#phan drabble

[cafephan]

Cupcake

Summary: Phil’s lockdown birthday celebrations end as excitingly as they began, all thanks to a piñata cupcake.

Genre: Reality, Fluff, Drabble

Warnings: None

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[secretlywritingstories]

one day (he said with a hopeful tone and a little giggle) | Phandom Flash Fest - Pride

Summary: One day, he says to himself. One day, he says to the person with the bi flag who isn’t out to her parents. One day, he says to Phil, who says it right back.

Word count: 500

Genre: Fluff

Based on @whiskered meeting Dan and Phil July 2018 and Dan saying one day while signing both her bi flag and her ticket.

I did the thing @phandomficfests!

Read on AO3 or below

It’s a couple of weeks into the American leg of the tour and Dan feel comfortably settled into the routine. He has his few categorised possessions, he has a set schedule and he has his companion through life by his side.

The meet and greets for Interactive Introverts so far has been an overwhelmingly lovely experience. A lot of people arrive with various pride flags for them to sign. It’s common and Dan absolutely loves that. It gives him a little bit of secret pleasure to write his signature on the colourful material, mentally seeing a little part of him in the community that he’s not ready to announce his attachment to yet.

One day, he thinks to himself.

A girl comes up, a little nervous but smiling, and they greet her with the same big smiles and good energy that they always try to exude. They’re ready to sign right away, and noticing the bi flag in her hands, they get to work immediately. Dan tells her the small flag is cute.

Then she speaks in a hushed voice, a little apprehensive and it makes Dan pay close attention.

“I know you can only sign one thing, but can you please sign my ticket too? I can't show the flag to my parents.”

Dan’s heart breaks a little and he feels frozen while Phil reaches out to take the ticket too, with no hesitation and reassures her all the while. They cross their hands, placing a second signature in the coordinated fashion that has come with experience. She looks so happy at the small gesture.

Dan pauses a beat and then says “one day” out loud. He giggles after it, feeling oddly liberated and the girl’s expression is so worth it. He’s sure he’s sporting a massive grin to match hers. He feels a share of her pain, of not being out to his family yet. He thought he might do it, just last month, but the timing was off.

He wasn’t ready. But one day he will be.

The girl thanks them and they’re both smiling and bidding her goodbye. Dan’s eyes catch the bi flag clutched tightly in her arms and he hopes so desperately that she gets to live her truth soon. He hopes that he gets to too.

A new person is coming around the curtain, and Dan redirects his focus, trying his very best to give each person a unique and good experience, even if the interaction lasts but a minute.

It’s only after the show in the tour bus when he’s curled up next to Phil in that usual post show exhaustion that he thinks of the phrase again. It burns in his chest. He wants it so badly.

“One day,” he mutters to himself. Phil hears him, reaching over to offer him a comforting squeeze because he can almost always tell where Dan’s head is at.

“One day,” Phil agrees, beaming.

One day he’ll be ready to live his truth with pride.

[nihilismdan]

here’s 567 words i wrote about dan & phil + rainy days. it’s been raining almost every day where i live and i wanted to write something that wasn’t my pbb so have this little drabble that’s not quite long enough for ao3.  

Sometimes they cuddle when it rains. There’s tea that gets made, and a tv show in the background but they’re not really listening to it. When the rainy days come it's hard not to feel at one with the gloom. It’s hard to want to go anywhere or do anything, so Dan tucks himself into Phil’s neck, closing his eyes and letting his sleep take him because right here- he’s safe.

Phil will run a hand up and down Dan’s shoulder, flipping through the channels hoping that something interesting pops up. (Nothing ever does, but it gives him an excuse to start a new show that Dan wouldn’t exactly be interested in.)

Over the past couple of years there are a few things that Phil has known to be true: Dan snores, he fidgets in his sleep, and he likes to hold something. By the end of these cuddle sessions Phil is a ball of sweat but he can’t be mad about it. When Dan’s in his arms he feels like he’s finally had some peace from whatever goes on in his mind that Phil can only barely understand.

Rainy days are sometimes Phil’s favourite days. It gives him a sense of nostalgia of a time once before. Whether it was sitting by the window with a cup of hot chocolate, listening to the songs that his mother loves, waiting for Martyn to come home from school so they could play video games, or his father getting inspiration to paint the gloomy weather. When he was at university those rainy days made him feel bittersweet, missing his family but not wanting to tell them that he was struggling with classes and just wanting to be home with them.

When Dan came into his life he learned to view rainy days a little bit differently. So many of their rainy days were spent together in Phil’s bed, learning each other’s bodies, each other’s love languages, and what kind of late night thoughts made them stay up at night. They’d build their dreams together on those rainy days, not thinking about the fact that Dan would be going back home soon. It wasn’t a fort like Phil used to make, but somehow the way that Dan wrapped his arms around him felt like one anyway.

When Dan wakes up from his nap the first thing he does is kiss Phil’s neck and stretching out his arms and hands.

“How long was I out for?” Dan asks, his voice is soft and his hair is a little ruffled.

He looks younger for a brief moment, it always catches Phil off guard.

“I’ve gone through two episodes of this show I just started.” Phil says with a small smile, placing a soft kiss against the side of Dan’s head.

Dan squints looking at the television before moving positions. He lays down with his head in Phil’s lap and he closes his eyes again.

“Is it still raining?” Dan asks, his mouth opens slightly with Phil working his hands through Dan’s hair because he knows that it feels good.

“Yeah,” Phil says, brushing the hair off of Dan’s forehead, “It’s still raining.”

“Okay.” Dan’s voice is low, he’s almost in the dream place again. “Wake me when it’s over.”

Phil stares down at Dan now, his thumb caressing his cheek, watching as Dan’s mouth slightly opens again.

“Okay,” Phil whispers, “Sweet dreams.”

[phandictioned]

The Way It Is

Okay, I’ve been spending the last several hours editing some of my older fics and came across this and I don’t mean to brag but it’s freaking adorable and I can’t believe I wrote it. Please check it out. It’s just a little fluffy drabble that’ll take fifteen minutes to read tops but its ADORABLE!!!! 

The Way It Is

Summary:  Everyone thinks that Dan and Phil have this tense, dramatic love life; but in reality, they live a very normal, happy, domestic life

[lesbiankirishimaeijiro]

phandom culture is watching a dapg video and halfway through feeling like you’re intruding on something because dan and phil start making inside jokes

[nebulous-frog]

Dan Lester

Summary: Dan belongs in the Lester family, especially with Phil.

Word count: 1023

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Genre: Extreme Fluff, Drabble

Author’s Note: Written for Day 6 of @phanfichallenge‘s week of fics!

This idea came to me because @auroraphilealis was bein hella cute last night

Link to AO3 Fics Masterlist

Dan knew for a fact that he wanted to marry Phil in 2011.

He couldn’t imagine a life without Phil anymore. They spent all their time together and it was the happiest Dan had ever been, so why shouldn’t he want to marry Phil? They were so perfect for each other it hurt.

And maybe Dan had been a bit of a stereotypical teenage girl with a crush for the entirety of their relationship, writing “Dan Lester” in all kinds of fancy fonts and styles on any scrap of paper he could find, but he’d never confirm that.

Marriage took a few more years than Dan expected, though.

2012 was a rough patch, but they were determined to make it through.

Dan was diagnosed with depression, and Phil was by his side through the whole journey of getting the right meds and doses and finding a therapist.

Then they decided to write a book, and go to Japan for part of their book.

(That was when Phil proposed, and Dan cried like a baby. He’d been waiting a long time, okay, it was justified!)

They agreed to wait for life to settle down to get married, since they were about to launch a tour with a massive stage show.

The tour meant that 2015 and 2016 flew by quicker than they could ever have imagined, and all of a sudden they were planning an even bigger tour for 2018, so wedding plans were left untouched.

But Dan still held onto his dream of marrying Phil. He’d always imagined having a big wedding celebration, but, as they approached their fourth year of engagement, he realized he couldn’t care less about how or where they got married. He just needed to marry Phil.

It was something he felt like an ache in his side, something screaming for him to commit himself to stay by Phil’s side for the rest of their lives no matter what.

So, as soon as Interactive Introverts ended, they eloped. They knew their friends and family would want to celebrate with them, so they planned to have a party at some point, but they wanted to take their time and enjoy their marriage first.

Dan took Phil’s last name, as he’d been itching to do for almost a full decade. And it looked just as good as he had imagined.

The only thing Dan felt he was missing in his life was the ability to be entirely open about his love for Phil. They were perpetually caring less about how they presented themselves online, of course, but there was a difference between constant fond stares and coming out.

The idea of properly coming out to his audience had terrified Dan in the past. He didn’t know how people would react or what effect it would have on his career and private life.

But somehow marrying Phil took away all those fears. Of course, the fear was still present, but Dan knew that Phil would always be at his side to help him through the process.

They came out quietly. No posts or videos calling attention to it, just a simple name change.

Dan’s YouTube channel changed once again from “danielhowell” to “daniellester”, and his other social media followed suit.

It sort of broke the Internet, and people scrambled to write about what the fuck just happened and y’all are acting so surprised but we been knew and Daniel Howell Changes Last Name to His Best Friend’s- Is It a Prank?

Every time Dan saw his new name, a thrill shot up his spine. He got all soft and cuddly and fluffy at the idea that yes, Dan really did belong in the Lester family now. He really did have the paperwork to prove his everlasting love for Phil and Phil’s everlasting love for Dan.

The first time Dan publicly called Phil his husband was in a liveshow.

Phil was rattling pots and pans in the kitchen and the chat filled with questions.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, my husband Phil must be making dinner,” Dan replied casually. Then he realized what he had said, and he froze.

PHAN IS REAL!

Oh my god, look at his face!

He didn’t mean to say that lmao

The chat was going crazy, but Dan wasn’t paying attention. He had a sort of glazed look to his eye, as if he wasn’t really seeing what was in front of him. He just grinned, then giggled.

“That felt really good to say.” Dan giggled again. “Dan Lester, husband of Phil Lester,” he said, testing the words out in his mouth contemplatively. “Has a nice ring to it, wouldn’t you say?”

He focused back on the chat, only to see that younow had crashed.

He laughed loudly, then decided to shut down his laptop and find Phil.

Phil was still making dinner, so Dan softly hugged him from behind, chin resting on Phil’s shoulder.

Phil jumped slightly in surprise, then turned his head to look at Dan.

“Didn’t you only just start your liveshow?” he asked, confused.

Dan nodded into Phil’s shoulder. “Yeah, it only lasted about ten minutes before I called you my husband by accident and they all freaked out and crashed younow.”

Phil laughed, shaking his head. “Of course they did.”

“I don’t get why they’re so surprised, though. It’s been over a month since I changed my name, so they really should’ve been expecting it,” Dan mumbled.

Phil hummed in response, turning back to his cooking.

They stood in silence for a few minutes as Phil continued to cook, until Dan spoke up again.

“But at the same time, I don’t really blame them. Their reaction is exactly what goes through my mind when I hear or see my name, or feel the ring on my finger.”

Phil turned his head again and softly kissed Dan on the lips.

“I love you, Phil Lester,” Dan said against Phil’s lips.

“I love you, too, Dan Lester.”

Dan smiled, teeth biting his lower lip in an attempt to contain his grin. He leaned forward and kissed Phil again, feeling happier than he could ever have thought possible.

[manyfandomsonelog]

Suite Dreams Are Made of These

Summary: Anyone who’s even been in the same ROOM as Dan Howell knows that he wants to get married. ASAP. So, when Dan and Phil’s managers suggest getting a honeymoon suite in their next hotel, he’s all for that idea. Phil, however, is not looking forward to yet another reminder of the fact that he hasn’t proposed. Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of angst, oneshot A/N: This is just a cute idea I thought of. Beware, I have no idea how their careers work Tour-wise, I made up all the manager stuff.

Phil sat on the top of the bunk-bed, lanky legs dangling down to where Dan was laying, in an intense game of Mario Kart on his Switch. Phil giggled as he intentionally scooted over so he could swing his legs in front of Dan’s face. Soon enough, Dan’s voice rang out, “-Agh, what the- Phil- You’re gonna make me mess up! I’m about to win the cup!” “That rhymes.” Phil answered, smirking. “I would flip you off right now but I’m too busy winning against these nerds.” Phil giggled again. This was always his favorite time- just him and Dan, laughing and exchanging easy banter. Suddenly, Dan jumped up, “Yes! Beat that bi- Ow!” He hit his head on the top bunk in his celebration. Phil, being an amazing friend and boyfriend, laughed at him. “Agh. Whatever, I still did it, despite your intervention. Dan scowled up at Phil, who just grinned down. “Here, scoot over, I’m coming up there.” Dan climbed up to the top bunk, where they sat facing each other. They sat in silence for a while, just sort of smiling and enjoying each others’ presence. Out of the blue, Dan poked Phil’s nose, hard. “Hey! What was that for, Howell?” Dan smirked, “That’s whatcha get for trying to foil my glorious victory. Mess with the bloke, ya get the poke!” There was a short silence before they both laughed at the same time. “What?! Mess with the bloke, ya get the poke?! What does that even mean? Did you just make it up?” Phil asked, laughing. “I dunno, it just sort of.. popped up?” Dan chuckled, his eyes crinkling up and his dimple showing. Dan’s laughs made Phil’s heart warm every time, and he honestly wanted to hear them forever. Looking at Dan’s cute dimple, though, he just had to.. Phil leaned over and kissed Dan’s cheek, giggling at Dan’s flustered blush and surprise. “Cat got your tongue?” Phil teased, smirking at Dan. Dan shoved him playfully, fondness in his eyes, “Oh, shut up, Lester.” An hour or so later, after a good amount of kissing, talking, and just enjoying each other’s company, they heard a call from their manager. “Hey, is it safe for me to come in?” Dan rolled his eyes, “Yeah, come on in, Laura.” A Vietnamese woman with braided brown hair and a cheery smile walked in tentatively. “Hey. Sorry, didn’t want to.. interrupt anything.” She had a certain teasing twinkle in her eye. Both men blushed, and Phil recalled when Laura had walked over only to see the two making out on the couch.. “Uh, so, uh, what’s up?” Phil said, cursing his voice crack. “So, you know how the woman next-door at the hotel the other day complained about the noise from the video?” They both nodded, Phil smirking, “Wonder who’s fault that was..” Dan punched him on the shoulder lightly, “Oh, shut up!” Laura chuckled before continuing, “So anyways, I was thinking we could maybe just book you two a honeymoon sweet? I’m pretty sure that Hotels put extra sound insulation around those.. ya know.” Phil was pretty sure his ears were as bright as his II costume right now. “I don’t know.. uh-“ “That’s a great idea! I mean, why not? Right, Phil?” Dan looked at him with his puppy dog eyes, and Phil couldn’t argue, “Yeah, sounds great Laura.” “Great! I’ll go book that.” With that, she went back to her area in the bus. Before he knew it, they were at their next destination. It was quite a nice hotel, called something something suites, with a contemporary-feel to it. They got in at around ten, which wasn’t too bad. Dan and Phil walked through the entrance happily, talking about a woman they just saw walking a corgi on the drive. “I mean, who’s walking their dog at ten pm?! That has to be some serious procrastination, which is saying something, coming from me.” Phil laughed, but they both quieted down as they approached the front desk. A sweet-looking woman with red hair and a freckled face greeted them, “Hello! Welcome. How may I help you two?” Phil let Dan do the talking, as he normally did. “Em, Yes, we’re just checking in. A room under Laura Quinton?” The woman quirked an eyebrow at the name, but typed it up for them. “Alright, there are two rooms under that name.. are you, um, Laura?” Dan laughed, “Uh right, sorry, haha, she should be in here soon. The normal suite is for her, the honeymoon suite is for us.” Dan grinned, pointing between him and Phil. Phil blushed, giving a tiny wave. “Yep.” He said, feeling awkward, as usual with people. The hostess giggled, smiling brightly, “Wonderful! So, how long have you two been dating?” Phil smiled sweetly, looking at Dan, “A few years now.” “Aww that’s so sweet. Why did you come all the way out here for your honeymoon?” She asked brightly. “Oh, uh, we, we’re not on our, um, honeymoon.” Phil stammered out. “Yet.” Dan said, smirking and raising his eyebrows meaningfully at Phil. Phil’s jaw visibly dropped, which must’ve looked hilarious, because the hostess burst into a fit of giggles. Thankfully, before Phil could be anymore embarrassed, Laura strutted in with the rest of the luggage as well as her own. “Sorry, lads, had to talk to the driver,” She turned to the hostess with a bright smile, “Laura Quinton.” As soon as they shut the door to the room, Phil spoke, “What was that?!” Dan blinked, “What?” “The whole ‘yet’ Thing??” Phil said, with an anxious edge to his voice. “Uh, hello, you know that I want to get married. It’s not exactly a secret.” That hurt something inside Phil, and he placed down his luggage, speaking softly, “I know..” “Well, what are you waiting for, then?” Dan said, laughing. Phil sat down on the bed, looking down at the floor, “I just.. I’m not ready yet. I’m sorry, Dan. It’s just… I want it to be special. I want it to be a big thing, that we feel comfortable telling everyone about. I want to be able to brag about you, and call you my husband, and.. just.. be together, I guess.” He kept his eyes glued to the floor, not daring to look up at Dan. “I’m really sorry..” He stopped when he felt Dan plop down next to him, and a tender hand on his shoulder. “Phil.. Listen, I was just messing around, I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad about anything.. I totally get it. You can wait however long you need- well, maybe not however long..” They shared a laugh, looking into each other’s eyes, and leaning in to kiss for a couple seconds. It was warm and sweet, and made all of Phil’s unhappiness disappear. “I love you, Dan.” He said. “I love you, too.”

[scifiphan]

Lost in You

url inspired drabble #3 - @danielpov [read more here]

summary: dan gets distracted while looking at a sleeping phil genre: fluff word count: 618

Beside him, Phil was sound asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly, his lips parted slightly. His features were relaxed, all his lines had faded and he looked just like when Dan had met him; young and innocent. They were still young per say but he was never truly innocent. Neither of them was, really. Dan had grown to know Phil inside out and had learnt early on that his innocence was only skin deep. He loved that he got to shed that layer from him and discover the rawness of his personality; the quick wit, the filthy undertones, the compassion that was sometimes so overwhelming. Dan got all of that and more. He got all of Phil and was the only one who ever had. The only one that ever will.

His eyes trailed down Phil, drinking in every feature. The arch of his pale brow was always so perfect and Phil didn’t know how lucky he was to have such a slender arch instead of the bushy mess that Dan had to maintain. His brows weren’t the only feature that looked like it was carved by the gods, his cheekbones were so high and framed his face splendidly. Dan had spent many a night tracing the arch of his cheeks, his fingers gliding over milky skin as if he was entranced by his beauty. Maybe he was entranced, it wouldn’t be surprising. Not when the man in bed beside him was a sum of all things beautiful and godly.

Dan let his eyes linger on Phil’s lips, they were so pale and plump and felt as if they had been moulded to fit with his own. It was as if every part of Phil was made to fit Dan from his lips to his hands to the way they lay together. He wanted to duck down and steal a kiss but that meant pulling Phil from slumber but he didn’t want to do that just yet. Soon he would, when the sun pulls itself over the horizon but not yet. He wanted these moments to indulge.

Phil was shirtless beneath the sheets and he could see the delicate lines of his collarbones in the predawn light. His skin was almost pearlescent in this world of muted grey, lightly dusted with freckles and evidence of last night. Dan made sure he marked his claim low enough to hide beneath shirts, little love bites beneath his collarbone that will fade in a day or so, marks that Dan would be more than willing to replicate.

He wanted to pull the duvet down so he could marvel Phil’s slender limbs and lean torso but he didn’t want him to stir so he remained content with just staring at Phil’s softened features, his eyes falling back to Phil’s lips. He could spend all day staring at them if he could.

Dan couldn’t help a smile that melted onto his lips, small yet filled with fondness. He was the only one who got to see Phil this vulnerable, this delicate. In a few hours, they would have to wake up and he would get to feel those wonderous lips upon his but for now, he was at peace with just looking.

Next to him, Phil shifted, rolling towards Dan until he was curled into his torso. Dan wrapped an arm around Phil’s waist and in his sleep, Phil made a slight noise, an instinctual gratification of feeling Dan’s warm body next to his. Dan nuzzled Phil’s hair, breathing in the scent of his partner he loved so dearly. He could feel Phil’s breathes deepen and Dan allowed himself to close his eyes, drifting back into the realm of sleep with Phil snug in his arms.