Summary: Phil mocks Dan for being a bit childish throughout the day, but it leads to sleepovers and hand-holding in the end.
Daydream or Reality? (ao3) - TinksMind_Thea
Summary: Dan comes to Phils for a sleepover, and Phil's parents are away visiting Martyn... could this be the end of a friendship or tightening of bonds?
A short one shot of 20 year old Dan and Phil, based on an experience of my own hope you like it.
Haunted House - doomedhowell
Summary: Teenage foursome having a sleepover at a haunted house. they try to freak eachother out by telling ghost stories and jumping out from behind things. but later that night things start getting really creepy and they all end up getting so scared they run out of the house screaming.
Home Is Wherever I’m With You (ao3) - xoPrincessKayxo
Summary: Written for Prompt #15- Sleepover
Dan has a habit of showing up at Phil's place unannounced whenever he can't sleep. Phil doesn't mind at all
Let It Snow (ao3) - starrywrite
Summary: Filed under ‘A One Night Stand Gone Not So Horribly Wrong’ in which Dan and Phil meet at a bar on Christmas Eve and head back to Dan’s flat for an adult slumber party - which extends into the next day when they discover that they’re snowed in and Phil can’t leave, forcing these two strangers to spend Christmas together.
Locked in (ao3) - Infinitesky (orphan_account)
Summary: Dan gets locked into his high school gym over night with none other then his used-to-be bff Phil Lester. Ft. fluff, insecurities, deep conversations, and all that fun stuff.
Maybe Only for an Hour (ao3) - AmeliaHollow
Summary: Dan and Phil are teenagers in love.
Conveniently, they also happen to be neighbors.
One night, Dan can't sleep so he texts Phil to keep him company. When push comes to shove Dan finds himself sneaking through the window of the bedroom of the boy he loves so he can spend 'Just one hour' with him without risking too much. If either of their parent's found out they were together... or gay at all for that matter- that would be it. But we all know love makes you do crazy things.
My Heart/The Dark (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: Eighteen-year-old Dan. Twenty-four-year-old Phil. One room. One sleepover. One thought.
Phil?
secrets in the silence (ao3) - ordanary
Summary: What begins as a mere quest for a drink of water at four AM ends in a makeshift date between Dan and his boyfriend on the floor of their friend’s kitchen.
Sleepover (ao3) - niennaerso
Summary: Phil loves Dan but he may not love him back.
Inspired by Hayley Kiyoko's Sleepover
Sleepover (ao3) - your_starless_eyes
Summary: Slow kisses can quickly evolve into something a bit more… heated, if you’re not careful.
Just remember to beware of your mother (or your boyfriend’s mother) unless you want to die of embarrassment.
Sleepover In The Moon Room (ao3) - kae_karo
Summary: It's a tradition they've had for years
slip a ribbon down (ao3) - queerofcups
Summary: Phil knows what its like to want and to keep that want to herself.
Dan sleeps over.
When the Lights Go Off (ao3) - voteforsarcasm
Summary: Dan is confused about his feelings for his best friend, yet something that occurs during a sleepover might help to clear his mind once and for all.
"You." (ao3) - nine_roses
Summary: AU where Dan dedicates a song to Phil and it ends just okay.
Where a Thousand Lovers Cry — Chapter 5 (Y&K Phantom Fix-it)
Warnings: Mention of mourning and chronic illness
A / N: This chapter is not what I expected, I had to split it in two because it was getting too long and that's why I don't feel like that much happens in this — mostly fluff, there is a lot of that — Even so, hope you like it
In the back of a taxi he rubs his hands over his face and takes stock. He can feel the beginnings of a headache building at the base of his neck, his jaw aches from how tightly he's been squeezing himself together all day and every fibre of his being is suddenly crying out for a cuddle. The thought of not being touched or kissed in the next five minutes is making him anxious enough to text Phil his embarrassing thoughts.
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At home his pyjamas are set out on the bed for him and there's a piece of cake from their favourite bakery waiting in the fridge.
He strips off quickly and stumbles into the lounge. He'll eat his cake later, right now he wants this.
He's allowed this. He's allowed to take Phil's laptop and put it on the floor and tuck himself around the body, the person he's wanted all day.
"Hello". Phil chuckles, his hands immediately beginning to smooth up and down Dan's back like he knows Dan loves, needs when he's tired like this.
"It was good. I did well I think".
Phil hums in his ear and kisses at his temple.
"I got you a piece of cake, did you see?".
Dan smiles "I did".
Phil tugs the blanket from its place on the back of the sofa and drapes it over Dan's shoulders, cocooning him in.
Dans jaw is still working on untensing itself and his neck aches and he's suddenly exhausted but his chest is warm and he's home and safe and Phil is rubbing his back again and he'll be good in the morning, if not the moment.
warnings: fwb if that counts, feelings of neglect/insecurity
word count: 2019
A/N: okay, so, long time no see, huh? Well, I bring you another fic at long last. Based off of the song ‘candles’ by Daughter, at least my interpretation of it. Enjoy!
That boy take me away into the night
Out of the hum of the street lights and into a forest
I'll do whatever you say to me in the dark
It was an unspoken agreement. An arrangement, for lack of any better words. A quick fuck here and there, a sloppy blowjob, rushed orgasms in a no strings attached kind of way. Dan despised it. Moreover, he despised himself for letting it happen time after time. Every text and every call, every, “you still awake” and every 3am knock on the door he answered. He tricked himself into thinking it could change, that one of these times Phil would stay, or he'd open the door and it’d be different, be slow and caring and…loving. It never was. It was rushed, hurried, sloppy kisses and discarded clothes, hissed words and frantic hands. It was quick and it was dirty like Dan was a secret Phil would take to the grave. And Dan wasn’t stupid. He’d seen the texts and the calls and the girl Phil called up afterward, promising he'd be home soon, he’d just got caught up or couldn’t sleep and went for a walk. It was lies and bullshit but then again, Dan mused, what did he expect Phil to say?
Scared I'll be torn apart by a wolf in mask
Of a familiar name on a birthday card
He dreaded to even think about what his family would say. What they’d think or do. It was bad enough he was gay, let alone a booty call. He supposed he was a hypocrite, mad at Phil for treating him like a dirty little secret when it was exactly how he treated him in return. He supposed he didn’t even know Phil. Not really. They’d been friends when they were teenagers, but even then they were never close. They'd met again and well, that relationship was essentially this, this friends with benefits bullshit agreement.
Blow out all the candles
Blow out all the candles
"You're too old to be so shy"
He says to me so I stay the night
You wanna come over?
Dan’s phone pinged and a wave of dread laced with arousal washed over him as he picked it up and opened the conversation. He texted back before he could think twice and picked up his coat, slipping into his shoes. He knew the short walk to Phil’s apartment like the back of his hand, every step burned into his memory out of sheer shame, guilt, need.
“Hey,” Phil whispered as soon as Dan was through the door, not even letting him reply before his lips were pressed against his own, rushed and sloppy, hands frantically pushing his coat off, stumbling against the wall as Dan took off his shoes.
They separated briefly to pull off their shirts, bare chests heaving and flushed, glinting with sweat in the dim light of the hall lamp. Phil lunged back onto him, hands already making fast work off Dan’s belt. He pushed him through the door to his room and Dan froze. They never fucked in Phil’s bed. Somehow that’d be too nice, not dehumanising enough, but here they were. Phil must’ve noticed his almost hesitance and pulled back, stopped the assault on his lips long enough to whisper,
“She’s gone for the weekend.” Dan wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry, wanted to scream and kick and yell and fight. He found his lips back on Phil’s.
His bed was soft, the mattress and duvet cushioning his fall as he was pushed back onto it, Phil dragging off his trousers not a moment later. He was rock hard and Phil smirked, reaching out a slender finger to drag down his cock, biting his lip when Dan gasped. Phil’s own jeans hit the floor with a muffled thud, belt jingling as it fell to the carpet. It was too loud when the only other noise in the room was their laboured breaths.
“Top or bottom?” Dan managed to gasp, cock twitching as Phil’s eyes raked up his body. Phil reached down to tweak one of Dan’s nipples, bending down to nibble on his earlobe, sucking it into his mouth, lathing at it with his tongue. Dan couldn’t contain his moans.
“I’m topping you tonight, Dan,” he whispered huskily and a pearl of precome oozed into Dan’s boxers, hands flying up to clutch at Phil’s back, hips rutting up into his thigh. Phil laughed, the sound deep and rumbling in his chest, somehow only serving to amplify Dan’s current arousal.
“Didn’t give you enough time to prepare tonight, did I?” Phil asked and Dan shook his head. Usually, Phil would give him fair warning, allowing him time to stretch himself, a task he preferred he did himself. Allowing Phil to do it only made it all the more personal, made it seem like Phil cared as opposed just using him as a hole to fuck.
“I don’t need much prep,” Dan croaked and winced at the harshness of his voice, far too loud in the quiet room. Phil raised an eyebrow but kissed his way down Dan’s body and pulled off his boxers nonetheless.
“Pass me the lube. Top drawer, next to you.” Dan did as he was told, heart hammering with both arousal and something a lot like anxiety. Phil pressed a kiss to Dan’s shaft before lubing up a finger and slipping it in, working it to the last knuckle before pulling it out. Dan forced himself to relax, eyes slipping closed and willed himself to not remember this feeling, not remember how carefully Phil was working him open.
“More,” Dan hissed, eager to rush this part as much as he could. He knew he’d regret it, Phil wasn’t exactly small, but this felt too much like a relationship, too caring. Phil pursed his lips but slipped in his middle finger along side his index one, pumping both of the digits in and out, scissoring him open. Dan huffed out a moan, hips bucking up, cock hard and flushed against his stomach, leaking onto the skin.
Bending down, Phil took Dan into his mouth, fingers never stopping their movements. Dan half yelled at the shock, opening his eyes to take in the image of Phil's hollowed cheeks, his normally blue eyes blown wide, hooded and dark. His orgasm pooled in his stomach and he grunted, reaching out and pulling Phil’s head down farther, hands tangling in his hair. Phil nudged his prostate and Dan cried out, forcing himself to release Phil from his grip and stutter out a warning.
“I’m close, fuck.” Phil pulled off his cock with an obscene pop, lips glistening and red, now three fingers deep in Dan and Dan couldn’t even remember him adding a third digit. He didn’t care.
“You ready?” Phil asked, eyes almost soft and Dan snapped his shut, nodding vigorously. When he opened them again, Phil was hovering over him, his smirk predatory. With one swift thrust, he pushed into Dan, hissing as Dan swallowed his length, watching it disappear into him. “Fuck, look at you, taking me so fucking well,” Phil growled and Dan moaned, nails raking down Phil’s back, blunt nails breaking the skin in places, drawing droplets of crimson to the surface.
Phil rolled his hips, throwing his head back and moaning loudly at the feeling before drawing back and snapping forward again, starting a fast and hard pace, unrelenting. He barely even glanced at Dan, too caught up in chasing his own pleasure. Dan clenched hard around him when he hit his prostate, crying out as his cock throbbed in need. Reaching down, Dan wrapped a hand around himself, knowing Phil wouldn’t do it for him.
“Phil,” Dan gasped and Phil bit his lip, picking up the pace further, ramming his cock into Dan again and again and again, hitting all the right spots and Dan thought he could come, even if he removed his hand from his cock. He thought he could die from just that, just the feeling of Phil so deep inside him. Dan clenched down again and Phil moaned loudly. Dan could feel every ridge, every vein, every throb of Phil’s cock buried inside him. The guilt was nonexistent, the anxiety gone, both replaced by a tsunami of arousal, a primal need. He fisted his cock faster, perfectly in time with Phil’s brutal thrusts.
“I’m gonna cum Dan, I’m gonna cum right in your arse, buried deep inside you,” Phil snarled and Dan yelled out, his own orgasm tearing through him, hitting his chest and stomach, the smaller shots trickling over his fingers. Phil grunted and thrusted once, twice, particularly hard on the third and then he was coming in deep, long ropes inside Dan, painting his walls. Dan moaned out, a smaller, weaker orgasm being ripped out of him from that sensation alone.
Phil pulled out of Dan and rolled off, laying on his back, chest heaving, eyes wide. Usually, Dan would stand up, go the bathroom and clean off before getting dressed and leaving but something compelled him to stay, some unknown force or emotion.
Just a young heart confusing my mind
But we're both in silence
Wide-eyed, both in silence
Wide-eyed, like we're in a crime scene
“That was fun,” Phil laughed, breathless and ragged.
“Yeah, it was,” Dan whispered, his voice small and distant, the familiar feelings of shame and anxiety rolling over him, the sense of regret and the screaming voice asking just what the actual fuck he was doing there again. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
Well, I have brittle bones it seems
I bite my tongue and I torch my dreams
Have a little voice to speak with
And a mind of thoughts and secrecy
Phil rolled off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom, leaving Dan alone and with his thoughts. He wondered who he’d be if he’d never met Phil all those years ago, never met him again in that bar, never sealed his fate to be stuck in this loveless arrangement. He hated himself, both who he was and who he was at that point in time, despised himself for ever allowing it to get this far, for allowing himself to get in this deep. He wanted to go back and change it all, forget Phil and all the shit he’d brought with him.
Things cannot be reversed
We learn from the times that we are cursed
Things cannot be reversed
Learn from the ones we fear the worst
And learn from the ones we hate the most
“You should get going,” Phil spoke from the doorway and Dan was snapped out of his thoughts, anger replacing the feeling of guilt. Of course. Why would it ever be any fucking different? Dan nodded, standing up and making his way into the bathroom, pushing past Phil and locking the door. He placed both hands on the sink and stared into the mirror, watched as his reflection cried, eyes red and cheeks pale. He snarled at the mirror image of himself and busied himself with cleaning himself off.
'Cause we both know
I'll never be your lover
I only bring the heat
Company under cover
Filling space in your sheets
Dan refused to meet Phil’s eye as he picked his clothes up from the floor, making his way into the hall for his shirt, shoes, and coat. This was all it’d ever be. All he was good for. A quick and dirty fuck, nothing more and nothing less. How dare he even think it would ever be different, that Phil would ever come around.
“Dan-” Phil started and Dan snapped.
“Don’t. Fucking don’t, Phil. Just fuck off.” Dan opened the front door and slammed it shut behind him, running down the apartment complex’s stairs as fast as he could, blinking back tears mingled with guilt and shame. The cold night air hit him like a slap in the face and he walked back to his apartment, alone and in the dark.
when its 12:03 on a tuesday night and u still haven't finished ur homework but u take a fanficion break expecting to read a 2k one shot but end up on a 23k heart reaching novel and now it's 4:56 and ur screwed
I Thought Love Was Being Wanted — Chapter 1 (Phantom x Don Juan fanfic) in collaboration with @claradwor
Pairing: Carlos & Christine (Friendship, NO ROMANCE, they’re both gay) Fem!Takarazuka!Erik x Christine, Don Juan x Don Carlos (both background relationships, because they are dead)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Major Character Death, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms
Summary: Don Juan and The Phantom of the Opera are dead.
Carlos leaves Spain and tried his luck in France. Christine refuses to leave the city of her heart no matter how ruined her reputation and career is.
In a mutual understanding of their ways of love and their losses, both find the acceptance and compassion that they cannot have towards themselves. The love story is over and this is a tragedy, without the expectation of the happy ending, they may find something just for them.
'' Why, Carlos!? Why?! Was I wrong when I let her become my whole life?! How can that be a sin when there was so much love involved?'' Christine cried.
" Everything will be fine." And what was that, a lie? A promise? Did it matter?
Juan and Erika were dead, and not even all the love in the world could give them back
A/N: Look, I saw Don Juan and I thought that Carlos and Christine would be instant best friends, and then remember that they both lost their non-canon but obvious love interest, I talk about it with Claradwor and BOOM, here we are. And yes, Erika is dead here, because unlike my Home series, here Christine ran when she saw Erika’s face, and that doesn't make me very happy. Confusing for people who follow me for Phantom, but I hope that those who follow me for Takarazuka like it.
Summary: Phil is surprised to find Dan in a rather inviting position on the outdoor patio of their beach villa on the coast of Australia. The couple enjoys semi-public sex in the sun.
Anything She Can Do I Can Do Better - succubusphan
Summary: In which Dan is a nosy fuck who likes to guess what their neighbours get up to in bed and Phil has had enough.
Blurred Lines (ao3) - waveydnp
Summary: It’s hard to find hookups when you’re on a world tour.
Domino Effect (ao3) - intoapuddle
Summary: After years of keeping sex and friendship separate, Dan finds himself on the edge of falling in love.
Fog (ao3) - intoapuddle
Summary: Dan doesn’t want to perform tonight.
He is lucky. He is privileged. He has every reason to love his job.
But Dan doesn’t want to perform tonight.
Hot Mess (ao3) - outphan
Summary: It's a hot night on the tour bus.
i’m lovin, i’m livin, i’m picking it up - galhowell
Summary: Tour bus smut. Having a mirror on the ceiling of their bedroom makes Dan rather excited.
Intercourse, PA (ao3) - Spring_Haze
Summary: Dan's travel app gives him an idea, and when the bus approaches Intercourse, PA, he wakes Phil to celebrate their location.
Make You Feel at Home - philsdrill
Summary: After struggling through the last few days of the US tour, Dan and Phil take time to recover. Dan has to think fast on how to deal with a homesick and anxious Phil before they fly across the world to Australia.
New Year's Eve (ao3) - phanburnhamizzard
Summary: New Year’s Eve is a time of reflection for Dan and Phil, who sneak out of their hotel to watch the ball drop in Time’s Square in New York City.
Phoenix Rising (ao3) - Spring_Haze
Summary: Dan challenges Phil to a period of forced abstinence while on tour in America. The game becomes unbearable, and each man has moments of weakness. In the end, it is all about passion and urgency.
Practice Makes Perfect (ao3) - winstonlives
Summary: Phil said he would paint Dan’s nails in a live show, and doesn’t think much of it until Dan finds someone else to do it. Dan is surprised and amused at Phil’s reaction.
Staged Like An Open House - imnotinclinedtomaturity
Summary: Dan and Phil are relieved to have a night in a hotel after several nights on the bus. Phil is ready to relax in bed with his boyfriend, but Dan is determined to film first. The only problem is, they accidentally get a room with only one bed.
Swimming In The Moonlight - tobieallison
Summary: pool sex at the airbnb in Australia.
The only way we know how - secretlywritingstories
Summary: Dan and Phil had just done and filmed their II show at LA. It’s a cause for celebration and Dan and Phil only know one proper way to do that.
What Are You Proud Of? (ao3) - outphan
Summary: “Happy pride month, guys! Embrace all the colours of the rainbow!”
