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a small beast called hope

6.7k, rated T

“Do you like music in general?” Dan asks, and then immediately wants to kick himself. What kind of question even is that? Do you like music in general? Great job. Incredible job. Way to excel at a conversation with the hot cinema guy.

Or: Phil isn't a YouTuber and Dan isn't a fan. They still fall in love.

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of organic lemons and other things that hold meaning

Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher & Mandy Milkovich

Word count: 2.6k

Rating: T

Summary: She hasn’t asked how he’s been, not in so many words, since she arrived in town earlier today. She’s asked all sorts of small, inane questions, and she’s made all sorts of small, inane comments, always skirting just saying, I missed you, and, tell me more about yourself, and, what have you been up to in the past years?

Or: Mandy comes for a visit. Ian thinks about the life he and Mickey have built for themselves.

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spoiled

Dan Howell/Phil Lester

3.7k, rated E

Summary:

“You need the princess treatment today, huh?” Dan mocks, but his voice is amused and fond.

Or: sometimes it's Phil who wants attention. He decides to be annoying about it.

written for @queerphil as a (very delayed; I apologise) @phandomgives gift

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Mediterranean Bread for Beginners

Dan Howell/Phil Lester

1.8k

Rated G

Dan remembered how much he hated kneading dough as he started doing it. This was probably a great activity for people who had anger issues to work through, but Dan didn’t have anger issues; all he had were three am insomniac googling sessions as his beloved partner snored next to him as though he were trying to win a prize for loudest snore in Britain, and an overwhelming desire to prove himself useful, even when said partner had made no insinuations that Dan was not useful.

Or: Dan bakes bread and contemplates marriage.

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Writing meme: last 10 fanfics!

Rules: Post the first sentence(s) of your latest 10 fanfics, then tag 10 people

Got tagged by @phoenix-is-still-here to do this. <3 It’s been a while since I wrote DnP (all of these are from minimum last year, thanks to a concussion knocking me out of writing for this one, so none of these are new – it took me months to even get back to reading) and I also did a version for my full ao3 acc over on my main tumblr @deepdowninshipperhell – but I wanted to do the DnP version too, even if you guys probably know all these fics. :3 I’ll do the first paragraph instead of the first sentence for most of these!

I think most everyone has already done this, but in case anyone would like to do another round, please officially feel tagged and do feel free to tag me in your versions so I can check them out!

a small beast called hope

AU, T, 6.7k

Manchester is vast and new and terrifying. It was the first university to offer Dan a full ride, and seemed like the easiest way to get as far away from home as quickly as possible, at the time, and that still holds up: whatever else Manchester is, it’s not Wokingham.

spoiled

PWP, E, 3.7k

They don't tend to go out and meet new people very often; they're both homebodies, so outside of touring, the amount of new people they meet in a year can, typically, be counted on their fingers.

Mediterranean Bread For Beginners

Mixed Media, G, 1.8k

Easy Mediterranean Bread for Beginners

Ingredients

500g all-purpose flour

40g black olives (without pits)

300 ml water, room temperature

100g dried tomatoes in oil (the type with added herbs)

6 tbsp oil (from the dried tomatoes)

1 1/2 tbsp tomato paste

1 packet dry yeast (or 20g fresh yeast)

2 tbsp oregano (dried or fresh)

1 tbsp rosemary (dried or fresh)

1 tbsp thyme (dried or fresh)

Pinch of salt

Time needed: ~2 hours

terrace days

Emotional Hurt/Comfort, G, 1.8k

Dan wakes up with a dull headache.

The day is grey and rainy; probably, that is. It feels like a grey and rainy day, but he isn’t really certain, because he hasn’t looked out the window to verify this.

saturday tea

T, 1.3k

They’re still technically on the outskirts of an argument about – something ridiculous, something that isn’t even worth arguing over; an argument Dan mostly picked so Phil would talk back at him and maybe get a little mean about it – when Phil comes into the living room and announces, with all the aplomb of a bursting drain pipe, “My mum’s coming over this weekend.”

sk8ter girl

AU, T, 4k

“I should get her to teach me sometime,” Dani thinks dreamily, and only realises she’s accidentally said it out loud when PJ shoots her a Look. Capital L and everything.

medieval princess

PWP, E, 1.5k

Every once in a while, it’s like this.

Dan is sitting in the lounge, mindlessly scrolling twitter – with his private account, which doesn’t keep recommending him tweets about himself and Phil, thank fuck; it’s well curated, which means it’s mostly Formula 1 and anime mpreg. He’s a connoisseur, thank you very much – when Phil comes in, naked except for the WAD-hat on his messy hair and the glasses perched on his nose, absent-mindedly scratching at his stomach, blearily blinking at his phone, which he’s watching instead of where he’s setting his feet.

santa baby

PWP, E, 3.4k

“You can open your eyes… now,” Dan says, and Phil does as he’s told. His eyes widen, staring at Dan, and then he starts giggling uncontrollably at the same time as he goes beet-red, his entire face flushing.

clay dog

Proposal, T, 2k

Dan fucking loves Australia. Their plane touches down in Brisbane, and there’s a lightness to his step even as the heat of the Australian summer makes him sweat out of every single pore.

alpaca

Coming Out, T, 2.7k

They’re having fun with it until they aren’t, suddenly.

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saturday tea

Relationship: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

Rating: T

Word count: 1.3k

“It’s not really a big deal,” Phil says. “But it’s also okay that it is, for you.”

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sk8ter girl

Relationship: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

Rating: T

Word count: 4k

Summary:

“She can’t even keep herself on the board for longer than three minutes, what makes you think she could teach you?” PJ asks doubtfully. “She looks hot,” Dani says, and PJ cackles. “That’s not a qualification for teaching someone how to skateboard,” he tells Dani wisely. Or: skater Phil and emo girl Dan.

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ding dong beloved showvy!

Red!

I am Treat-ing you to a small 2009 Era Dan and Phil ficlet!

Dan stared at the ceiling. The room was dark: the only source of light the moonlight coming in through the windows. It was early in the morning, or late at night, depending on how you liked to classify the hours best used for sleeping, or letting the line between reality and dreams blur. Next to him, Phil was snoring.

That felt more unreal than anything else. Phil was close enough that Dan could feel his body heat, half-wrapped around Dan’s body. He was not a quiet sleeper. Dan didn’t really mind; Dan was not a quiet sleeper. When he managed to sleep, that was.

He couldn’t imagine sleeping now, squeezed into this tiny bed with Phil. With Phil, who, just hours earlier, had giggled into Dan’s shoulder, and listened to Dan’s silly stories as if they were the most interesting thing in the world, and giddily kissed him, more than once, and melted into every kiss Dan had initiated.

It was not Dan’s first time here, but it felt like the first, with how frayed his nerves were, and how much his stomach bubbled with a sort of impossible-feeling severe happiness, and he didn’t know what to do with any of it. He certainly didn’t know how to fall asleep.

Next to him, Phil let out another snore; and Dan looked at the ceiling, and felt scared and improbably hopeful all at once.