Doodler: @firedawnleafpool - art coming this Sunday!
Warnings: Copious amounts of swearing and pancakes
Summary: Dan’s actual job is working at Louise’s diner, but he could make a career out of saving cute dark-haired strangers from dates with assholes.
A/N: Thanks to the ever-wonderful @philslesters for her help with this. It’s about damn time I plucked up the courage to post 1k of fluff. This is my first time doing PLP and it was a lot of fun :)
“I understand why people do it, but the business side just doesn’t work, Phil,” the asshole at table four explains, and Dan’s a bit miffed for having missed that much of the conversation. He has no idea what Jerkface is on about.
“More Coke?” Dan asks Blue Eyes - or Phil, assuming Dingbat has his name right.
“Yes, please,” he says with a smile, then turns back to Twathead. “It’s really not meant to follow a business model. Businesses aim to make money; we aim to provide service.”
Dan raises his eyebrows at his manager Louise as he walks away, Phil’s glass in hand.
“They’re on a date and it’s going poorly?” she guesses.
“Yup, and blonde dude is insufferable. From what I can gather, he’s talking about how charities don’t work. He’s also barely acknowledged me even though I’ve been very attentive. Mostly ‘cause I want to stay updated on this mess.”
“And you think the dark-haired one is cute.”
“Am I that transparent?”
“As a ghost, my dear,” she says, patting Dan on the shoulder. “Get the poor boy some more Coke.”
“On it.”
“I’m going to go ‘do some paperwork’ at table six so I can get the scoop,” she says, giving a dramatic wink in lieu of air-quotes.
“Professionals at work, we are.”
By the time Dan’s returned to the table, the conversation has shifted entirely. Hard to imagine having a nice conversation with someone who talks this much.
“I really like baking, but the stuff I make only comes out edible about half the time,” Phil says, twirling a straw wrapper around his finger. “Thank you,” he smiles when Dan places his drink down, “Dan,” he continues, reading Dan’s name tag. So this is why they wear these things.
Dan reluctantly goes to table six and sits across from Louise, chin propped up on one elbow.
“I make the best pumpkin pie, you know. My whole family demands I bring it every Christmas.” Dudeman’s loud comment is enough to bring them both up to speed.
Dan rolls his eyes and Louise nods, her expression lingering somewhere between strained and bemused.
“You should probably make it look like I have a reason to be over here,” Dan says.
Louise flips to the binder in front of her and plucks a blank sheet of paper from the pocket, poising the pen over it and cocking her head to the side. Dan listens.
“Yeah, my mum had to explain that ovens didn’t contain tiny dragons that ate and then poo’ed out your food to cook it, like my brother told me,” Phil says, and Asshat doesn’t laugh. Dan assumes it’s Phil who clears his throat. “Do you have any siblings?”
“The one time Phil can get a word in, dude doesn’t even respond. The fuck,” he says quietly.
“How d’you know his name?”
“Heard Twatface call him that.”
Louise smiles mischievously, sliding the piece of paper towards Dan.
Save the cute one and take the rest of the night off xx
“What? How am I supposed to do that?”
She raises her eyebrows and makes an obscure waving motion with her hand. Dan just stares.
“Maybe Mr. Businessman needs less Coke.”
Dan inhales sharply and nods. Louise is either the best or worst boss ever.
Tom, the cook, is unperturbed by Dan’s grumpiness and apparent anxiety. Dan grabs the food and heads back out to table four, steeling himself.
Dan pays no mind to whatever Asshat is prattling on about and gleefully interrupts.
“One stack of American pancakes, butter and maple syrup on the side,” Dan says, placing the dish in front of Phil. His face lights up like goddamn Christmas morning.
“One almond chicken salad, cherry tomatoes diced, both ranch and vinaigrette on the side.” Snooty almost looks impressed that his annoyingly specific order was fulfilled.
“Can I get you some more -” Dan reaches for Jerk’s glass, and very obviously tips it over. Coke spills onto the table, his lap, and the floor. This would happen to Dan completely on accident, and it absolutely has. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
Prince of Dramatics scoffs loudly.
“Oh - I’m so sorry -” Dan says, completely monotone. He grabs a fistful of napkins from his apron pocket and places them on the table to soak up the soda.
“It’s okay, Ryan,” Phil says placatingly, throwing his own napkin into the soggy pile.
“There’s plenty of paper towels in the restroom if you want to -” Dan continues, and Ryan stands up.
“Just perfect,” he mutters. He scrapes the chair loudly against the tile and storms off to the bathroom. Dan’s stomach falls out of his ass. This was stupid.
“Sorry,” he says to Phil, rushing to the bar and back to grab more napkins.
“It happens,” Phil says, kneeling down to help Dan mop up the floor.
“No, you don’t have to -”
Phil gently takes some towels from Dan with a soft smile. “It’s okay. Between you and me, this is a good summary of my night.”
“I couldn’t help but notice,” Dan replies. Most of the carnage taken care of, they both stand and Phil takes his seat. Dan hesitates, but Phil’s looking at him over the rim of his glasses, and that does it. He hastily wipes down the other chair and sits.
“This is incredibly forward and rude of me but, would you want to get out of here before he comes back? You seem nice and nobody deserves a date like this.”
Phil’s eyes widen and his jaw goes a bit slack. “A date? Oh, no, this was a sort of - job interview? I talked to Ryan’s boss on the phone and she told him to meet up with me and seal the deal.”
“Oh. OH. Oh my god, I’m so -”
“But,” Phil interjects, leaning forward. “I don’t want to work for them anyway. Who runs a for-profit animal shelter?” Phil rolls his eyes. “So if you’re offering a date, then I’d be up for it.”
“I have a dog,” Dan replies, dumbfounded. “And I’m free if you are. Right now. I’ll pay for your meal. This one and another one. You like pancakes?”
“Yes,” Phil replies, laughing. “Do you?”
“I love pancakes. And making a fool of myself.” He glances over at Louise, who gives him a big smile and a thumbs up. “And my boss. Let’s go.”
Title: The Promise of Forever
Drabbler: Sin-n-city
Beta: sadplanet99
Doodler: panic-station-drones
Warning: implications of smut
Summery: There has always been the promise of forever (past lives).
Notes: part of the Phandom Little Pop 2017. Thanks to everyone for helping with this! Sorry it’s a bit late, but better late then never!
It’s so vivid when his eyes are closed. The sand trails between his fingers, the breeze catching it before it touches the ground. The ocean whispering as it crashes to the shore. The warm heat of the sun caressing his skin as the water nips at his toes.
The hand that grazes his own momentarily, and the warmth that flows through it, stronger than anything the weather could make him feel. He sees it, those piercing blue eyes that practically illuminate. The way his black hair blows with the breeze and feels his heart with the sensation that he somehow knows he has felt forever.
He watches as his companions hand trails lazily amongst the sand, drawing swirls and syllables. Etches nothingness into the grains beside them.
And when he wakes up there is a small part of him that can still feel the breeze.
-
Sometimes he feels as though he and Phil just click too well. That there is centuries of backfill behind his laugh. Like he's heard it a thousand times.
When his eyes are closed. He can hear the laughs bouncing off the walls. The glimpse of Phil fills his mind, sitting on a chair, rocking back and forth and he clenches his mind. The warmth of the fireplace directly behind him, fillling the room with the same sense that fills his heart.
The familiar voice always brings him out of his trance, “Dan?”
The smile the lingers on Phil's lips is fond, and Dan can't help the echo the same.
-
The sweat on his skin tingles, breath leaving his lips is jagged and shallow waves. His head is nestled in the familiar nape between his neck.
He can hear the groans leave their lips, almost in sync as their bodies move together perfectly.
After, when Phil’s body is nestled between his, back against his chest and the moonlight glows, it feels as if he’s finally home.
-
His favourite dreams are the ones that involve Phil. Sometimes changing, yet always similar. The dreams are so vivid at times. Semi-lucid almost. It’s strange, it feels comforting, just like he’s been there before. He can’t put his finger on it, because sometimes it’s so real, it’s like he re-lived it before.
Sometimes he is sailing the seas on a boat aged with time.
Sometimes he is in a cottage filled with wooden furniture and dated curtains where the light shines through from all angles.
Sometimes it’s raining and cloudy, sometimes he’s crying and sometimes the birds a chirping so loudly it’s like they are right there with him.
But every time, without a fail. Phil is with him.
-
When their lips touch right before Dan goes to sleep he knows, that there has always been a promise of forever.
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Hello! This is my team’s fic for this year’s phandom little pop. I’m so happy of how it went this few months, it was amazing! Anyways, here’s the fic!
Prompt:Prompt:Dan drinks a little bit too much in a Youtube New Year, New You party and Phil has to take care of his hungover body.
Thanks to @littlelionsloves and Qmarianathehypertiredgirl !! We made an amazing thing!!!
*The night before*
“Dan, don’t drink too much okay? You get really sick when you get a hangover”
“That won’t happen! I’ll just…have a few more cocktails.” He said as he drank his fourth cocktail of the night. We were at a youtube new year, new you party. Some youtubers were drunk, but I decided to stay sober.
After a while I decided that it was time to go. So, I went for Dan(who was really drunk when I saw him) and we went back home.
Last night, we both had a YouTube New Year, New Start Party, and of course, Dan got drunk. Dragging him out of the party was a bit hard, he didn’t want to let go of the bottle of vodka.
I yawned and opened my eyes tiredly. We got back home at 5 am and went straight to bed, tired from partying. We had a meeting today noon so we needed to rest as much as possible.
——————
I woke up to the noise of my alarm. We had to be awake at 11 am so we could get ready for our 1 pm meeting.
I placed my glasses on and then I turned my face to see Dan still asleep, daek bags on his eyes and his mouth was hanging open.
“Hey bear, wake up” I gently shook him.
“Mm just a few more minutes…”
“No sweetie, we have the meeting and it’s quite important to be there” “Go shower and wake me up later….”
I first decided to make tea since I was feeling a bit thirsty. I decided to make one for Dan too as he probably was hungover from last night.
I was about to bring the mugs to the bedroom when I heard Dan yelling my name.
“Phil, come here. Bathroom!!”
I rushed to the bathroom to find Dan thowing up on the toilet, his face becoming pale as he threw up.
“Oh Dan” I said as I rubbed his back. There was no way I was going to let him go out to the meeting, he looked really bad.
“I regret drinking”
“Wanna go back to bed? Or do you want to stay here?”
“Here, I feel like throwing up again.”
“Oh Baby, I told you”
“I know but Tyler wanted me to play drinking games”
After Dan finished throwing up he went to the lounge and turned on the TV. I grabbed the trash bin that was on the kitchen and gave it to Dan. “Thanks”
“I told you not to drink a lot!”
“I lost control of it!”
“Right. I have to film, you stay here. Wanna watch a movie or something?”
“British bake off”
I took the remote and changed the channel to BBC.
“Thank you”
“No problem bear, I’ll be back after filming so we can cuddle okay?”
“Okay. My tummy hurts”
“I’ll bring you tea. Try to rest” I brought him tea and went to my bedroom to film.
Dan’s POV
I was feeling like utter shit. I threw up at least four times while Phil was filming. I was tired, hungry, thirsty. Ugh, I need Phil. I got up and went to his bedroom. Cuddling with my boyfriend makes me always feel better.
Phil’s POV
When I was about to finish, a really sleepy Dan came in.
“Are you done yet?”
“I was about to finish”
“I can’t sleeep!” He complained as he sat next to me.
“I’ll finish later. Let’s go and make you get some rest okay? Do you want something to eat before sleeping?”
“Toast. Just, some toast Philly.”
“Okay let’s go.” I said as I gave him a forehead kiss.
We went to the lounge and we wrapped ourselves with a white fluffy blanket. I fed him with his toast, but a few minutes after eating it, he threw up.
“Oh Bear, are you still hungry?”
“Kinda, but tummy hurts”
“Maybe you can handle eating some fruit”
“Do we even have fruit? The last time I checked we only had banana”
“Let me check” I said before pressing another kiss on his forehead and leaving the lounge.
I checked and we had some grapes on a big bag. Maybe those could help.
I served them on a bowl and brought them to Dan, who was throwing up again. I rubbed his back and placed the bowl next to him.
After that last time he threw up I knew he needed a painkiller. So, I got him one and then fed him with the grapes and somehow he felt a lot better.
A few hours later, I was watching the show as I brushed Dan’s hair with my fingers, he looked like he was going to fall asleep in seconds.
“Are you actually falling asleep while I brush your hair with my fingers?” I chuckled.
“Mmmwhat?They’re soft…”
After a few minutes, Dan was asleep, his body finally relaxed after the tough morning.
I decided to stay next to him and edit the video, so I could be able to post it tomorrow.
After a few hours passed, it was 8 pm already, so I decided to carry Dan to bed since he looked really tired and had no signs of waking up.
I got up and carried Dan bride style to bed, bad thing was, he stirred.
“Phil?”
“Yes bear?”
“Am I flying?”
“No, I’m carrying you to bed.” I chuckled.
As I placed Dan in bed and tucked him in, he mumbled.
“Thank you for taking care of my hungover body”
“Anytime bear” I said as I placed a kiss on his forehead.
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