothing me slightly. Once we reach our room I glance at the bed, seeing it more as a trap than a source of bliss after a long day. The long days only get treated with an agonising 6 hours of being drained and eventually 2 hours of momentary peace.

Collapsing back into the mountain of thick sheets and pillows I can see the small smile form on his face whilst I hover at the bed post. “Come on.” He encouraged sleepily. Lying next to him I scooted over, allowing him to lazily hang his arm over my waist and rest his head in the crook of my neck. “I love you.” He muttered with a gentle kiss on my neck.

Resting my head I focused on his words, the soft things he’d whisper on nights like these. My eyes heavy began to shut, my body was shutting down at last, finally relaxing. “I love you too.” All went blurry and I too was at peace.

[imaginemedreamingstuff]

4 years // For you || part eight Dan Howell

A/N: I’m both sad and happy to anounce that this is most probably the last chapter of 4 years // For you! I really hope you guys enjoyed this little story.  

Word Count: 1.2K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR // PART FIVE // PART SIX // PART SEVEN

“I’ve got news” Dr Lancaster said, making our hearts beat faster.

For the last few days Dan and I had waited, unable to do anything else. We hadn’t left the hospital once since Luke was put into a coma. He hasn’t moved either since then…

Every time a doctor or a nurse entered the room we were hoping to hear good news and at the same time we dreaded that they might be bad news instead.

What if Luke would never wake up again? What if he could never be a normal child? What if Dan had to say goodbye after he had just said hello?

It was unimaginable, it was a ‘what if’ that I never wanted to become reality.

But there was a possibility that it would.

That’s why Dan and I sat there stiffly, like we were frozen, as soon as Dr Lancaster had entered the room and announced that there were news, because there was a chance that they would be bad news.

I felt my heart pound against my rib cage as I waited for him to continue.

‘Please let them be good’ I prayed, facing skywards as I held Luke’s tiny hand a little bit tighter.

‘I’ll give you anything if you give me Luke.’ I promised as if I could bargain with god or the universe.

“We have finally found out what’s causing all of the irregularities.” The doctor told us, looking up from his clipboard.

Dan and I had waited for 4 days straight. We were worried sick and during those frustrating hours that we spent in this hospital nobody could tell us why Luke was hooked onto a breathing machine and under constant surveillance.

“The infected cells have spread without us noticing. They started to attack his kidneys to a point where they’re not working anymore.”

I swallowed hard while I taxed my brain trying to understand what that meant for Luke’s future. So it was bad news then? Tears started to brim in my eyes as Dr Lancaster continued.  

“We could stop them before other organs were affected. It’s just a kidney failure that we didn’t know he had.”

I let go off the breath I had been holding.  

“So what can we do?” I wanted to know urgently. We were just so desperate by now that every second without Luke was pure agony.

Dr Lancaster turned his face towards Dan, an undefinable look in his grey eyes.  

“We may have to ask for your help again, Mr Howell.” He stated and somehow asked at the same time.

Dan nodded with determination. “I said I’ll do anything.” Dan reminded us as he glanced at Luke with a little smile on his lips.

I watched the two men talk and at first I didn’t get what was going on. I didn’t realize what kind of help Dan had agreed to already without even blinking an eye.

They were talking about a kidney transplantation.

 Dan took place in one of the hospital beds once again, this time he had to wear a patient gown.

By now I was sure that Dan would really agree to do anything just to save his son’s life.

“Thank you so much.” I whispered as I flung my arms around his neck, close to tears again.

“Anything for him.” He answered and his voice was soft and calm. He didn’t seem to be scared at all.

“For him and for you, Y/N.” he added as he gazed into my eyes with so much love that suddenly I wasn’t scared anymore either.

“You’re the best dad in the world.” I told him and meant every word I said.

A huge smile spread across his face and that was the moment I knew that I wanted us to be a family. Dan, Luke and I. I knew that I wanted him to be a part of my life, I knew that the butterflies had returned again.

The nurses were telling me that I had to leave soon because they needed to start.

So instead of saying ‘good luck’, ‘it’ll be alright’ or ‘I’m sure it won’t hurt’ I slowly lowered my head inch by inch.

Dan’s eyes widened and sparkled as I placed my hand gently onto his face. I felt myself shaking with pleasant anticipation and the butterflies in my stomach seemed to go crazy.  

I leaned in but he was the one who closed the last distance between us. Our lips met again for the first time in over 4 years and it felt just like back then. When we were young and innocent and nothing had hurt us, everything was alright and the world belonged to us.

We moved our lips in perfect synch and it felt so right. It wasn’t a normal kiss, it was filled with so much love and emotion. And it didn’t matter that it was short because I deep down I knew that there were many more kissed to come in the future.

As soon as we broke apart I had to leave because I wasn’t allowed to be with him anymore. They would soon put him under anaesthesia and then move him to the surgery room…

Once again I had to wait. This time I was all by myself while the two most important people in my life were undergoing surgery. I felt useless without anything to do and my thoughts and fears were driving me crazy.

It took hours and hours and I just prayed that it would all be worth it in the end.

After 4 hours that felt like an eternity Dr Lancaster showed up in the doorway.

“And? Did it work?” I nearly shouted at him before he even had the chance to open his mouth…

“Luke!” I shouted.

“Luke! Look over here.”

I waved my arms to get the young boy’s attention. As he finally looked in my direction I pressed the button that would take the video.

I filmed Dan push Luke on the swings and they both looked so happy and beautiful.  

“Higher” our son shouted with joy and giggled as Dan pushed him even higher up in the air.

Since we lived in a small flat in London we often visited a local park so Luke, who was a very active child could play and romp around.

It was about to be autumn and all of the leaves were yellow and orange. The whole world was colourful. We were all wrapped in thick woollen scarfs and I was wearing gloves that hid the silver wedding ring on my finger.  

Dan had gotten Luke a video camera as soon as they got out of the hospital and he would take videos of everything he did. Because now he could do things, things a normal child could do. A child who wasn’t suffering from an deathly illness. A child who survived.

Luke took videos of all his activities instead of pictures now because he didn’t need to remember people anymore, he just needed to live.

And that’s what we did, together.

[imaginemedreamingstuff]

“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.

[phangirlys]

Insecurities

Dan x reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: Swearing (but only like once) 4:30 p.m. I opened the front door to my shared flat, throwing my purse and coat on the sofa. I walk to my room and procrastinate whether or not to change. The 33 degree (C) weather won and I changed into simple baggy shorts and a tank top. I was a sweaty mess and my day had already gone bad enough. Work extra stressful today. I was alone, my boyfriend Dan still at the BBC radio station where he worked. I laid on my bed with my laptop and decided to scroll through Instagram while I waited for Dan to get back home. I stopped on a particular pic of me and Dan on the beach together. I smiled slowly as I remembered that day, he just made me so happy. It didn't last long though as I looked through the comments. Dread draining the happiness. One in particular struck me, 'OMG look at her! All I see is stretch marks! EWWW.' I instantly look down at myself, rubbing my hands over the stretch marks on my inner thighs and hips. Tears start to fill my eyes as I read more and more comments. 'She looks disgusting' No matter how many nice ones I passed the only ones that stuck out were hateful. 'Ugly' That's the most common words I saw being used. By this point my mascara was running and I was crying harder. I pushed the laptop aside and buried my face in the pillows. Not caring that they were probably going to be stained. I don't know how much time passed before I felt a familiar pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist. I looked up and Dan was right next to me. Our bodies facing each other. He wore a worried look. "Oh my God Y/N what's wrong?!" He pulled my closer so that my head was pressed up against his chest. I listened to the beating of his heart as I tried to calm down. I finally managed out the words, "I am ugly. That's what's wrong. I absolutely hate myself-" I couldn't finish my thought because I was in tears again. Dan brought both hands to my cheeks and wiped away my tears pressing out foreheads together. I closed my eyes taking in his scent. He smelled of peppermint and fresh shampoo. "Why can't you see yourself the way I see you?" I could feel his warm breath and I sighed, his voice was smooth like honey but filled with deep, sincere, concern. He brought me closer so that when he spoke our lips brushed against each other's. I opened my eyes and was greeted with his chocolate brown ones. "I love every fucking thing about you. From the way your hair frames your face-" he stops to tuck a pice of hair behind my ear. "-to the way your beautiful E/C eyes sparkle in the moonlight. I love your stretch marks-" he looks down at me as he says that biting his bottom lip. I moan as he starts massaging over them. He brings his attention back up to my face. "- and I absolutely love you lips." You smile and kiss him. Slow but passionate. "I love you." He says into the kiss. "Love you more." I say back. Challenging him. "Oh yeah, well I love you most." *Hey so this is my first ever fic so tell me what you guys think. I do take requests but I can't promise that they will get done very quickly. Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!! Xoxo also it's very late so sorry if the editing is crap. :p BYYYEE :)

[danhowellfix-blog]

Love at First Signing (2/2)

Part 1

Pairing: danisnotonfire x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: A Swear (just one)

Word Count: 6203 (inc. part 1... will i ever write a small fic? probs not.)

Prompt (anon): Please do one where the reader takes their little sister to meet Dan and Phil and they have no idea who they really are but then when they see Dan for the first time there’s a connection between them and Dan acts like he really likes them too but its shy and cute and broody? Idk if you can make a fic out of this lol? Thank you!

(N.B. I didn't attend a book signing or a tour show, I have winged it for the sake of plotline, please don't yell at me for not getting the fine details right, it's all hypothetical.)

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"Come ON!" shrieked Y/S/N, stomping backwards down the busy path in front of you, holding your hand in both of hers and pulling at you with all her tiny strength. Your train had pulled in only 10 minutes ago, having been delayed for almost an hour a few stops back, and that definitely meant you would be late to Dan and Phil's meet and greet. Rumour had it, if you weren't there on time, you didn't get to meet them.

You glanced at your watch, you were already half an hour late and the theatre still had to be around 10 minutes away.. Shit.

"I don't think we're going to get there sweetheart" you say, rather out of breath because of the speed you were moving. "I'm not even 100% sure I know where we are right now!"

"Then move FASTER", she cried, voice squeaking. "Get your phone out and do that map thing! WE HAVE TO MEET THEM, THEY SAID THEY WOULD REMEMBER ME!!" She screamed at you. People began to turn their heads.

"Don't yell at me! It wasn't my fault the train was delayed!  I think it's this way... Look there's no point in pulling at me Y/S/N, we have our tickets and we will still see the show." You pull you hand away from hers and rub your fingers, red from how tightly she was squeezing.

"Don't pretend like you don't want to see them! You might be older than me but I'm not a dumbo, I know you fancy Dan! I read your diary!!" She shouts at you, running ahead down the busy London street.

"Y/S/N! YOU DID WHAT?! COME BACK DON'T YOU DARE RUN OFF!" You hold your bag against your body and zip in between the people headed your way. You can just about make out the top of her head as she disappears off through the crowd.

"Sorry sir!" You say, as your shoulder collides into a strangers. You run off again before he has time to react.

"Y/S/N!!!"

You finally catch up to her and grab hold of her t-shirt.

"Are you listening to me?! Don't you ever run off like that! We're in London Y/S/N." You swing her round to face you. "I don't know London very well. I don't know where we are and neither do you!"

"BUT I DO I FOUND IT!" She squeals, completely ignoring you and jumping up and down on the spot. She lifts her hand and points up to your left. You follow her finger to see the grand London Palladium roughly 20 meters away from you. The billboards hanging against the stone had 'The Amazing Tour Is Not On Fire' glowing in bright letters. The doors were still open.

"Oh...thank god." You say... Probably a little too flatly. You realised a growing part of you felt anxious. And your heart was much beating faster, not just because of the running.

It had been exactly 74 hours since you were at the WHSmith book signing, and exactly 73 hours since you had fallen for  Dan Howell.  The 73 hours between then and now had felt like a lifetime.

You had been excited to see him again, knowing you had that spark with him a few days ago had given you soft butterflies. In the 21 years you'd been alive, no boy had had an affect on you quite the same as he did.

Now you were here though, it suddenly felt ridiculous. He is a world famous YouTube star, he had met hundreds, if not thousands of viewers these past few weeks, he was gorgeous and kind and smart and so many people probably fancied the crap out of him. What the hell made you think you stood a chance? You had spent minutes with him. There's every chance he'd completely forgotten you. Who even says he was interested? What if he was just being nice? The soft butterflies turned harsh. Your stomach almost ached with nerves... Yet... the way he'd looked at you...

But then your little sister grabs your hand and you both run towards the doors.

"Can we come in? Can we come in?" She squeals at the man stood in front of the doors. "We have our tickets don't we Y/N! We're here to meet Dan and Phil!" She grins at him sweetly, panting a little through her words. You couldn't be selfish, this was her treat, you just had to suck it up, nerves or otherwise.

"I'm sorry girls... I can't let anyone else through to the meet and greet. Cut off time was 30 minutes ago, and the room is stuffed full, we're almost breaking health and safely regulations as it is."

"What?!" You say. You feel your sister drops her hand from yours.

"How has that happened? Surely the number of tickets released shouldn't even come close to breaking number rules or whatever it is." You wave your hand around dismissively. "There's only two of us, she's small! Please let us go through." You plead. The man sighs.

"A lot of the people that have arrived have bought mums and dads, and sisters and stuff." He says, nodding towards you both. "We've had to let other people through to accompany the under 16's so now the room is tightly packed. Are you attending the show afterwards?"

"Yes." You reply, not trying to hide the annoyance in your voice. Also trying to ignore the tiniest part of you that was relived you wouldn't potentially embarrass yourself in front of Dan.

"Then the best I can do is let you into the lobby. You can wait there for the show, but I can't let you into the room with the rest of them. Sorry ladies. Show me your tickets."

"The tickets I paid well over £100 for? Sure." You say bitterly. You pull them out of your bag and force them into his palm. He quickly nods and stands aside. You grasp hold of your sisters hand and pull her into he building.

The lobby was incredibly grand, the carpets were a dark red and the wood finishing was shining. Various seats were scattered around the walls and theatre show posters were hanging on every space of wall. Double doors to the left of you caught your attention the most. You could hear chatting, laughing, squealing and and crying noises floating through the wood. That must be where the meet up is. You should technically be on the other side of those doors right now. And that's where he was.

You glance down at Y/S/N who is sat on a seat under an bunch of posters, her bottom lip pouted and her eyes full of tears.

"Sorry sweetie. We will still see the show. Don't cry." You say, sitting down next to her. She rests her head on your shoulder.

"But they won't see us." She replies.

"I know." You look down at your lap. "I was hoping we could have a chat with them again..I guess... But we'll still see them, I've heard good things about the show!" You say positively, nudging her gently with your elbow. You feel her nod.

"And listen you, don't ever read my diary. It's not a shared item, it's not open for discussion either. You don't touch it. Ever." You say sternly.

"Sorry Y/N" she mumbles. "But I think he fancies you a bit too."

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Around an hour had passed, you were scrolling through tumblr on your phone, and your sister was asleep on your lap. The loud chatter and laughter still drifting through the doors. Aside from a few staff members, no one had been through the lobby in a while.

Things suddenly go quieter through the doors, and you hear a loud, collective "BYEEE!" come from all the viewers.

You stroke you sisters hair and pop your phone in your pocket. "Up you get, they might let us into the show now. I think the meet and greet is done."

"Ugh, finally." She grumbles, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

You take her hand and walk towards the large grand staircase. As you reach the top step, you turn to her.

"You best cheer up miss," you say, "I've technically paid a hell of a lot of money for this bloody show."

"Well we'll have to make it worth every penny." A deep velvety voice says from behind you.

You know that voice, and your heart beats uncontrollably fast in your chest.

You swing round and see both youtubers stood at the base of the stairs, with various tour organisers wandering behind them. Dan was wearing his black jeans and red jumper that suits him so well, his hair was swept to the side and you could see his eyes shining from where you were stood. A smile spread across his lips as you gazed at him.

"AAAAAAH!" Squeals your sister. "DAN AND PHIL!" She jumps up and down and begins to head down the stairs.

"VIP Y/S/N as Y/N! Stay there we're coming to you." Says Phil, smiling at you both. He starts to walk up the stairs towards you. Dan follows.

"You remember us?!" She giggles.

"Of course! We read your letter and we wanted to say thank you for it today, but you weren't at the meet and greet," says Phil, a genuine wave of sadness in his voice. He was so incredibly sweet with all his viewers, and Y/S/N absolutely adored him. He was now stood 4 steps below you, his face level with your sisters. Dan however, had moved to only 2 step away from you, level with your face, and a flurry of air hit you, intoxicated with his gorgeous scent.

"We weren't let in. Trains screwed us over so we were late. We've been waiting down there." You say to Phil, purposely leaning away from Dan and nodding down towards the seats. He was making you dizzy, and he's only been around you a few seconds. You hadn't even looked him in the eye properly yet, but you can see out the corner of your eye that his facial expression has changed.

"Are you serious? They didn't let you in?" He suddenly asks, looking directly at you. You drag your eyes up his body and feel your stomach twist as you look at his face.

"Yeah... well...  uh... it's okay, we're heading to the show now." You say, stumbling on your words. It was a stuggle to form a sentence with a guy like him gazing at you with a really sexy angry look on his face.

"So are we," replies Phil. Well, we're heading to the dressing room first. Do you guys want to come? Make up for not getting into the meet and greet. You can help me get ready for the show Y/S/N. I need someone to help me fringe check! And I guess Y/N can help Dan with whatever he needs..." He gives your sister a cheeky smile, and she giggles as you feel your cheeks flush bright pink. Dan also looks down at his feet, but a cute smile dances on his lips.

"I'd like that." Dan mumbles, whilst Y/S/N squeals and chatters at Phil. It seems only you heard him. Or maybe he only meant you to. Either way, your heart picks up pace and he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes glittering. God damn.

"Sure." You say loudly to them all, "that will be fun huh Y/S/N?"

"YESYESYESYESYES!!" she yells in response, letting go of your hand and reaching for Phil's. He climbs the other 4 steps and nods at you.

"Let's go get ready for the show!" He says, raising his fist in joy.

"After you." Says Dan, holding out his hand after the direction your sister was dragging Phil. For a split second, you almost take it just how Y/S/N had taken Phil's, but you don't. Why would he want to hold your hand? You give him a weak smile and turn away, and as he climbs the 2 remaining steps, he brushed his shoulder against yours, and for a second you swear you do feel his fingers on yours...

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"Do I look okay?" Phil asks your sister, poking at his fringe and looking in the dressing room mirror. She was sat opposite him on the dressing table, her legs swinging.

"Yep!" She grins, before chattering away to him about her favourite animals. Phil was being so patient with her, she could honestly talk the hind legs off anything. You knew this wasn't the sort of thing they do with any viewers, so right at that moment, looking at how happy Y/S/N was, you were eternally grateful to these two guys.

You were sat on the other side of the small dressing room to Phil, on a blue plush sofa littered with huge purple cushions. Dan had chosen to sit next to you, however he was leant forward, turned towards a small mirror propped on a box next to his legs. He hadn't said a word to you since the stairs, and after 20 minutes of sitting in silence with him, you were beginning to think he wasn't going to bother at all. When all of a sudden...

"Um.. Y/N, can you help me with something a sec?" He leans back against the sofa, and turns his head towards you. Your shoulders were barely touching but you could feel his warmth.

He was looking right into your eyes, and you saw his pupils dilate as you found yourself rather embarrassingly staring back.

"Achem.." coughed your sister, bringing you back to consciousness.

"Oh.. yeah OK sure. What is it?" You ask nervously, as he smiles and stands above you.

"I need someone to... uh... fit my mic pack." He holds his hand out to you. This time there was no mistaking his intention.

"Do you... I mean don't you.... isn't there someone who does all that stuff for you? I don't really know how to..." You stare at his open palm, and your heart beats faster in your chest. What are you doing? Making excuses?? Go with him for God sake!

"Yeah... there is... I just...don't worry." He takes a step back away from you, and he looks down at his feet, his open hand curling into a fist. He looked a little hurt. Did you just reject him? Was he trying to be alone with you? Oh God. Your eyes flicker over to your little sister, who was staring at you, a little open mouthed and her brow furrowed. She gestured over at Dan with her head and gave it a little shake in disbelief. Jeez, even she knew what was going on.

"Of course I'll help you." You say suddenly. You stand up in front of him and grab hold of his fingers. Adrenaline flowing through you. You wouldn't exactly get this opportunity again...

He smiles down at your fingers locked in his and looks up to meet your eyes. They shone gently. At that moment, a flurry of their tour team burst through the dressing room tour.

"Okay guys if you want to...Oh, sorry girls, who are you?" Says a lady carrying what looks like two mic packs and a load of wires.

"It' alright, they're our friends and they've come to see the show." Says Phil. "Is it that time already?" He pulls out his phone from his pocket and glances at the digital numbers. "Wow.. I'm sorry, I didn't realise how much the meet and greet had overrun. We didn't get to spend much time with you..." He says, pouting.

"That's alright.." You drop Dan's fingers, and you realise his gaze hasn't wandered from you since the team had come in the door, who were now all bustling round the boys doing various preparation things. "We need to go and find our seats anyway. Come on you." You say to your sister, who's little pout had returned.

"Okaaaaay..." She sighs. Hopping down off the table, and lunging towards Phil for a hug. As she squeezes him around the middle you hear her say "Thank you for being the best ever!"

"Thank you too!" He says as he gently rubs her back.

Your eyes flicker up to Dan's again, and you see he has moved a little closer to you.

"Um... listen thank you for letting us.." You say, gesturing around the room, and nodding up at him."

"You're welcome... I'm sorry you couldn't help me with my mic pack..." He replies, smiling softly but sadly.

"Well.. we'd probably have gotten all tangled up anyway." You giggle, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I was counting on it." He replies confidently, not bothered by the room full of people overhearing. You feel your cheeks flush pink. There was nothing you could say to that, but if he could hear your heartbeat right now, he'd know exactly how that made you feel.

"Come on now please ladies, I'll take you to your seats." Says the one with all the wires. She dumps them on the sofa and open the door for you, smiling kindly but encouragingly.

Y/S/N walks over and gives Dan a quick hug too, before joining your side and giving them both a wave.

"Bye." You say, smiling at them. Dan bites his lip, but says nothing. You can't help but feel an ache in your stomach. You had so much time with him, and nothing even happened. But you knew one thing, he liked you. Whether it was as much as you liked him was questionable, but he definitely liked you. And that was enough.

Their dressing room door slowly swung shut behind you and Y/S/N skipped ahead with the tour lady, telling her every detail of your encounter with the lovely Dan and Phil. Just before the door closes you swear you hear Dan say something to Phil again, just like he had a few days ago at the book signing. And once again Phil replies.

"You had plenty of opportunity."... Or something that sounded like that anyway.

You carry on down the long hallway, past dressing rooms, prop storage, maintenance offices, green rooms, kitchens until you see large double doors leading to the seating area. Y/S/N was still skipping ahead with the tour lady, who was now definitely just 'ooh'ing and 'aah'ing in response to everything she was saying.

You take in a deep breath and try to push all thoughts of your failed opportunity with the one guy you've ever really really liked, maybe even loved, to the back of your mind. You were just another viewer now. A viewers sister in fact. Give it a week, and he'll have forgotten you completely.

All of a sudden, warm fingers grip your waist, and you're pulled backwards round the corner. You gasp out when-

"Shh! I'm sorry! Hi, don't freak out!"

It was Dan, he had you ever so gently pushed against the wall, one hand holding your waist still, and the other raised in the air as a 'sorry' gesture'. He put a finger to his lips and smiled down at you, trying not to laugh at your expression.

"What the hell?" You say, trying to sound shocked when really, the tiniest part of you had been hoping for this. You look right into his eyes and a smile breaks across your lips. "You frightened me!"

"Liar." He replies, his hand moves to lean against the wall next to you. "Look, I um I need to be quick and... I need to tell you something before you go out there, because there's a chance I never see you again, or there's a chance that no one ever tells you this and you deserve to hear it, not that no one will ever say it to you I don't mean that I just mean that.. well right now, I have to tell you because you've been driving me a little crazy ever since the signing and Phil told me to tell you but I'm not doing this now because of him I'm doing it for me... and for you...and I just have to say that..."

Your heart is beating ferociously in your chest. Your eyes are glues to his, and right now, he could say anything and you'd probably melt, but he goes for something that almost makes you explode..

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I mean it Y/N. It almost hurts to look at you, and you have to know I mean that in the best way, and like.. when I do, I can't stop looking at you because you're gorgeous and I've never met anyone like you. There's something about you I can't shake, its like I have to be around you...You're incredible Y/N I need you to know that. You have a right to know when a guy is... probably falling in love with y-"

In a moment of pure crazy emotion, you take a chance and lean forward, pressing your lips against his. He doesn't attempt to pull away from you. Your stomach flips and you can almost feel your heart beating in your ears. It was a soft kiss, gentle but with passion.

You feel him inhale and he winds his hands round your back, holding you against him for a few seconds, before you break away.

"This is crazy... is this crazy? We don't know each other at all! This is..."

"Crazy." He replies, resting his forehead against yours. "I guess now, you'll have to wait for me after the show. We've got a lot of getting-to-know to do."

You laugh against him. "Perfect."

"Yeah, you are." He lets go of you but gives you one small kiss again, sending you all the way to heaven and back. He then turns away from you and heads back down the hall towards his dressing room. It takes you a few seconds for your head to stop spinning, and then you head back towards the double doors, and towards your little sister. Whom without, you'd never have even met him.

You push your way through the doors and look out at the huge audience all chatting and singing excitedly, waiting for the show to begin. You instantly find your sister who is probably singing the loudest, and plop down in your seat next to her. A fixed smile on your face. She stops singing and turns to you.

"Where'd you go?" She asks innocently.

"Turns out Dan did want some help with his mic pack." You say quietly, so no one around you hears.

"Oh reeeallly?" She giggles, nudging you. She really was too smart for her own good.

"Yes, shush."

"Wait does that mean we'll be seeing them again?!" She grins excitedly.

"I think so sweetie" you smile into your lap. "I definitely think so."

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(Honest opinions please, I feel like this was all waffle scene setting and no fluff in the end... idk.. hope you enjoy.)

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Why Were We Always Fighting?

Someone requested a Dan and Y/N where you and Dan were always fighting and you claimed to hate each other and one day you are having a really bad day and Dan hears about it and thinks it’s all his fault and then tries to comfort you and help you. Hope you Enjoy! :3 This is my first story that I’m posting on this blog so hope you like it :) 

Why Were We Always Fighting?

You and Dan have known each other for years, but you never really talked anymore. You tried at first and you guys really seemed like good friends, but after a few months apart and you guys growing in both your careers and as people you realized a friendship between you guys was going to be harder than you thought. You slowly drifted and eventually after five years you had went from checking in once a month to avoiding each other like you guys were a toxic chemical. You didn’t even know how this happened. You both hated each other, so you claimed, but you didn’t know why or how you hated each other or how it happened you just did. One day you were having a really rough day. Everything was getting to you and you felt like the world was caving in around you. You grabbed your phone the minute you got in the front door and instantly texted your friend. You told them how you just felt so alone and that the whole world was against you recently. You send it and wait. A message comes back a few minutes later that makes you stop and your stomach sink. “Y/N? Are you okay?” You realize that the message you had sent about everything you were feeling and what was happening around you was sent to Dan Howell. The thing that made you even more confused is that his response wasn’t snarky or degrading, he seemed genuinely concerned. “Um… I guess, I mean you wouldn’t care either way would you?” “I mean…Who did this to you? Was it me that made you feel this way?” “Dan, You haven’t spoken to me in months, scratch that, years without having a snarky undertone or a sarcastic meaning. Trust me, your time for making me feel like this has past.” You send back and throw your phone of the table in front of you. Why were you still texting him? “Y/N, Listen to me, I’m sorry okay. I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry that I ever made you feel alone and trapped and everything you said you are feeling now in your message. I know we were friends once and I know things just turned south and I miss you Y/N. I miss our midnight conversations that we would have when I was in a different country than you, I miss being able to call you when something was wrong and I miss hearing your voice and I miss all your silly little habits.” You feel your throat get tight as you go to text him back. “What are you trying to say?” You pause for a moment before sending it. “I’m saying I’m coming over.” You panic. You repeatedly text him over and over, but no response ever comes back. Eventually you feel he was just lying and trying to hurt you as any person who has that much hatred for you would and you start to get ready to go to sleep. As you walk out of your room wearing a sweatshirt and flannel pants and your messy bun you hear a knock at the door. You sigh and shuffle to the door. As you look through the little window in your apartment door you see the person you wanted to just avoid. You swing open the door. “What do you want! I told you, your time for making me feel this way is-“ He wraps you in a hug. You start to fight at first, but then you are welcome to his warm embrace. You bring your arms up and hug him back. “Let’s sit.” He says and starts walking towards the couch. “I never said you can come in.” You say sternly. “You hugged me, I kinda figured that it was okay” He smirked. You put your head down in an attempt to hide the smile on your face as you shut the door and head over to him. “Nice sweater” He says as you move in front of the couch. You look at him with a disgusted face wondering how he felt teasing you would help, but you look down anyway and you realize he wasn’t hurtfully teasing you. You were wearing his University of Manchester sweatshirt. You feel your face turn beet red and you sit by him on the couch. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” “Are you serious? You walk in here after not talking to me for years and expect me to spill my life to you?” You couldn’t begin to think of all the reasons you wanted him out of your apartment but a part of you wanted him to stay. “If I wasn’t serious about helping you and the fact that I missed you I wouldn’t have come now would I?” He had a point. You did just want someone to talk to also. He seemed to be the only one listening. Even though your instincts fought against it when he held out his arm so you could snuggle close to him, you did anyway. You started to catch him up with everything that was happening in your life since he left it. After you had finished you looked up at him. He stared into your eyes and kissed you delicately on the forehead. “I wish I was there for all of that…I’m sorry I wasn’t” He truly appeared sorry. “I wish you were too.” You felt your throat get tight again and tears in your eyes. You put your head back against his chest so he didn’t see. “Tell me what’s been going on with you.” You say staring at the wall. “Well, if you’ve been on tumblr you’d have a pretty good idea.” He laughed. “That’s the stuff that you tell the world. I want you to tell me the stuff that you would only tell your close friends.” This was something you’d always go through when you’d have midnight conversations. Due to Dan’s internet fame most of his life was on the internet by his own choice. It’s not a bad choice, but sometimes it restricted him from talking to people about anything else. Especially anything he didn’t want online. He began to speak and you closed your eyes. The next thing you knew you wound up waking up, but not on him or in the same room you were before. You were in your bed under the blankets. You sprang up and saw a note on the corner of your bed you opened it and read. “Y/N, I had to go do the radio show. I didn’t want to wake you. So I just put you to bed when I had to go this morning. Text me when you are up, maybe we can meet for lunch or something? Just to let you know, I don’t know why we wound up acting the way we did for so many years and seeing you last night made me regret ever leaving your life. I’m sorry. :Dan You smiled and held the note in your hand and reached for your phone. You weren’t sure where this was headed this time, but you were willing to see what it may have to offer. Maybe things would be different this time around.

-Written by Emily (thedoctor-and-thedetective)