➤ during a liveshow, while they’re playing some game like overcooked and phil just says “babe!” loud because they were having a soft romantic day hours before and even tho he’s mad dan made them lose, he loves the boy too much. he almost misses the incredulous look dan is giving him. “oh shoot” is all he thinks.
➤ editing a video, smiling softly as he watches dan complain about how he almost fell off because of phil’s hair straightener that was on the floor in the middle of their room. “their”, dan said. phil bites his bottom lip, he’s so glad dan isn’t scared of saying things like that when the camera is on. if somehow that leaks, they will just deal with it, they’re not so scared anymore. part of phil hopes they’re finally getting ready to come out. he hears dan call him from the kitchen. he cuts that bit.
➤ of course someone else is going to out them. caspar and his terrible habit of vlogging everything. dan sighs while he watches caspar’s new vlog and in the background, kinda blurry but obviously dan and phil giggling and kissing each other’s noses. drunkeness and love making them so happy but so dumb. phil looks at him and shrugs. “want to buy a pizza?”
➤ dan is on tumblr, he sees a cute phanart, the caption is: “dan is enamored of his man, isn’t he?”. dan reblogs it and adds: “i really really am”.
➤ dan is watching the final version of their new gaming video. he spent hours editing it because their computer froze a lot and he just wanted to go to bed and cuddle with his boyfriend. they’re answering a quiz in the video when phil says: “i like our new bed, it’s better than the old one.”. dan finishes watching it and decides that tomorrow he’ll upload it. he goes to their bedroom and almost jump on their bed, and phil was right. it’s a really good bed.
➤ “are you cutting this?”, dan asks and phil frowns, confused to why wouldn’t he. dan is literally giving him a kiss on the cheek and calling him “so cute”. it’s not exactly a proof, but they’re dan and phil and their fans would never let it go. “maybe... just don’t cut it? it’s a cute part, i’m sure everyone will appreciate it.”. phil looks at his boyfriend, who is looking down. phil takes a deep breath, feeling his eyes water a little bit. 9 years. finally.
Summary: Out of nowhere, a haunted house appear and Phil wants to go.
Words: 541
Warnings: Kinda mentions of sex, but not really...
A/N: It’s not beta’d and English is not my first language, so there might be mistakes.
Fragment: “But if I can’t sleep because we go into that thing, I’m waking you up and we’re suffering together.”
“Okay, I love you, thanks,”
There wasn’t any special event soon, Halloween wasn’t even near… Then why was a haunted mansion in front of Dan and Phil’s new house? They wouldn’t know it until two days after it was located. During those days they tried to find on the internet news about the strange house, but two days later, they would receive a paper under their door, inviting them to visit the new attraction on the neighbourhood as it would only be there for a week.
As soon as both of them read it, Phil became a little kid and started begging Dan so they could go. He even pulled out his kicked-puppy-eyes, and pouted, making Dan roll his eyes, but agreeing at last.
“But if I can’t sleep because we go into that thing, I’m waking you up and we’re suffering together.”
“Okay, I love you, thanks,” said Phil before pecking Dan’s lips.
Immediately after that, Dan started doubting. He got scared very easily, and his thoughts usually tortured him until late hours in the night, when his brain was too tired to function. When the time came to go outside and into the house, he was definitely regretting his decision of going.
They stood in front of the house for a second, watching how couples and families started to make their way into it, forming a short queue on the entrance. Dan looked at how tall the house was, and how the walls whistled with the wind, although probably that sound was just recorded, but i made Dan’s heart beat hard.
The house had just two thing that looked like windows, even though the right form to describe it would be two big dirty mirrors. The whole house looked pretty dirty, but as Dan got closer he realised it was just very dark paint, which put him a bit out of his emersion on this horror.
By his side, Phil was almost jumping with excitement, a big smile on his face that got bigger every step they got closer to the entrance. Once there, they paid the money and Dan said to Phil:
“You can go first.” Phil didn’t laugh, but not because he didn’t want to, but because he knew Dan would be upset if he did.
“No, we are going in at the same time.”
“I hate you. I’m not gonna let you steal my cereal anymore. You are a horrible person for making me go there and enjoying my pain. I don’t even wanna talk to you right now.”
Phil laughed —like he had been doing for the last half an hour— as they were going back to their house. Dan didn’t stop shouting and Phil didn’t stop laughing until they were back inside. In that moment, Phil realised Dan’s cheeks had gone red and he looked like an angry little kid. Phil smiled lovingly and kissed Dan.
“I’m sorry, I love you, can you forgive me?” asked Phil after he pulled away.
“Mmm… Maybe.” Phil laughed again, kissing him again as they made their way to their bedroom.
Even if he had been sure that he would be having nightmares, that night Dan would sleep peacefully in Phil’s embrace, forgetting all the ‘horrors’ that he had seen that evening.
Phil just liked to watch Dan do things. The way he hummed to himself whilst cooking dinner, the way he soundlessly drummed his fingers against his laptop or the way his nose scrunched up and the sides of his eyes crinkled when he laughed. He liked to watch as the light danced over the curves and swoops in his hair and how the sunbeams reflected on it in the sun and how it was almost luminescent in the moonlight even though it was dark brown. Dan was a whirlwind, as turbulent as a thunderstorm in the warm summer evenings, always on his way even though he wasn’t going anywhere.
It was one of the rare occasions where Dan wasn’t fidgeting and he had for once really settled down. His head was in Phil’s lap and his soft curls lay against the rough fabric of Phil’s jeans, his eyelashes ghosted over his pale cheeks and his chest rose and fell in time with Phil’s own breaths. It was quiet in the living room except for the soft clicking that came from the radiator. Spring was approaching so the heat wasn’t really needed anymore, but Phil liked for it to be on for as long as possible so he could get away with not wearing socks in the still cold April mornings. Without him noticing his hand had started stroking the side of Dan’s face, his finger lightly tracing over Dan’s cheekbones. It was quite late in the evening, but some light had still found it’s way through the blinds, casting shadows on the both them. A lightstrip fell on Dan’s face, illuminating his smooth features, making his skin a soft blue colour. Dan had both of his hands tucked under his cheek and his mouth was slightly agape, his breath softly trickling between his lips and onto Phil’s thigh. And in that moment, his whole body was just full of the soft, red, hot feeling of love and utter devotion.
Phil sometimes thought the love he had for this boy was going to make his heart crumple into tiny little pieces because of it being just so much all the time, but unbeknownst to him, it only made it grow stronger and beat harder for each day passing. He could feel the warmth from Dan’s body through his clothes, his skin almost burning with the affection his heart pumped out. Phil carefully put his hand in Dan’s curls, and Dan let out a contented sigh. The curls felt so soft against his fingers as he combed through them, watching them bounce back into place time and time again.
The two of them really loved each other, he had never been more certain of anything else in his entire life. The three words having being uttered on many occasions; huddled together under the covers, in the back of a taxi, quietly whispered in changing rooms before shows, screamed across the apartment, little black letters on the screens of their phones, through a grainy webcam at three in the morning. And that’s what he thought about whilst sitting there with the person he loved the most sleeping in his lap, fragile and trusting. Dan’s smile, his hands on his body, his lips on his neck, his every thought and dream out in the air, spoken quietly as if them being said to loud would make them break.
Phil felt his eyelids starting to droop and it felt as though tiny weights had been attached to them. His hand was buried deep in Dan’s hair and he draped the soft fabric of a blanket over the both of them. The light passing through the blinds had changed slightly, it was clearer and brighter. It reflected of his pale skin and Dan’s curls looked like silver, softly glistening. The last thing he saw was moonlight.
A/N: yo main bitch is back! i feel like this one it really shit, but i just needed to write something other than schoolwork. but thank you for like 150 notes on my other fics, it makes my heart v happy. well, imma go now, have a great day or night or whatever. hugs, kisses and a bum-nip.
It’s the kind of statement that doesn’t need an answer, it never has. It’s always been obvious, and Dan still thanks his lucky stars every day.
Or: Dan plans a spontaneous getaway for himself and Phil.
Genre: Fluff / Songfic
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: a couple of swear words
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Songfic to Your Love by Little Mix & Part One of the Glory Days albumfic
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“You’re next to me in my life.”
It’s coming up to eight years.
The realisation sends a flutter through his chest as he confirms the booking. Phil is usually the one to be spontaneous, but Phil has always been the one to get a thrill from surprises. Through the first couple of years, the best Dan could do was pay for one of their meals on one of the frequent weekends he spent with Phil, and he’d spent so much of his student loan on silly little novelty presents for Phil. It soon became a tradition between the two of them, they’d never leave each other empty-handed. Dan still kept all of his under the bed, and Phil kept all of his at the bottom of the wardrobe.
It was a small reminder that they were each other’s constants, even from the early days. The falling asleep on Skype whilst cuddling the bear that the other bought for them, the midday phone calls whilst Dan grinned down at the wristband that Phil bought for him, a complete contrast from all the others, but that’s always been Phil. A burst of colour in Dan’s monotony.
He closes his laptop with an unwavering smile on his lips, and rushes up to the office to snatch the confirmation papers from the printer, careful not to wake Phil, who’s napping in the bedroom.
Zoe and Alfie had sent him the cabin’s website after he’d asked about it from watching their vlogs, the peace and tranquillity seemed right up his and Phil’s alley, more than inkeeping with the ‘let’s take this year out for ourselves’ promise they’d made to each other.
He’d booked it without a second thought, and a wave of eagerness washes over him as he runs back to the living room and lays the papers on the coffee table, and waits for Phil to wake up and join him. His fingers are twitching, he’s so excited. The fact he knows Phil will be too speaks volumes.
“It’s weird, waking up and you not being there” Phil says through a yawn as he pads into the living room. Dan jumps up from the sofa and hides the papers behind his back, not able to contain his grin.
“I have a surprise for you!” Dan announces all too cheerily, it immediately wakens Phil up more. Dan almost swoons at the sight of the childlike excitement in his eyes.
“Surprise?” Phil repeats, cocking his head to the side slightly, and Dan can’t keep it a secret anymore.
He hands the papers over and studies Phil’s face closely as he takes in what he’s reading. Seconds later, Phil has a grin the size of Dan’s.
He throws his arms around Dan’s neck and pulls him close, and whispers a million and one thank yous. Dan tells him that they’ve earned it, and hugs Phil tighter.
Once they break apart, Phil immediately runs back into the bedroom to get his phone and call his mum to tell her, and Dan wonders how he ever got so lucky.
“Can Phil express an opinion?”
Dan watches as Phil practically bounces around the bedroom, throwing random shirts into a suitcase and deciding between three identical pairs of jeans. He never stops smiling, and Dan can’t stop smiling either. He never wants to, he wants to be like this forever, with Phil.
He sets to neatly repacking whatever Phil ‘packs’, and rolls his eyes when Phil insists his method was fine, then Phil blushes when Dan reminds him that he has to get his own clothes in the same case too.
It’s always been the little things with them that assured Dan.
At countless YouTube gatherings, when he and Phil would rarely leave each other’s sides and made sure to always include the other in every conversation they had – guest panels in front of hundreds of viewers and YouTuber after parties alike.
“Remind me why you’re not together again?” Tyler asked Dan one time whilst Phil was gripped in conversation with Anthony and Caspar a few groups of people away. He was on his way back from the bathroom, and Caspar had tugged on his arm to join him. Tyler had soon done the same to Dan.
“Because they’re both so bloody stubborn” Louise cut in from Dan’s other side, and Dan hid his smile behind the rim of his cup.
He didn’t need to say a word, he knew he didn’t, his silence was a dead giveaway. It always had been.
Dan watched as Phil politely excused himself from the conversation he was having, and looked around the courtyard, his lips pressed firmly together. Dan simply raised his hand when Phil glanced in his direction, and Phil smiled as he made his way over. As was instinct, he didn’t stop until he was directly beside Dan.
It had always been the little things.
“I’m not editing that scene out, you know” Phil said as he scanned through the phil is not on fire footage, stopping on the awkward aftermath of the camera’s impromptu switch-off during a question, which resulted in perfect(ish) applied whiskers prior to it, and incredibly smudged ones after it. He had dotted the footage throughout the video.
“Fine by me,” Dan shrugged, resting his head on Phil’s shoulder, “You don’t know how to edit anyway, mister YouTube dinosaur.”
“Hey!” Phil protested, shifting his shoulder so Dan moved his head, “You’re a fine one to talk, mister six second jumpcut!”
Dan flipped him off.
“You’re lucky you have your charm, Lester. Or I’d never speak to you again.”
Phil moved to sweep Dan’s fringe out of his eyes. They held each other’s gaze.
“Lucky indeed.”
“I’m basically Phil trash number one.”
The website doesn’t do the cabin justice at all.
Phil hasn’t stopped grinning ear to ear since they stepped out of the car, and Phil’s happiness has always been infectious. They walk hand in hand through the lobby to the reception desk, and Phil gasps when the receptionist hands them the keys to the log cabin equivalent of a penthouse suite.
The night is now upon them, the pathway to the cabin is lit beautifully. The light casts shadows on Phil’s face, in the hollows and contours of his skin, and Dan almost wants to take a picture to remember it forever. Not that he ever plans to be apart from such a wondrous sight.
“Why did you do all this?” Phil asks as Dan unlocks the door, and Dan turns his back to it, the key still in the lock, and places his hands on Phil’s cheeks.
“Because you deserve it.”
Dan’s stomach flips as Phil leans in and presses a kiss to his lips.
Nearly eight years on and every kiss still has the same effect.
Dan takes a deep breath as he pushes the door to the cabin open and they step inside. Both of their mouths drop open.
“Tumblr eat your fucking heart out…” is all he can muster.
Phil snaps out of it first and wheels the case inside and rests it on the floor, then immediately runs and belly-flops onto the bed.
“I’m just going to stay here for the next hundred years, okay?” he says, voice muffled.
Dan laughs and makes his way over and lays across Phil’s back.
Phil makes a noise of feigned discomfort, and Dan ruffles his hair.
“How’re you doing down there, Philly?” he asks, still running his fingers through Phil’s hair.
“Get. Up.” A clearly amused Phil mumbles, and Dan jumps down, and watches with amusement as Phil rolls over and groans.
He looks over to Dan and pouts. Dan throws a pillow at him.
“Let’s not start a pillow fight in the new hotel room, dear” Phil says with a waggle of a finger.
Dan rolls his eyes and sets to unpack, but a pair of arms wrap around his waist and lift him (only slightly) off the ground and spin him around.
“I still don’t get how the hell you can pick me up when I’m taller than you” he folds his arms across his chest, and Phil grins.
“You’re only a little taller, and it’s obviously because I’m so hench and ripped. See?” he takes the liberty of flexing his muscles. Dan pokes them and Phil recoils his arm, rubbing his hand tentatively over the skin.
“Caspar wasn’t far wrong when he said it’s like poking water.”
“You’re the worst kind of person!”
“But you love me.”
It’s the kind of statement that doesn’t need an answer, it never has. It’s always been obvious, and Dan still thanks his lucky stars every day.
It’s obvious in the way that Phil stretches out his arms and makes a grabby motion with his hands.
“Dance with me?” he asks, and sticks his bottom lip out, knowing that Dan had never been able to resist.
The moonlight was pooling around the cabin from the full-length windows that they hadn’t pulled the curtains over yet, and it made the whole scenario so much more cliché, but it made Dan’s heart swell.
“Phil, we’re two lanky men with no co-ordination whatsoever,” Dan retorts, but happily enters Phil’s embrace anyway, “This can’t end well.”
Dan wraps his arms around Phil’s neck and Phil wraps his arms around Dan’s waist, and Dan immediately feels any and every worry he may have had slip away as Phil begins swaying them from side to side.
“There’s no music playing, you dork” he states the obvious, and Phil tightens his arms.
“Just play a song inside your head, that’s what I’m doing” Phil hums, and nuzzles his head into Dan’s shoulder.
Dan ponders every cheesy romantic cliché in the book, and finds that he and Phil relate to most of them in some form or other, and decides he never wants to live any other way.
“I think your personality is too adorable.”
Phil is like an excitable child in the morning. He’s bolt upright at what feels like seven, and wakes Dan up by throwing a mismatched outfit on top of him.
“Get up, get up, get up! They’ll be serving breakfast now!” he exclaims gleefully, and Dan rubs his hands over his face in an attempt to psych himself up to the same level.
His eyes drop down to the outfit Phil had thrown to him, and looks up to meet Phil’s gaze. He’s fully dressed and ready to go, and staring at Dan.
“Are you kidding with this?” Dan laughs, pushing the clothes to the end of the bed and walking over to the large wardrobe to pick out his own.
Phil walks over and places his head on Dan’s shoulder.
“I liked the one I picked out” his voice is small, he knows that he has Dan wrapped around his little finger.
“I am not going where people will see me dressed like that, Phil.”
Phil begins pressing butterfly kisses on his neck, and it causes Dan to sigh.
He wears the outfit Phil picked out.
“Maybe it was somewhere in my extensive Phil mind palace.”
Dan has to stop Phil from eating nothing but pancakes. They’re planning on spending the morning and early afternoon by the indoor pool, and Dan is certain Phil will make himself sick if he only eats pancakes, so forces him to have a proper breakfast alongside them. Phil begrudgingly agrees but thanks him soon after they arrive at the pool, which they have to themselves.
“It’s because I know you so well” Dan insists as they settle on two loungers beside the pool, and Phil places a finger to his chin.
“I wonder what’s something you don’t know about me…”
He can’t think of anything. Dan smiles.
“Film me swimming some laps!” Phil tosses his phone into Dan’s lap, the only possessions they’d brought out of the changing room.
He jumps into the pool and begins to swim, but Dan smiles mischievously and flips to front camera, and takes a series of unflattering selfies instead.
“Did you see me?” Phil asks excitedly as he rests his arms on the edge of the pool.
“Oh I saw you all right” Dan replies, unable to prevent the snigger that accompanies it, and Phil looks at him sceptically.
“All right Howell, what did you do?”
Dan places Phil’s phone on the lounger beside him and raises his hands in surrender.
“Me? Not a thing, good sir!”
Phil runs a hand through his hair and narrows his eyes.
“Get in this pool right now.”
“I’m not getting in the pool, Phil.”
“Danny!” Phil drags out the nickname, and soon after Dan daintily drapes his legs over the edge of the pool, wincing slightly at the harsh drop in temperature compared to the rest of the room, and Phil swims over and drags him in by his legs.
The shock doesn’t kick in until a second or two later, by which time Phil has already pulled him back up by his arms. He wipes locks of hair out of Dan’s eyes and off of his face, and presses a kiss to his lips, and Dan feels as if he could melt.
There was no way he could ever justifiably describe how being with Phil made him feel. Whether it be a lazy night in at home sharing a frozen pizza over a rerun of an anime, or accepting awards together at star-studded glitzy events, being in Phil’s presence was just indescribable. No novel or song had quite gotten it right yet.
Once he feels like he can blink again after being yanked underwater, he’s greeted with the sight of a red-faced Phil. He keeps Phil’s gaze for a few seconds, then stretches out for his hand under the water and loosely links their fingers.
“I hate you” he says.
Phil breaks out into a grin. “I hate you more.”
“Impossible” Dan says before leaning in and initiating another kiss.
‘do you think you and Phil will be best friends forever?’ ‘that’s the plan.’
That afternoon, they decide to go on a walk through the woods near the cabins. Zoe couldn’t recommend it enough when she sent over the links.
“I feel thoroughly spoilt” Phil says, swinging their interlocked hands as they walk.
“Good. You deserve to be” Dan replies. He feels like he’s said it a million times, but he’s prepared to say it a million more until Phil believes it.
“I just dread to think how much this must have cost you…”
“Stop that right now before I cram a handful of potentially poisonous berries in your mouth” Dan makes an empty threat, it’s not berry season anyway.
Nonetheless, Phil makes a lock and key motion over his lips with his free hand.
They walk in comfortable silence for a little while, though Phil keeps stopping to get Dan to admire a particularly pretty flower, cloud, or in one case – pebble. He picks it up and drops it in his pocket, and tells Dan he’s calling it his Dan pebble.
“I don’t know if I want a pebble named after me, though” Dan protests, and Phil shrugs.
“There’s not much you can do about it, my friend.”
“You’re the worst.”
“I’m the best.”
“… Okay you’re the best.”
Phil smiles.
They pass a couple walking their trio of dogs, then both find themselves stood in place watching the dogs walk away, and Phil squeezes Dan’s hand. One day.
Dan shoves his free hand into his coat pocket, and his fingers grip the velvet, and he fights to not blurt it out there and then.
As they continue walking, Dan feels carefree. They both crack lame jokes and play stupid games like eye-spy and twenty questions, until they come to a park bench, positioned seemingly randomly in the middle of the woods.
It’s only when they sit down that Dan realises just how much he’s been laughing, as his chest aches slightly. It’s one of the best feelings.
Phil rests his hand atop Dan’s, inbetween the two of them.
“Sometimes I still can’t believe my mum was right,” Phil shakes his head and laughs once they’re back to walking again.
“From my experience she’s rarely wrong. But please enlighten me on this particular instance” Dan prompts.
Phil begins swinging their interlocked hands again, it makes Dan feel as if he’s going to burst. He’s constantly in a saccharine mindset and he never wants to feel any other way.
“Well, when she and my dad came back after you stayed over once, she sat me down and had the all-important conversation with me-”
“Why have I never heard this story?” Dan interjects, and Phil laughs.
“Because I know how you’ll react,” he continues, “And basically I told her that I think I’ve found the one. I was fully expecting her to tell me it’s too soon and I was too young or whatever but she didn’t. She said she could tell, it was practically written all over my face. She said that she had a good feeling about you, too, that she was sure we’d be in it for the long haul.”
Dan squeezes Phil’s hand as encouragement to continue, a lump was forming in his throat at hearing Phil’s words.
“And she was right.”
Dan moves into Phil, and Phil breaks their hands apart to wrap an arm around Dan’s torso, pulling him closer.
“This is the most fun I’ve ever had.”
The rest of their afternoon and the majority of the evening is lost to the woods, and they arrive back at the cabin both in tears and their hands in an unbreakable grip.
“I hate us” Dan laughs weakly as he takes off his coat, and Phil can’t do anything for crying.
“I’m going to go warm up the hot tub, okay?” Dan says rhetorically, and brushes Phil’s fringe out of his eyes. Some strands of hair are plastered to his face courtesy of his tears.
Phil nods, and Dan smiles and strokes his cheek before heading onto the balcony and starting up the hot tub.
He’s changed in record time, and sits on one of the deck chairs, listening to the hot tub bubble away alongside the calming sounds of the tranquil countryside, wondering how his life had gotten to this point. His fingers curl around the arm of the chair and his feet stamp on the decking, and he wants to scream from the rooftops.
The hot tub is like a godsend after a lengthy walk in the cold countryside air.
Phil joins him on the balcony minutes later, his arms wrapped around his bare chest.
“What are you doing, loser? Get in here!” Dan gestures for Phil to join him, but Phil shakes his head.
Dan stares at him, silently asking why.
“I don’t want to get it wet!” Phil insists. “It’s brand new, I don’t know what’ll happen to it if I get in there!”
“It’s water, it’s not going to do anything to it. Please come and join me?” Dan sticks out his bottom lip, and it’s times like these that it’s obvious that he has Phil wrapped around his little finger too.
Phil sits on the edge of the hot tub, only his legs enjoying the benefit.
“Seriously?” Dan questions, raising an eyebrow, and Phil sticks his tongue out.
“I told you I don’t want to get it wet! This is all you’re getting!”
Dan moves to the other side of the hot tub and, in one swift motion, pulls Phil in. Thankfully, being the most luxurious cabin available, it meant that their hot tub was huge, so there was no chance of Phil banging his head as he was pulled in.
Dan bursts into hysterical laughter as Phil’s hand punches through the water a fair few seconds before his head.
“Dan, I told you!” Phil whines, and cradles his hand, wiping beads of water away as if it were toxic.
“And I told you, it’s fine!” Dan responds, taking Phil’s hand and pressing a kiss to the ring.
“We didn’t know that, though! It could have corroded or something!”
Dan placed a hand on his chest, feigning offence.
“Philip Lester it hurts that you have no faith in my choice of engagement rings. I bought you the highest quality, I assure you. A meteor could hit it and it’d stay this pristine!”
Phil grins down at the ring and holds his hand out so he can see it from a distance.
“I think I might love this ring more than I do you” Phil comments, as he twists his hand to look at it from different angles.
“That’s fine,” Dan leans back against the edge of the hot tub and just watches him, “We have the rest of our lives to let me prove that you’re wrong.”
Phil shifts so he’s beside Dan, and Dan wraps an arm around Phil’s shoulders.
They fall into an easy silence, Phil reaches to take Dan’s hand that’s around his shoulders, and Dan’s thumb rubs over the ring, and he struggles to believe his luck.
Then Phil kisses him, out of the blue, and it takes Dan back to their very first.
Dan had been so impulsive, kissing Phil mid-sentence on the Eye, but the world seemed to fall more into place as Phil kissed him back. And now, it was obvious nothing much had changed. The world around them had changed, their online personas and careers had changed, but they were the same. Dan knows that they’ll never lose that.
Phil demands another dance later that night, though this time they stick on an ‘engagement playlist’ various websites recommend, but spend most of the time flicking through it, not being able to agree on a song.
“I’m so looking forward to domestics like this for the rest of time” Phil jokes, and Dan flips him off before turning back to the laptop to simply type in their favourite song rather than trying to be the epitome of romantic.
As the opening chords blare out, he turns to face Phil, who is sat on the bed, looking down in admiration at the ring again with the widest of smiles on his face.
His constant.
“Hey, Phil? Let’s go home.”
“It breaks my heart a little that tomorrow we’re going home” Dan whispers as they’re drifting off to sleep.
Phil’s hand finds his under the duvet, and when Dan feels the ring brush against his finger as Phil links them, he falls all over again. Dan loves Phil’s half-asleep state, when he speaks what he feels with no filter. Though his voice is raspy and he’s clearly further gone than Dan is, Dan hears the words loud and clear.
“I already am.”
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Your coming out hc made me cry from how cute and fluffy it is! Can you please write headcannons of them sleeping in the same bed together (bc we know they do, Phil’s room is def just a vid background).
A/N: thank you so much for your feedback! i was honestly astonished when i saw how much love my headcanon got! i hope these ones meet your expectations! <3
➤ the first time dan shared a bed with phil, they weren’t even oficially dating. yes, there had been a lot flirtation and dan wasn’t blind, he could see the way phil would sometimes stare at his lips just two seconds too long. but neither of them said anything about labels or even if they wanted to be more than just friends, but dan wanted it, so sharing a bed with the object of his affections was somewhat nerve wracking. phil hadn’t even hesitated when he offered his bed to dan even though both of them knew there was a perfectly fine guest room down the hall. the younger one replied a quick yes, but his heart was in his throat when he lay down next to the boy he never even thought he’d ever meet. he could feel the heat coming from phil where they arms almost touched. there were so many unspoken words between them, but it didn’t make dan feel choked up, it actually made him feel so hopeful for the future. they didn’t share smiles or stared at each other’s eyes like dan had pictured, but the soft whispers and the closeness were more than enough to fill dan up with something he knew was the closest to love he ever felt.
➤ sleeping in the same bed as dan was something phil loved. he loved when the boy would visit him at his house in manchester and they’d just lie on the bed and talk. he liked the way dan looked against his bed sheets, he looked like he belonged there, laughing and hiding his face on his pillow, the dimples on his cheek so deep phil felt like could get lost on them. he already was so lost. but he trusted dan to find him.
➤ two bedrooms. dan still frowned every time he saw the two words in the flat advertisements. it was weird. it was weird that they kissed more often than not. it was weird that they would make love against phil’s mattress almost everytime dan visited him after university and now the same man that would whisper “i love you” in his ear after making him have the best orgasm of his life wanted a two bedrooms flat. it stung. and even though dan loved the one they had choosen together (he still couldn’t believe that they would live together), but the thought of sleeping in the same house, but not in the same bed as phil made his insides twist and turn in an uncomfortable way. when they moved in and dan set up his bedroom, he just stared at the monochromatic decorations and felt empty. he was still staring when phil hugged him from behind and kissed his neck. “it looks good. it’ll look very cool in the background of your videos”, phil said in a honeyed voice. dan only hummed in agreement, still feeling like something was wrong. “now let’s go to our room, i wanna start to make some good memories there”, dan turned around so quickly he almost knocked phil to the floor, his heart beating so fast he wouldn’t be suprised if the older boy could hear it. if phil noticed his confusion, he didn’t say anything, only offering dan his hand and wearing a smirk full of promises that dan couldn’t wait to find out what they were. he took phil’s hand and went to their bedroom, his heart feeling so warm and so at home. after another amazing orgasm that dan was sure phil was the only one who could give it to him, he stared at the man he loved so much, his hand warm in phil’s hold. he was about to give the sleeping boy a kiss on the cheek when he snored and dan had to hold a loud laugh that almost got out of his throat. he was so happy it was ridiculous. he shook his head, the smile never leaving his face as he lay his head back on the pillow. he couldn’t wait to hear more snores everyday before he fall asleep.
➤ 8 years and dan still would feel his insides warm when he lay beside his boyfriend. he loved the warmth that phil radiated, loved the way he’d cuddle with him, his chest pressed against dan’s back, his arm holding his waist firmly like he wanted to make sure dan would always be in his arms, their legs entwined. it was when dan would feel the most loved, when their love would feel the most real. even when they just lay on the bed without all of their limbs interlaced, just holding each others hand or looking at each others eyes. dan would never give up on sleeping in the same bed as phil. it reminded him of how deep their intimacy was, how much they trusted each other, how they loved each other so much they didn’t want to be apart not even when they were sleeping. no. dan would never give up on that. even though phil still snored.
ahhhg! i love you're writing so much!! please never ever stop. how about some hc with lazy fluffy cuddles?
A/N: omg that means so much to me!!!!! you have no idea how happy i get when people compliment my writing! i hope you like this!!
➤ when dan has a cold, he likes to be showered with love. well, we all know he likes to be showered with love all the time, but he feels particularly needy when he’s sick. luckily he also had the best boyfriend who accepts the chance of also getting a cold and cuddles with him, making sure their bodies are fitting perfectly together as they try to watch a movie while dan coughs and sneezes every two minutes.
➤ dan and phil probably aren’t as romantic as people seem to picture them, but sometimes, phil has to admit they’re disgustingly sweet. cuddling is something they cherish a lot, maybe more than kissing. phil loves the feeling of holding dan or being held by him. he likes to just sit on the couch, feel dan’s hair against his neck, his warm breath hitting his collarbone and the skin of his arm soft under phil’s touch.
➤ phil probably has a special love for winter, not only because he’s obsessed with snow, but because he enjoys the cold. he had always enjoyed it, but since it became an excuse to cuddle dan all the time the season got even more appreciated. “i’m feeling cold, warm me up!”, he demands jokingly, opening his arms and pouting as dan rolls his eyes, a fond smile on his lips. “c’mere, you spork”, and phil can hear the love everytime his boyfriend calls him that, it’s like he’s saying something like “babe” or “love”. it’s so them that phil has to go as fast as he can inside dan’s arms. he feels safe.
➤ phil told dan that, before him, none of his past lovers liked to cuddle as much as him. dan still couldn’t understand who wouldn’t want to cuddle phil as much as they wanted to make love to him. because the thing is: phil is great at both. when he pulls dan into his arms, the younger boy feels like he’s floating, like he’s invencible. being inside phil’s arms is like finally finding the answer to an important question you never asked. it’s not desperate, it’s just right and even though you didn’t know before, all you needed.
➤ phil remembers how he described dan’s smell. “he smells like warm”, he typed and he was so infatuated with the boy, that he knows his heart swelled while he remembered holding dan so close he could press his nose on his neck and just breathe him in. warm was the perfect word to describe dan. he has a warm smile, a warm voice, warm eyes, a warm heart.
➤ there’s not such a thing as the right time for cuddles to dan and phil. the right time is all the time. while watching a movie, while eating breakfast, while having bryony and wirrow over, while editing a particularly hard video, while scrolling through tumblr. they just love to feel so close and so in love, knowing that anyone who saw them all tangled together would see how much they love each other. it’s a great feeling.
A/N: merry christmas eve everyone, here’s my little gift to you all! thank you for all the love my headcanons are getting! i hope you have a merry christmas and if i don’t post anything before the new year, i hope you have a happy new year!
➤ dan probably felt his heart heavy when he left phil on december 24th, one day before christmas, such an important and sweet date. he could only hope that someday they’d spend the day together.
➤ dan would never hurt his family just to satisfy a quite selfish wish. he spends the majority of his year with phil, he can survive a couple days without him. even tho he knows how much phil loves christmas and he’s been wanting to see how phil’s eyes light up in real life when the clocks strikes midnight.
➤ “do you really have to leave?”, phil asks as dan put his bag over his shoulder. the hurt, but fond look dan gives him tells him all he needs to know, so he just sighs and hugs his boyfriend. he’s so happy dan agreeded to come up north with him so close to christmas, even though they both knew what the fans would think when they found out. the fact that they didn’t even feel the need to completely hide the fact was another win to phil. 2017 had been good.
➤ “you’re married now, you have to spend christmas with your husband, child”, kathryn says over the phone and phil smiles so big he thinks he could probably demage some cheek muscle. he’d finally spend christmas with the love of his life. that was perfection.
➤ watching their ginger girl running through the house singing christmas’ carols is one of phil’s favourite things to do. he also loves to help dan cook the christmas’ dinner, always managing a way to steal a kiss or two, giggling while dan scolds him for almost burning their meal. he loves even more sitting on the couch, hugging dan’s shoulder as sage opens her presents with excited squeaks, his and dan’s parents sitting around her, their eyes filled with love for their grand daughter. martyn, cornelia and their baby boy jonathan decided to spend the day with her family for the baby’s first christmas and dan’s brother was spending his first christmas as a married man. if phil thought spending christmas with dan for the first time was perfection, he couldn’t describe how he felt at that moment.
Summary: Dan and Phil adopt a baby girl which makes their life harder, but happier
Words: 977
Warnings: Mentions of vomit
A/N: It’s not beta’d and English is not my first language, so there might be mistakes.
Fragment: “Having a child can be challenging, but when you see them grow… everything is worth it,” Louise had said when they told her that they were thinking about adopting a child.
People had warned Dan and Phil about the difficulties of taking care of a child before they adopted. They had told them about the crying, and the vomits, and changing diapers. It looked like everyone was trying to stop them from doing it. However, there was one person who had given them the little push they needed to go for it: Louise.
“Having a child can be challenging, but when you see them grow… everything is worth it,” Louise had said when they told her that they were thinking about adopting a child. She also added: “And if you ever need any help, I’m a call away, I’ll be here for whatever you need.”
Just knowing that one of their friends who was already a mother would be there to help them out made them more confident on their decision.
However, two months after this conversation and a baby of two weeks old later, they had finally understood the meaning of being tired. The first sleepless nights were the hardest, but they knew instantly that Louise had been right; whenever their daughter smiled to them, both of their hearts warmed.
After a week, they got used to sleep when she was sleeping, have the fridge full of baby bottles, and record videos more quietly in order to not wake her up (the first few days with her they had to re-record some videos because Dan shouted and made her cry).
The internet found out pretty quickly that there was a baby in Dan and Phil’s house, which made everyone flip their shit. Even though they had been good at hiding their relationship before, this was something they couldn’t deny, especially with their weekly liveshows in which not only noises were heard, but there were also noticeable bags under their eyes and stains on their clothes. They knew this was gonna happen when they made the decision, so they already had planned a video to explain everything.
Instead of being in their usual seta, they went to their lounge to record it. They sat on the sofa, Dan holding the little girl while Phil pressed the button and started talking:
“Hey guys! So, today we have a video a bit different. A lot of you have already guessed that dan and I had a baby…”
“And don’t go around theorizing about something out of an m!preg fic, we adopted her,” said Dan, as if it was needed to clear it up, the little creature in his arms starting to wake up slowly because of the noise.
“I don’t think we needed to clarify that, Dan, it’s physically imp-”
“We all know how their minds work, don’t tell me I’m wrong.” Phil rolled his eyes, but continued.
“What we wanted to say is not that. We are making this video to say that yes, we are a couple; yes, we have a daughter; but no, nothing will change in our channels.”
“Exactly, we are not gonna start uploading vlogs with her, probably we won’t even show her on our videos—” he was interrupted by Phil before he could continue.
“Except for the fact that we may take her crib to the gaming rom if we are recording a long video,” Phil explained. Dan just ignored him and continued.
“We are not gonna start doing videos about our relationship, we still want some privacy—” Once again, Phil had to add something, not caring if Dan continued or not.
“Although, you know me, I might convince Dan to do some coupley stuff on my channel.”
“But what you might see, if Phil doesn’t interrupt me again,” Dan looked judgingly at Phil, who smiled innocently, “are some videos around all of this. Like a ‘reasons why Dan’s a fail’—”
“Yay!”, Phil said, laughing. Dan just ignored him.
“... themed around, like: I can’t change a diaper properly.”
“Or you never wake up when she cries at night, or you cannot prepare a bottle without it being either too hot or too cold, or—”
“Okay! They get the idea! And you are not much better yourself, let me tell y—” Because of the shouting, the baby had completely awoken and started to cry. “Oh fuck… We’ll edit this out, okay?” said Dan, rocking the baby and trying to get her to sleep.
They finished the video and started to edit it that same night, Phil falling asleep in the process. It was two a.m. when Dan saved the project and closed the laptop, deciding to finish it the next day as soon as he woke up (they wanted to put it out as soon as possible). He admired Phil’s sleeping figure before lying next to him on the bed, and pulling the covers over both of them. Just as he did so, a cry was heard. Phil half-opened his eyes, but Dan whispered:
“Go back to sleep, I’ll check on her,” he kissed his forehead and got up.
Dan arrived into the baby’s room and picked her up, going into the kitchen after that so he could feed her. Then he sat on the sofa, giving her the bottle. He admired the little girl, with her hands up but not really knowing what to do with them. He put one of his fingers on her tiny hand and she grabbed it tightly, making Dan smiled.
“You are so beautiful, little one. Your father and I love you so much, y’know? Even if you wake us up at insane hours in the morning, and you puke on us all the time; you are the best thing that we decided to do.”
“She is.” Dan turned around and saw Phil standing on the door frame, with messy hair and his glasses on.
That was the moment they realised it: they were now a family, not of two but of three.
