#phan drabbles

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Playing Footsie

The first time I felt something slide against the inside of my ankle and up my calf partway, I thought it was an accident. I didn’t react, figuring whoever had done it was embarrassed, having thought it was a table leg or something. I simply nodded and remained engrossed in the story Louise was telling next to me, loud over the din of the restaurant. I didn’t even look around the table to see if anyone had reacted.

The second time the foot came, this time pausing against my ankle for a moment before sliding upward, the toe catching the edge of my skinny jeans and hiking them up a bit before snapping back down, I looked up in surprise. Dan was across from me and the most likely culprit, but he was staring intently at PJ sat next to him, the new storyteller. 

The third time, my head snapped up to Dan the instant I felt a brush against my ankle. He still didn’t respond, but looking around it didn’t seem as if anyone else could have been doing it. I frowned, pulling my legs back and hooking my ankles under my chair. My suspicions of it being Dan were confirmed when he coughed and casually slid down a bit in his chair. To anyone else it would seem he was just trying to get more comfortable, but when I felt his foot back on my ankle, his leg stretched under the table to reach me, I raised my eyebrows. Still he didn’t look back or acknowledge me, instead slowly running his foot up the inside of my calf, then back down, bumping my foot playfully. 

I kicked my foot lightly, trying to ward him off, but Dan must have seen this as an acceptance of the game, and only fought back harder. I could see the smile he was trying to hide, now, his lips in a tight line to try to act normal as we warred under the table. I was grinning, ignoring the conversation at the table and staring at Dan, trying my best to take control of the invisible war down below. 

We fought and fought, and eventually it was becoming hard to keep it subtle. I was holding onto the table’s edge to keep myself upright, biting my lower lip in concentration with a challenging grin on my face. Dan still hadn’t looked at me but I could see him shifting in his seat each time he tried a new move. 

Finally, in some incredible maneuver, I ended up with both his feet between my ankles, trapping them tightly. He finally looked at me and glared, while I let my lip release from my teeth and smiled, eyes sparkling with my victory. It wasn’t until several moments after that that I realized the conversation had ceased at our table, strangely silent in the middle of the bustling restaurant, and Louise and PJ were staring at us with raised eyebrows. 

“What?” I giggled, still a bit high off my victory. 

“You two need to get a room.” PJ mumbled, not looking at us as he spun his fork around on his plate.

“Honestly. Either you’ve been lying to us all this time, or you two really are just torturing yourselves waiting this long to admit it.” Louise added, sending us both pointed looks.

I frowned and opened my mouth to protest, letting Dan’s feet go. 

“Guys, we’re just friends.” Dan grumbled and I nodded, looking to him to show him my support in the statement. We always leaned on each other whenever people doubted our friendship.

“Friends who can’t keep their eyes, hands, or apparently feet off each other.” PJ mumbled once again. 

After this the subject was dropped, and through the end of the meal Dan and I’s feet didn’t touch again. 

It wasn’t until we returned home and plopped on the couch, Dan sitting against one side as I sat on the other, facing each other as our feet came up and we pressed against each other, warring and using the armrests as backrests, that Dan suddenly stopped. My feet flew forward, not having expected the sudden halt in resistance, and I fell flat on the couch, my legs splaying around Dan. 

I scrambled up to a seated position and raised my eyebrows. 

“What happened?” I asked, my forehead crinkling in a frown. 

“Nothing.... I just...” Dan trailed off, looking down at his toes which he wiggled in his socks absently, seemingly trying to think of how to word what he wanted to say. “I guess... Phil? Do you think maybe they were right?”

“Right about what?” I asked, not following his train of thought.

“Right about... you know. Us making things harder for ourselves... not being as happy as we could be... just because we’re too scared to actually say or do anything to change... us?” Dan mumbled. He still wasn’t looking at me, his toes spreading and curling with nerves. 

I frowned, staring at him in confusion for a few moments, until finally his meaning hit me.

What?

What?

WHAT?

My mouth dropped open. I tried to shut it a few times, but it just kept opening back up, making me look I’m sure like a fish floundering for air. My eyebrows must have been up to my hairline as I tried to process what Dan was saying, my entire world flipped upside down.

Did he mean it? Was Dan, my best friend, the man I shared my life with, the most important person in my world, the man who gave me flutters each time he smiled at me... Was he really saying that after all these years of letting me think he could never love me... that he actually could? 

Wouldn’t he have said something sooner? With all the talk of us being together from our fans... if he’d wanted that it surely would have come up sooner... right? 

Though I suppose I’d known my feelings years ago, and I’d been too afraid. Why should it be different for him?

I snapped back into reality suddenly, mouth snapping shut as I realized Dan was now finally looking at me, bottom lip between his teeth as he worried it, clearly upset that I was taking so long to respond to such a huge question.

“Dan, I...”

“Sorry. Sorry, that was stupid. Can we just pretend I never said anything?” Dan stammered, putting his face in his hands and curling his knees tight to his chest. 

“No... Dan...”

“I’m sorry. I can give you some space if you need it. I didn’t mean to- I don’t want to- I really value your friendship, Phil, I never want to lose that.”

“Dan...”

“If I ruined everything I understand... but just... please know that I never had any ulterior motives... I really meant everything I did, and I just did it because I love spending time with you...”

“Dan...”

“I’m not saying I love you! I mean... of course I love you... but I’m not in love with you. God... I’m so sorry.”

“DAN!” I finally shouted, grabbing his wrists and forcing him to look at me, his eyes slightly watery as he breathed heavy, fear clear in his expression. 

Slowly, so slowly I almost felt as if I wasn’t moving, I brought Dan’s hands up to my cheeks and let them rest there, moving mine down to his shoulders. Dan gulped as he looked between my eyes, seemingly searching for answers as his lips parted in shock and suspense. 

I didn’t make him wait there long, leaning in slowly to connect our lips. They only stayed that way for a minute before I pulled back, and now I was the one to flit my gaze between his eyes, biting my lip.

“Well that’s too bad.” I whispered and he frowned, eyebrows pulling together.

“What?”

“It’s too bad that you’re not in love with me.”

“Why?” Dan whispered, and I smiled gently, the corner of my mouth just slightly twitching up.

“Because unrequited love sucks.”

It took a moment for my meaning to sink in, and I relished in every minute, the smile that broke out across Dan’s face as he finally understood making me smile, and we were kissing, but it was more like laughing.

I did manage to make out the mumbled words between our lips and through our laughter, though, as he said the words that made my heart pitter-patter so hard I thought I might faint.

“Well I lied. I’m in love with you too.”

[irphanfic]

for the drabbles 51

It took a bit of time but here it is!

51. Hand over the cheese grater, orelse.

Philwas having a relaxed Wednesday. He woke up warm, still bundled up onhis duvet, had his mug of coffee along with a bowl of his favourite(well, Dan’s) cereal for breakfast and spent the last two hoursediting their newest gaming video which was turning out better thanexpected.

Sometimein the middle of his intense editing session he felt a hand on hisshoulder, making him jump from his seat before noticing it was Danwho was behind him. Who else could have been?

“Dan!You scared me!” Phil almost shouted, lowering his headphones to hisneck.

Danlaughed as he left a tall glass full of water next to him and leaneddown to give him a sweet forehead kiss, “How is editing going?” Danasked as he sat down on the chair next to the blue eyed.

“Good,I might finish this now and we can enjoy our afternoon outside if youwant.” Phil said, offering his boyfriend a smile, unsticking hisfingers from the mouse and keyboard for a moment.

“Yeah,I would like that,” Dan said, eyes glued to the screen where hechecked the time, “It’s almost 1 pm, I was thinking of making somepasta, you wanna help making a sauce or something?”

Philnodded. He loved cooking along with Dan, they made a pretty good teamalso in the kitchen, “Sure, let me finish this bit and I’ll be downto help you in a bit,” he pecked Dan on his rosy cheek, who offeredhim a smile before leaving the room, leaving Phil alone with thecomputer.

Afterclicking, dragging and adding a few more bits to what would be thefinal cut, Phil streched and left the computer to render the video ashe made his way to the kitchen, where Dan was taking out a fewutensils from the cupboards.

“Youfinished?” Dan asked as he filled up a pot with water.

“Yes!It’s exporting so I can start my super delicious pesto sauce, what doyou say? Do we even have basil?” Phil opened the fridge and foundthe vegetable he was looking for. He was being pretty lucky today.  

Philenjoyed Dan’s almost quiet humming as he stirred the spaguetti whenhe heard a squeak.

“Dan?Was that you?” Phil asked, a frown appearing on his face.

“Thehumming? Yeah, it was me, why? I can stop if it bothers you,” Dansaid, frowning also. He didn’t realize it was that annoying.

“No,no, your humming is good. I meant a squeak. I heard a squeak and Ithought it was you,” Phil said.

“Asqueak? Are you sure Phil? I’m sure I would have heard it too,” Danlooked at him, a confused expression on his face.

“Nevermind,it must have been accidental or somehting.” Phil mumbled, picking uphis knife and started cutting some of the basil, leaving the ‘squeakincident’ aside.

Theycontinued their tasks when Phil heard another squeak. Okay, this timeit wasn’t accidental, but he was sure if he asked Dan again he wouldlikely think he had gone mad or somehting.

Philtried to ignore it, but it was starting to sound more repeatedly. Whydidn’t Dan hear it? Could he investigate where it was coming fromwithout Dan suspecting anything?

Hewaited till he heard the noise once again, and it seemed to comefrom… the fridge? Had they left another soda can open which wasletting it’s fizz out?

Philwalked to the fridge, knowing Dan wouldn’t suspect anything andopened it, searching for a soda can but couldn’t find any. Oh, so itwasn’t a bubbly drink making the annoying noise, it had to besoemthing else.

A bitconfused, Phil closed the fridge door when once again the squeakreached his ears. This couldn’t be.Was he really going mad?

Hewaited till it sounded again and realized it was coming from behindthe fridge! Was something wrong with it? He hoped it wasn’t broken.

Philcrouched and looked behind it, only to find that a tiny mouse wastrapped in there! Oh no, poor mouse. He needed to rescue it. Itseemed disorientated as if he had touched some electric wire…

Howcould he help the little animal out without harming it? He didn’ttrust himself to move the fridge without harming himself and themouse in the process.

Couldhe lure the mouse out with some cheese? Maybe he could put some of itin his hand and the mouse could walk in there so Phil could leave himoutside or they could leave a trail of cheese to it to followoutside. Yeah, any of those ideas were good.

Philopened the fridge and, with a bit of disgust, he picked up the pieceof cheese Dan had saved in there, realizing it was to big to try tofeed the mouse. He would need to cut it somehow.

Phillooked at Dan, whose back was facing him since he seemed concentratedin his task of not burning pasta.

“Dan…hand over the cheese grater, or else.” Phil asked, ‘or else’ meaninga knife or even some scissors.

“What?Why? The pesto sauce doesn’t even have cheese! And also, have youforgotten the fact that you don’t even like cheese? Is this like thebanana thing that happened to you and you suddenly like cheese?” Danrambled, still stirring the pasta, oblivious to what was happening,not even bothering to turn around. 

“No!”Phil said a bit louder, grabbing his boyfriend’s attention, whoturned around to look at him, squating down by teh firdge with a bigpiece of cheese on his hand. Now for sure he looked insane.

“Whatthe hell are you doing?” Dan said, turning off the stove as if heknew the explanation would take a moment.

“Ifound where the squeak I heard earlier was coming from. There is atiny mouse behind the fridge and it seems a bit disorientated, Iwanted to feed him a bit of cheese but the piece is too big, that’swhy asked for a cheese grater or somehting,” Phil said, explainingeverything.

Heheard Dan’s “oh” from where he was standing, moving around thekitchen, finally finding the cheese grater Phil had been asking for.

“Here,”Dan crouched down next to Phil and showed him the chees grater,holding it inn place as the blue eyed proceeded to grate the bigpiece of cheese that was starting to fall in small almost crumb-likepieces on his hand.

OncePhil had managed to get a fair amount of cheese on the palm of hishand, he handed the big piece back to Dan and held the mini-mountainof cheese near to where the mouse was trapped, who instantly seemedmore awake with the ‘cheesy’ smell that was starting to reach hislittle nose, moving it up and down in a fast and repeated movement.

Danand Phil stared expectantly at the mouse, which was slowly making hisway to Phil’s hand, finally taking a small jump towards it andinstantly nibbling the cheese.

Philput his other hand over it, trapping it safely so it didn’t jump fromthere and at the same time trying not to crush it, “Fast Dan! Go andopen the front door!”

Bothof them stood up quickly and Dan did as he was told, opened theirmain door and observed as Phil crouched down once again, putting hishands near the pavement and waving goodbye to the small mouse, “ByeTimothy! Hope you reunite with your mice family soon!”

Danchuckled at his adorable boyfriend. Of course Phil would have alreadynamed the tiny animal and wished him a good way back to his home.

“Timothy?I though Remy was a more appropiate name, I mean, Ratatouille was apretty good movie and he was in our kitchen after all, I’m sure hecould have been a good chef,” Dan commented as he closed the maindoor staring at Phil slowly come back up.

“Ugh,Remy, that was it! How could I forget about Ratatouille!” Philexclaimed, “I’m sure he could have helped you don’t burn the pastaafter all.” Phil chuckled at Dan, who tried to catch him on his wayto the bathroom but the door closed and locked just right by hisnose.

“Youwill pay for that remark, Lester!”

“Youwish, Howell. You wish!”  

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Platonic Body Worship

“Phil... what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.”

“That’s a lie and we both know it. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” Phil insisted, biting his lip. Dan frowned, crossing his arms to show he wasn’t going to give up. “I just...” his frown grew as he looked down at his computer screen and Dan made his way over, sitting beside Phil and looking at the tumblr page he had brought up.

“What’s wrong with it?” Dan asked, seeing the ‘Dan and Phil’ tag up on his screen, mostly just pictures or gifs of one or the both of them. 

“Look at it.” Phil sighed eventually pulling up the notes on a gifset of Dan to show how many people had commented. 

Dan looked through the comments. They were all sweet, complimenting Dan’s appearance. It was flattering... but nothing new from this type of post. 

“So?” he asked finally, raising his eyebrows at Phil.

“Well look at this one.” Phil mumbled, moving to a gifset of just him. He opened it up, and there wasn’t a single comment. “They’re all like this.”

“Phil...” Dan started, but Phil cut him off.

“No. Don’t try to make it seem like something it isn’t. Even in ones with both of us...” Phil scrolled to one with both on the screen and pulled up the notes. Dan scrolled through them, and his stomach sank when he realized that, yes, nearly all were about him.

They all were calling him things from ‘beautiful’ to ‘sexy’ to ‘gorgeous’. There were a few commenting on Phil, but all of them said things like ‘cute’, and ‘adorable’.  

“I get...” Phil started, his voice a bit shaky as he closed his laptop and moved it away. “I get that you’re more attractive than me.”

“Phil...”

“No. Don’t. It’s true. You’re better looking than me and I understand that... I’ve accepted it... but still, it hurts sometimes. It’s hard to look at. Especially... I don’t know. I’ve just been feeling kind of insecure lately.”

"Phil... I don’t know what to say. You’re beautiful. And I’m not just saying that to make you feel better... you really are.” Dan insisted, but Phil brushed him off with a shrug, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

“I dunno. I’ve just been feeling kind of gross lately. I realized the other day... Dan, I haven’t dated in so long. I just haven’t had time. It’s been so long since anyone’s really... touched me. Not like... not like that, but just... I don’t think I’ve even hugged anyone in months.”

Dan paused for a moment, frowning as he listened to his best friend. 

“Come here.” he finally spoke, scooting a bit closer to Phil and opening his arms.

“What?” Phil asked, looking up in surprise.

“Come here.” Dan insisted, gesturing for Phil to hug him.

“Dan... I’m not telling you this for you to feel bad for me. I don’t need sympathy.”

“And I’m not doing this because I feel bad for you.” Dan argued, letting his hands drop to the couch, but still open and ready to embrace his friend. “I’m doing this because I love you and you deserve to know just how beautiful you are to me. You’re my best friend and when you’re hurting I’m hurting.” 

Phil looked conflicted for a moment before he finally gave in, sighing and moving into Dan’s arms. They hugged for a long time, Dan gently rubbing his back. 

He put everything he had into that hug - feeling the way Phil’s sides came together in an indent at his spine, brushing over his shoulder blades and the small of his back, pressing his nose into Phil’s shoulder as he pulled them together. 

“You’re beautiful.” he insisted, pulling back slightly and bringing his hands up to cup Phil’s face. “Your eyes are some of the most gorgeous and piercing things I’ve ever seen. Your nose is sharp and strong and your lips...” Dan brought his thumb down to brush over them lightly. “They make this heart shape and they quirk up into a beautiful smile. 

“Phil, your smile lights up the room. Your cheeks scrunch up and your head falls back, and when you do that it’s honestly gorgeous. Your hair...” Dan brought his hand up now, brushing Phil’s hair lightly off his forehead and into a quiff. “It’s fine and soft and falls so perfectly. You know I’ve always been jealous of it.” he laughed a little, but made sure he let the warmth he felt towards his friend shine through his eyes to show Phil just how sincere he was. 

“Your adam’s apple...” Dan’s thumb moved from Phil’s cheek down to his neck, hovering over the bump on his throat as Phil gulped and it moved up and down, making them both giggle a little. “It’s so prominent and honestly, Phil, it’s sexy as hell.”

Phil raised an eyebrow and Dan shrugged, laughing. 

“What? It is. Phil I know you probably don’t like how often people call you ‘cute’, but trust me, I’ve seen plenty of compilations, and people know you can be sexy. 

Phil blushed and looked down, but Dan lifted his chin back up with his hand, smiling. “Your cheekbones could cut paper, and your shoulders are wide and strong. The freckles on your arms are honestly adorable, along with the ones on your back, even though I know you don’t usually let people see those.”

Dan pulled back now to take Phil’s full body in with his gaze. 

“And goddamn, Phil, those legs?” 

Phil laughed, blushing as Dan raised his eyebrows at Phil suggestively. 

“They go for miles. Trust me, they’re pretty spectacular. And don’t tell me I need to go into detail about your ass - we both know your hips don’t lie and you have a great ass, that’s all that needs to be said.” 

Dan giggled as Phil blushed and nodded, pridefully accepting the compliment. Dan chuckled because he knew Phil was proud of his ass, and was glad his friend had admitted it. 

“So I don’t care what those people say.” Dan murmured, indicating the computer with a nod of his head. “You’re beautiful, and gorgeous, and sexy.” He insisted, moving back in for a hug. “And if you ever forget it again, I’m right here to remind you.”

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Coming Out (To Audience)

“You sure?” Dan asks, biting his lip excitedly.

“Yeah. Alright, you spell check mine and I’ll spell check yours, I swear if we get a typo this is going to be the worst reveal of all time.” Phil nervously laughs, the stress of the build up making beads of sweat gather on his temples. 

“Okay... Yep. Yours looks good.” 

“Yours too.” Phil agrees, and they move back to their own laptops.

“Alright, you ready?” Dan asks once more, reaching his hand out to hold Phil’s.

Phil grips Dan’s hand and squeezes, smiling at the way Dan’s fingers glide over the ring he’s refused to wear until this day, just in case of a slip with him forgetting to take it off.

He’ll be ecstatic not to have to leave the gorgeous band that represents so much in a little box beside their bed... getting to wear it each and every day now.

“Okay... in three...” Phil counts.

“Two...” Dan responds, an excited and nervous twinkle in his eye as he smiles apprehensively at Phil.

“One!” Phil shouts and then they click their mouses, pulling their hands back and staring wide-eyed at their screens.

It only takes a few moments for the replies to start flooding in, and Phil’s eyes go wide.

“Hey... what do you say we put these down for an hour or so... let people react and then we can come back in a bit?” Dan asks and Phil nods, slamming his laptop shut, his entire body alive with nerves.

“I love you.” He murmurs into Dan’s chest once he’s pulled into his arms, hugging him tight.

“I love you more.”

They planned to wait an hour, but in reality they only lasted seven and a half minutes before checking back in, and when they did relief whooshed out of them as they read through the ecstatic and supportive comments.

Of course people wanted more - a video, a livestream, a documentary. But of course, Dan and Phil had done this exactly how they wanted.

Phil smiled, Dan’s hand in his still rubbing the metal band gently as they both stared at Phil’s laptop screen, and their two new screen names.

Daniel Howell-Lester

 Phil Howell-Lester

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Stomach Ache

“Alright, Philly, dinner’s up come and get it!” Dan shouts, grinning as he plates up two heaping servings of stir fry and rice, happy with his creation. After several moments of silence Dan sighs and puts the food down, yelling a little louder this time, “PHIL!” 

When there’s no response Dan sighs and goes back to their room, opening the door and looking inside. Phil is curled up in a fetal position under the covers and his eyes are shut. 

“Of course.” Dan mumbles, walking up and kneeling by the edge of the bed. “Hey. Hey, Phil.” he whispers, reaching up to gently shake his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Food’s ready.” Phil groans and constricts further into himself, rolling into a small ball, caving his chin into his chest. “Come on, Phil, you don’t want to miss this one. I put in extra meat just for you.”

“Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhh...” Phil groans and Dan’s eyebrows raise, realizing suddenly that Phil’s in some sort of pain. He immediately goes into ‘mom’ mode, running over everything they’ve done in the past day or two, trying to assess the situation and any possible things that could have injured Phil without him noticing.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong? Do you have a headache? Is it the wine we drank last night? I told you you shouldn’t have had a third glass.”

“No.... ‘s my tummy...” Phil moans, his words muffled inside the ball he’s created of himself and Dan sighs, reaching up and stroking Phil’s side. 

“Do you feel nauseous?”

“No... just hurts.”

Dan’s mind is still whirring, but it stops when he realizes. Of course.

“Phil! You didn’t!” he accuses and the ball on the bed squeezes tighter. “You did!”

“They’re just so tempting! And one leads to another... then another... then a few more...”

“When are you gonna learn your lesson? Every single time sugar enters the threshold of this house I swear you become a bloodhound. It always ends up like this, why do you keep putting yourself through it?”

“They’re just... so fluffy.” the mutter barely reaches Dan’s ears and he can’t help but smile as he shakes his head, allowing it since Phil can’t see him. 

“Phil I swear to god, marshmallows will be the death of you.”

“Probably.”

“So that’s a no to dinner?”

At this Phil finally unrolls enough to look up at Dan with wide and apologetic blue eyes, a grimace on his face from his tummy ache. 

“I’m sorry.” Phil whimpers and Dan shakes his head, smiling.

“It’s alright. Now scoot over.” 

Phil doesn’t scoot, he instead moans about being in too much pain, so Dan rolls him over so his back is facing the brunette as he climbs in bed and wraps his arms around the curled up man, spooning him and holding him close. 

“Promise me that you’ll be better about the sweets.” Dan demands softly, knowing full well that he asks this every time and Phil always has the same response.

“I will. I swear. I’ll remember next time.” Phil mumbles and Dan chuckles breathily, because that’s the answer he always gets.

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Warm Sweaters

“How do you always look so cozy?” Phil asks one day when Dan strolls into the lounge, his oversized sweater draping over him. The sleeves are so long that only the tips of Dan’s fingers peek out of them, grabbing and twisting the fabric around to make little bundles. The sweater goes low, hanging below Dan’s hips, a bit askew so it’s farther down on one side. The neck of the sweater is wide and it’s also skewed to the side, showing off one collarbone as Dan’s curly hair makes a soft puff atop his head.

“What do you mean?” Dan asks, sitting down next to Phil who feels confined and stuck in his high collared tshirt with a video game logo. His hair has been straightened down into its fringe, and his contacts are making his eyes itch today.

“I dunno. You just look cozy. I want to be cozy.”

“Okay...” Dan starts, clearly confused as he raises an eyebrow at Phil. “Do you need my help?”

“Do you think you could?” Phil asks, feeling helpless asking for such a simple favor, but not even knowing where to start. It’s a chilly day leading into winter and he just wants to curl up and feel like he could melt. 

“Okay...” Dan starts, squinting as he appraises Phil, looking him up and down. “Go to the bathroom and take your contacts out. Put your glasses on.” Phil nods and gets up, heading towards the bathroom. “Oh! And bring back a comb!” 

Phil gives Dan a thumbs up over his shoulder before heading into the bathroom and gently taking his contacts out one by one, putting them back in their cases.

Ahhh, that feels so much better. He slips his glasses on and snags a comb from the drawer, heading back to the lounge. 

When he gets there, Dan has a few sweaters laying out. One is his Yeezy one, making Phil cringe at it’s resemblance to a potato sack. No... he’s not going to be wearing that one. Another is black on the top and grey on the bottom, and something about the material just looks a little too heavy for Phil and not quite soft enough...

When he sees the third sweater he knows he’s found the winner. It’s a new one of Dan’s, all black and it’s fuzzy. It’s so soft and Phil immediately bundles it up, smiling as he presses it to his face. 

“I’ve worn that once this week and haven’t washed it - I hope you don’t mind.” Dan warns and Phil shrugs, handing Dan the comb and taking off his shirt, slipping into the sweater, and humming in contentment as he bundles his fists in the too-long sleeves, bringing them up to his chin. 

“It’s perfect.” he smiles, and Dan smiles back. 

“Alright...” Dan starts, walking up closer. He raises the comb and begins to comb through Phil’s hair, Phil wincing here and there because his hair is a bit tangly. Once Dan has worked out the knots, he brings the comb underneath Phil’s fringe and combs it up. Phil looks up, a small smile coming to his face when he realizes Dan’s styling him into a quiff.

The feeling of air on the right side of his forehead feels foreign and Phil shuts his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Dan combing and styling his hair as he plays with the fuzzy sweater sleeves, enjoying how the bottom of the sweater goes well beneath his hips and bum. It’s almost like a really short dress. 

Once Dan finally seems content with his work he puts down the comb and Phil smiles, hugging himself. 

“Feel cozier now?” Dan asks, and Phil nods vigorously.

“I feel like a walking cloud! A black fuzzy cloud!”

“I’m glad.” Dan laughs, shaking his head, and suddenly Phil’s eyes go wide.

“You know what we still need?” he asks excitedly, and Dan looks up, a question in his eyes.

Ten minutes later finds the two men curled up on the couch, sipping their steaming hot cocoas with little marshmallows floating around in them. 

Dan pulls out his phone and they take a selfie with their drinks, and Phil’s hair is in a quiff and he’s wearing glasses and in all black and you can see that the sleeves of the sweater are too long because only the tips of his fingers poke out to grip his mug of cocoa, but he looks happy and warm and his eyes are shining. 

“I like this.” Phil sighs, leaning back on the couch, and Dan smiles over at him, warmth in his gaze.

“Me too.”

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Edit It Out

“What the hell are you doing, Dil? Do you see this? How can one man break so many plates?” Phil asks in amazement, turning to Dan after a few moments with no response. “Dan?” he asks, furrowing his brow in confusion at the way Dan’s unashamedly staring at him, his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Pause the game.”

“What?”

“Pause the game.” Dan says again, with more necessity this time. Phil does, confused, and the minute the screen is frozen Dan gets out of his chair and has Phil’s face between his hands, kissing him hard. 

He takes the arms of Phil’s chair and rolls it backwards as they kiss, until the seat bumps into the couch. 

Pulling Phil out of his chair with their lips never coming disconnected, Dan lowers them both onto the couch, climbing on top of Phil and kissing him, hard. 

“What...” Phil mumbles against Dan’s lips, struggling to keep up. “What’s this for?”

“You did that thing.” Dan whispers, back, his breath tantalizing on Phil’s lips.

“What thing?”

“The swallow thing. Where your adams apple goes up and down.” Dan responds, his lips now moving against Phil’s neck as the older man moans softly, arching his toes up at the sensation.

“I’m just that irresistible?” Phil laughs breathily, and Dan comes back over him, eyes dark and serious.

“Yes.”

Dan swoops back down and their lips are together again but Phil can’t help but laugh into the kiss, effectively killing the moment and leaving Dan pulling back and sitting up over Phil, pouting down at his boyfriend.

“Why are you laughing at me?”

“Well... A, you’re adorable... and B, you really need to get some more self control. We’re still filming, you know.”

“Good.” Dan whispers, coming back down for another kiss. “We can re-watch it later.”

“You’re lucky this isn’t live.”

“Thank god.” Dan responds, his voice raspy. 

“Alright, alright.” Phil mumbles after a few more allowed kisses, pushing Dan away gently. “I love you, but we need to finish this video and the fans will probably already pick up on my blush and suddenly messy hair... we don’t need to make it even worse.”

Dan groans then sighs, leaning down for one final peck before reluctantly getting off Phil and helping him back to his feet.

“We can make the ending short, though?” Dan asks once they sit down and Phil looks over, a glint in his eyes as they crinkle into a smile.

“Extremely.” 

Five minutes later when they’ve finished filming, turned the camera off, and made their way to the bedroom, Phil finds himself laughing once more.

“Honestly am I that un-sexy today?” Dan asks with a pout and Phil shakes his head, still giggling.

“No... no... it’s just...” he gasps, covering his mouth with his hand.

“What?” Dan asks, and Phil leans up to peck his nose.

“There’s gonna be a lot to edit out of that one. And guess whose turn it is to edit!” 

The groan Dan lets out at that easily tops any others made throughout the rest of their night.

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New Christmas Drabble!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12560156/chapters/28605148