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lesbianphan · 6 months ago
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Love you through it all
Pairing: Phan
Tags: Fluff, slice of life, idiots in love, 2009!phan, fetus!phan, current phan, tour era, snippets
Words: 3.3k
Summary: A glimpse into Dan and Phil’s journey over the years, through dates/holidays and all the adventures they’ve embarked on together. Just some introspective fluff, featuring the many different stages of their relationship we’ve witnessed over the years
For the Phandom Summer Gift Exchange @phandomgiftexchange, gifted to @possumdnp <3
Thanks to the beta as usual Katie @femslashy love ya binch
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manchestereyes · 2 months ago
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i wanna be with you everywhere
summary: A month after meeting for the first time, Phil discovers Dan's neck thing.
rating: T
word count: 1366
tags: fluff, 2009 fic, yearning (if you squint)
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“Good god, Phil, I thought your mum was never going to let me go, back there,” Dan sighs as he flops onto Phil's bed. And oh
 the way he leans his head so casually against his arm should be illegal.
“I know!” Phil hops up next to him, curling himself into Dan's space with a wicked smile. It's a shock she couldn't tell how antsy her youngest son was. “As if she hadn't interrogated me enough about you when I said you were coming over.” He nudges one of Dan's legs with his socked foot, boxers straining against his skinny jeans. Inwardly, he forces his brain and body to calm down.
It’s been a month since they first met in person and every day, Phil is sure his feelings for Dan can’t grow any stronger. Their endless hug the last time Dan went home left him desperate to hop on the train with him and never let him go. Who gives a flying fuck about responsibilities when his favorite person in the world is hundreds of kilometers away? And some of those texts Dan’s been sending these past few weeks that signal his desire runs just as deep as Phil’s? Well, Phil’s heart may as well have flown to Wokingham with the way it’s been acting lately.
Looking back at Dan now, Phil finds his eyes have grown dark, the circles underneath becoming even more pronounced. Underneath the pain, though, a smile breaks through softer than Phil's yet seen from Dan. It's a sight so wonderful that Phil decides then and there that he'll do anything to bring that smile back.
“You know, you're so lucky to have a mum who genuinely cares about you. It’s just
 I hope you know that, Phil.” Dan reaches out to trace along his collarbone, and it’s all Phil can do not to melt into a puddle right there.
Of course he knows some of the struggles Dan’s had at home, only drawn out of him in the wee hours of their Skype calls, when the real world disappears for as long as they can stay awake. But to hear it from him in person is another thing entirely. It slams into Phil much like the train Dan just hopped off, to the point where he’s shocked his heart hasn’t spilled across the bed.
Still, even if it had, he’s sure Dan would cradle it in his gentle way.
“Oh, Dan,” Phil pouts, shivering a bit and inching closer as Dan’s finger grazes his Adam’s apple. “You know I hate that that’s your reality. I bet you if I told her, my mom would adopt you before you could ever escape from here.”
“Phil
” Dan’s giggle is as sweet as honey, his eyes twinkling like freshly fallen snow. His finger trails off and lands back on the bed, leaving Phil hungering after it. “You know that would make us
”
“Oh nooooo!” Phil covers his face and buries it in Dan’s chest, but he’s not actually embarrassed. He knew what he was saying. He just needed to see Dan’s face light up in the way that can power his darkest nights. They giggle together for a bit before Phil blinks a few times and tilts his head up


only to find Dan’s face mere centimeters away, a longing in his eyes to match Phil’s own. His breaths coming heavier and faster now, Phil braces Dan’s head between his hands and kisses him with everything he has.
It’s a kiss to make up for the thousands of minutes, hundreds of hours, and far too many days they’ve gone without seeing each other. It’s a kiss to show Dan how wanted, how needed he is. It’s a kiss Phil hopes can communicate even a fraction of the staggering feelings he has for Dan.
And god, the way Dan kisses back is enough to send Phil writhing against him, to the point where just Dan’s lips aren’t enough for him. So he trails his lips over to Dan’s cheek, savoring every drop of him, his desire only growing as he kisses his way down Dan’s jaw and onto his neck. And then

Oh. The gasp Dan lets out is so earth shattering Phil almost doesn’t notice the hardness pressing into his leg. It fills him with a confidence he’s only recently discovered around Dan– and a tightening in his own pants. Maybe that’s what causes him to pull away long enough to find Dan looking well fucked, despite the fact that they’re both fully clothed.
With a giddy smirk, Phil breathes, “Is that good?” The husky tone to his voice isn’t new to him or Dan. Still, the way Dan bites his lip at that shouldn’t be allowed. Fuck.
“Is that
 fuck, what do you think, Phil?” A flush has risen now into Dan’s entire face and it delights Phil to no end. It also sets off a lightbulb deep in the Dan-sized pocket of his brain.
“Wait a second. Wait..” Phil’s giggling so much he can barely get the words out. “Is that
 is that why you slapped my hand away when I brushed your neck that first day? Do you have,” Phil’s voice drops to a whisper, “a sensitive neck, Dan?”
“I mean
 maybe?”
“Maybe?” Phil yelps back, then slaps his hands over his mouth. Shit, he almost forgot his parents are still here! What if they hear him and have to find out the hard way that their youngest boy isn’t ever going to grow into the man they hoped he would be? What if– 
Oh fuck. They’re definitely going to hear the scream laugh that Dan lets out then. 
“Dan! My parents are right downstairs!” Phil hisses. And yet, there’s a part of him that’s so happy Dan is finally here and back in his bed and all over him that he can’t help laughing too. Dan only laughs harder at that until both he and Phil are gasping for air, tears rushing down their cheeks, and Phil is sure he’s never felt happier. It’s fizzing up in him to the point where he has to smack his hands against Dan to let his amusement out somehow.
“You have a sensitive neck! Dan Howell, I never would have expected!” The realization sends another shock of joy through him. After nearly six months of knowing him and one month of closing the distance between them, this may be his favorite thing he’s found out about Dan. 
Well, that and the way he scrunches his face up at Phil’s words. “It’s not that sensitive! Just
” He shakes his head in a way that tells Phil he knows he’s lost, but he doesn’t care. Not here. Not when he’s with Phil.
“You have a sensitive neeeck! You have a sensitive neeeck!” Phil singsongs, though he’s not sure why. There’s just some part of him that needs to tease Dan about this. It’s as cute as his obsessions with Muse and Final Fantasy
 and maybe with Phil himself?
“Shut your goddamn mouth,” Dan mutters. But the way he presses his lips again to Phil’s tells him he doesn’t mind at all. In fact, Phil’s quite sure he loves it.
So Phil continues to trace his lips all down Dan’s neck and collarbone, delighting in his new discovery with every gasp that escapes Dan’s lips. And then it hits him.
There’s no way being with Dan can be wrong when it feels this good. Phil’s alright! No, he’s better than alright– he’s free. Freer than he ever felt with any of his failed uni hookups, or even the brief will they-won’t they relationships he’s found himself in.
The realization stitches up a dark corner of his heart. Phil only hopes that with time, he and Dan can work to stitch up the (as far as Phil can tell) much larger corner of Dan’s heart.
Though he’s pretty sure the flashes of pure joy he’s seen today have already begun to work their wonders. He just hopes these feelings can continue to grow for a long time to come.
But by the way things are going, Phil is quite sure he has no reason to worry.
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phanfictioncatalogue · 30 days ago
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Short And Sweet (3) Masterlist
part one, part two
a bit ridiculous (ao3) - manchesterau
Summary: And it would all feel a bit ridiculous if Dan wasn’t so madly in love.
a bite, a bruise (ao3) - phansong
Summary: Warning for TIT Spoilers!
at first blush this is fate (ao3) - alittlestarsick
Summary: 2009 Dan and Phil have a cute winter moment in the snow before Dan has to go back home from his visit to Phil
Bear Mask (ao3) - VendettaWound
Summary: While Dan does think Phil's Freddy Fazbear costume is ridiculous, he also finds it very endearing.
Blonde hair and broken lamps. (ao3) - TheWolfWithinMe
Summary: If you've watched the mukbang, you'll know where this is going.
Falling for you (ao3) - dnpangels
Summary: Dan and Phil are cuddling in Phil's tour bus bunk. When Dan slips and falls out of the bunk, he wakes up the entire tour crew. Fluff and teasing from the crew ensues.
First Day Jitters (ao3) - dprkives
Summary: Dan comforts a nervous Phil about meeting his audience again after 6 years.
Flying home to you (ao3) - harrysbabyboo
Summary: I just found out Dan flew back from the Australian leg of his ‘we’re all doomed’ tour for Phil’s birthday and I am DEVASTATED.
french toast, again (ao3) - buskingalbatross
Summary: Dan's ice cream shop dream, sort of. Not really.
guardians of a rare thing (ao3) - Mildredo
Summary: the morning after the antwerp show.
Hoodie Weather (ao3) - dat_carovieh
Summary: Dan loves wearing Phil's clothes
“I’ll take that bet.” (ao3) - yikesola
Summary: “You tweeted the kids?” Dan laughs, entering the lounge and holding his phone.
“I couldn’t help it!” Phil rolls his eyes. “You found a new Phil.”
A ficlet about hands and jealousies.
If we were two sunflowers, I would have faced you instead of the sun (ao3) - twinphantasy
Summary: It didn’t really matter where they were or what they were looking at because Dan would always be looking at Phil.
Last Week on the Sims (ao3) - antiadvil
Summary: In which Dan and Phil get married, post vague wedding photos on Instagram, disappear for a week, and only address it in the first two minutes of a Sims video.
Like Dreaming of Angels (ao3) - steddieornot
Summary: While he firmly believed everyone deserved love, in some shape or form, this was something else. The love he and Phil shared was otherworldly, impossible to contain. It was more than romantic in every feasible way. And somehow, fate had bestowed it upon him, just a guy from a small town in Reading. And deep down, he knew that even if fate rewrote his path, he would still have found Phil every time.
Loving His Ear (ao3) - Kim_Aurora_135
Summary: Appreciation literature.
(not) sponsored by funyuns (ao3) - Mildredo
Summary: “Go to bed,” Dan says. “We can have midnight snacks tomorrow.”
“You’re a midnight snack,” Phil mumbles, then turns his head a little and presses his teeth against Dan’s pyjama bottoms to illustrate his point.
pizza & packing (ao3) - blossomsphan
Summary: dan and phil eat pizza and pack for their trip. they might love each other a little bit
Pounce (ao3) - Kim_Aurora_135
Summary: Dan and Phil met online. This is a fiction of the first in-person meeting.
remote crisis manager (ao3) - danhoweiis
Summary: it's 4am in auckland the day before dan's show and dan is having a crisis
remote crisis manager (part 2) (ao3) - danhoweiis
Summary: it's 4am in england and phil gets a call from dan who is having a crisis whilst in auckland before his show
Stinky Baby (ao3) - easybubbyy
Summary: Phil can be a bit bossy sometimes... (especially in the mornings). Dan doesn't mind one bit.
True Blue (ao3) - OnePoundJasmines
Summary: An ode to love and understanding (and also iced lattes)
you rocked my world and never left it (ao3) - jonsaremembers
Summary: some sights, smells and sounds in Turkey, and the feelings that follow
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femmmie · 13 days ago
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Dan panics when Phil isn't at home.
I wrote this for @caff3inated-art for the @phandomgiftexchange. I hope you liked this!! It got a bit angstier than I intended but there is also lots of fluff <3
Dan squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. It was way too bright, but he'd switched the damn light on himself. He groaned. Or was it more like a whine, uttered by a grown man but not sounding like it. The fifteen hours of Rebirth had done a number on his neck, back, "my pussy and my crack" he started to mumblesing a bit, squinting now. Slowly, Dan came back to life, "back to reality, back to the here and now". He made some more old man, or old twink noises and stretched.
"Phil?"
He didn't hear a reply. A sudden ball of stress formed in his chest.
"PHIL?"
He opened the door of the gaming room. More, unwelcome light flooded in. Dan waded through the sea of aggressive colors and sharpness and the illumination of it all. Where was his Phil...
He checked every room in the Phouse, he checked around the outside. He went to grab his phone, but his pockets were empty.
"Just my luck..."
He headed back to the gaming room, upended all cushions on the couch, found a couple of controllers but not his phone. He was breaking out in cold sweat.
"Where the FUCK is-", he put his hand on a side pocket of his baggy pants and felt the contours of his little doomscrolling device. He heaved a sigh and unlocked the wicked thing.
Dan: where are you?
Phil: getting Indian for after your sesh
Dan let out an enormous sigh. Still he felt winded. And weak in the knees, so he sat down where he'd been creasing the last majority of the day.
Dan: I was having a heart attack
Phil: did you defeat the heart
Dan: no I lost
Phil: Lost
Dan: Sawyer
Phil: sawyer looking at dat ass
Dan: bass
Dan put down his phone. He started to cry. He would never get used to these nervous breakdowns. He'd always had them, but now that his life was giving him so much grace and things were looking up, a deep fear had taken hold of poor old Dan.
"What if..." He would never allow himself to finish the sentence, but his body felt the dread nonetheless. As long as Phil was near, things were mostly okay. But still not quite. Falling off the stage on tour, almost bleeding to death in front of Dan at the hospital and Phil's mysterious vertigo didn't help, though.
Phil was SO dear to Dan. He knew it was too much, and yet, he couldn't help it at all. It physically hurts to love someone that much, especially if you are full of worry about them or are away from them even for a little bit.
Dan tried to distract himself by thinking about how hot Cloud looked on the PS5 but the highly poly face morphed into that Cumberbatchian beauty, deathly pale and real in all its glory, Phil's face. Phil's face.
Dan thought about wiping his tears but he couldn't move just yet. He closed his eyes, gently now.
"Phil is fine."
A deep breath.
"I am fine."
Another breath.
"We're so, fine..."
Dan heard the door. Finally, his body relaxed, and he opened his eyes. He felt exhausted and lay down, the lamp no longer bothering him. He stared right at it.
"Hey," Phil peaked around the corner. He recognized the situation immediately. "Can I sit?"
"Yeah." Dan beckoned him.
Phil gracefully strode across the room in seemingly one step and sat down. His phlonde hair immaculate, his cheeks rosy from the cold outside. His dumb lopsided smile stirring a primal need inside Dan to lock lips with this angelic creature that he loved and hated and loved.
"You okay?"
"Am now."
Phil's smile intensified. "That's good. Sorry I left without telling you, I presumed you were still at it."
"You presumed right, but all of a sudden I could just feel that you weren't there and..." Dan stared into the distance. He sighed.
Phil grabbed Dan's calf and squeezed in reassuringly. But Dan was incredibly ticklish so he reflexively and accidentally kicked Phil in his side.
"OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY" Dan sat up, horrified.
"It's okay," Phil croaked, visibly in pain.
"No, it's not okay, damn, why am I such an idiot?! Like you don't get hurt enough already?"
"What are you talking about?" Phil grinned a bit, still wincing.
"Phil, I... Jesus, come here, I'll rub the spot for you..." Dan put his large hands around Phil's small waist, examining the damage. Phil blushed a bit.
"Phil, I can't- it's like... I don't like seeing you get hurt. In any way. I hate it, even. And here I am, kicking you like some bloodthirsty maniac..."
Phil laughed but winced again.
"Bloodthirsty eh? I don't mind vampire role-play, you know that." Phil winked his stupid perfect dorky wink. It filled Dan with rage and adoration.
"Oh my god, Phil. I'm trying to be serious here..."
"Sorry." Phil put his arm around Dan. "I thought I'd distract you. You were in your mood."
"You did, and I was very much distracted," Dan snorted and leaned against Phil, burrowing his face in those icy colored locks. "Thank you."
Phil wiped Dan's adorable snout. "There. Wanna help me cook?"
"I mean," Dan was back on his bullshit, "I can't not help you because you're a very intelligent man but you have the motor skills of a toddler, and you'd set the kitchen on fire again."
"It wasn't on fire on fire," Phil protested, starting to laugh.
Dan got up but he had to sit back down.
"Ugh, I'm still feeling faint. Let's try that again. Could you- could you assist me?"
Phil gently helped Dan up and guided him to the kitchen, where he sat him down on a stool. He got him a cup of coffee for good measure, because caffeine strangely always seemed to calm Dan down.
Phil hated seeing Dan like this, though. He tried to remind himself that they'd come so far already. It had been so much worse in the past. All the nights he'd talked Dan back from wherever his panicking, tortured mind was driving him.
And the times when Dan shut down. Those were the worst. The emptiness in his stare had been incredibly scary for Phil. Because that wasn't how he knew his Dan.
"Want a cookie with that?"
"Yois."
"Hurr."
"Phunx. You're the best, Phil."
Phil's infatuation with the extremely pretty boy had made place for true love when he learned about Dan's deep, fiery emotions. There was so much more to him than his soft skin and sharp tongue. Dan cared about the world, about people and most of all, and wondrously, about Phil. And he cared fiercely and forcefully and uncontrollably. It was such a magnificent feeling to be on the receiving end of that love, Phil had never known anything like it. Dan didn’t only always have his back, he was his loudest cheerleader with anything Phil ever did. What had Phil done to deserve a love like this? The least he could do in return was to support Dan when he had an episode.
At least, now, they could talk about it.
"How do you feel?"
Dan attempted a brave smirk. "Hmpf, still faint but better. I don't think I'll be much help with cooking, though."
Phil put his hand on Dan's. "You can keep me company then."
Dan smiled weakly but sincerely.
Dan was so beautiful. Maybe more beautiful than before. His laugh lines were Phil's proudest achievements. His eternal bedroom eyes stoking a fire within Phil.
Phil was cooking, Dan doomscrolling and they listened to the FF soundtrack.
"This is nice."
Dan looked up. His posture was terrible but his smile was wide again.
"I'm back."
"Oh Dan!" Phil walked around the counter and gave Dan a big hug. Dan kissed him.
"I love you so much," he whispered in between kisses. "How are you this fucking beautiful, Dan? It's almost unfair." Dan knew he wasn't just talking about his looks. They both blushed.
"Phil, you're everything. The sun, the moon, my angel, my vampire. I am holding you, yet I want you closer. Closer, Phil.
And Phil held his Dan closer.
"Phil?"
"Yes?"
"Promise me something?"
"Of course, anything."
"Would you humor me... and never, ever die?"
Phil loosened the hug so he could look Dan in the eye.
"What's this about?"
"I always worry about you, Phil. And, if you'd promise me... maybe, I'd be less stressed?"
Tears formed in Phil's eyes.
"Dan, of course I promise. I have no plans of dying any time soon."
"You should never die." Dan said defiantly with just enough humor to reassure Phil this was in good fun, but the serious undertone was noted.
Phil recollected himself. "We could add cushions around the tour stage so when I fall off again it won't hurt."
"I love how you just admitted it will definitely happen again," Dan chuckled. He nuzzled Phil and they looked in each other's eyes. The kissed some more.
"Or I can wear a mech suit?"
"Is it bad that I really like your suggestions?"
"It isn't. You caring this much about me makes me want to be the most careful I can be."
"That means a lot."
Dan got up, his legs supporting him again. He took Phil's hand and walked them towards the bedroom.
"I'm going to show you just how much I care, Phil."
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gaydreaming-ao3 · 10 days ago
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Workaholic corporate lawyer Dan Howell is drowning in the details of a case that's particularly hard to rationalize when his grandmother invites him to spend Christmas with her in the picturesque suburban town of Rawtenstall. While begrudgingly visiting, Dan stumbles into a laidback farmhand who catches his eye and his heart.
Also, he discovers the meaning of Christmas. As one does.
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12k, complete, locked in on this one fam
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bbcradio1phil · 6 months ago
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2010 dan and phil flipping pancakes- my favorite
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lesbiandanhowell · 11 months ago
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You and I, We don't wanna be like them
pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester
rating: general audience
warnings: no ao3 warnings apply 
tags: (2009 era) fluff
word count: 2.5k
summary: Despite both being exhausted they continued whispered conversations, feeling brave in the safety of the darkness and emboldened by their quiet confessions they fell asleep in each other's arms. Phil blissfully unaware and at ease with Dan that he didn’t even think about needing Mister Rabbit to fall asleep.
OR
Phil tries to appear cool when Dan comes to visit him for the first time, but struggles to fall asleep without his favourite plushie. When he admits to his secret, Dan answers with a confession of his own that inspires Phil’s first christmas gift to Dan.
note: this one is a personal favourite so y'all better not let this flop!
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achromatic-sky · 9 days ago
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a Blackpool one shot, or when a plushie makes a weekend doomed by the circumstances all better.
inspired by that one-liner from the AmazingDan react - because sometimes a little roomba recycling is all it takes to create magic ✹
archiveofourown.org/works/61865803
Happy new year <3
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amid-fandoms · 6 months ago
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I love that you interpreted the latest vid’s energy as fond I was thinking they are crawling out of their skin antsy because Phil’s ass is taking a while to heal
LMAO i mean. these are not two mutually exclusive states to be in đŸ€·â€â™€ïž less sexy times means more time to be giggly and cute and revive some of that softer intimacy that they don’t show as often as their explicit (and unwanted) oversharing
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gremlinshatephilosophers · 2 months ago
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Part 3 of dead wife movie montage series in the tiny horse cinematic universe, this time we’ve made it to November!
Perfect like a picture, even when they look through the grains
Rating: G
Words: 1,335
Summary: Dan and Phil having a cozy night in with red wine, taking photos for a holiday card and taking videos for each other.
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For context, this can be read as a standalone like the others, and takes place eleven months after Till Death Do Us Part and a little more than two years after Love, September
(And for anyone who's here for the original premise, I promise this is the last fluffy little standalone segment, we will get to the dead wife montage tomorrow!)
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cozyfoxy · 10 months ago
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Come Over
Summary: Dan and Phil's relationship is blossoming, but Dan is terrified to let Phil into his home, so he keeps pushing him away. He however, slowly learns that Phil is someone who could make his house into a home. Based loosely on "Come Over" By Noah Kahan.
Warnings: None, slight angst but nothing bad, pure fluff
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Dan zipped up his backpack with a quiet sigh, setting it beside the door of Phil’s bedroom. It was his last night of staying with Phil and his family for the third time in three months; and he didn’t want it to end. He loved being able to go outside at night, laying in the grass and watching the stars. He loved that the Lesters had just accepted him as their own, like he had always been around. He loved even more, that being with Phil truly felt like home. 
Phil walked into the bedroom, brushing his teeth with foam dripping down his chin. He tried to say something to Dan, causing more foam to spill from his mouth and onto the green carpet beneath him. The brunette couldn’t help but laugh at his best friend, handing him a tissue quickly. 
“Maybe go finish brushing your teeth before you speak Philly.” Dan teased, shaking his head as Phil darted back into the bathroom. 
A couple of minutes later, Phil walked back into the room with a shy smile, “I was trying to say that I don’t want you to leave.” he explained, sitting next to Dan on the bed.
The younger of the two smiled sadly and leaned his head against Phil’s shoulder, “and I don't want to leave, but I have to. Hopefully it won't be long before I come back. I’ll have enough money for tickets saved up again soon.” he hummed, thinking about his savings. 
“Perhaps I can come to yours this time!” Phil suggested with a smile, “I wanna meet your family and see your town.” 
Dan felt a nervous tremor run down his spine, making him feel hollow and cold, “um
 yeah but I really like coming to yours. Besides I don't want you spending money on tickets, I know you’re saving to get a flat.”  
Phil raised his eyebrows at Dan, moving to wrap his arm around the younger’s shoulders, “I have plenty of money saved, and Youtube is taking off. I’m actually making money from it now. I don’t mind paying to come see you Dan.”
Despite his anxiety, Dan felt himself melt against Phil in relaxation. It was their last night together for awhile, he couldn’t bring himself to ruin it with his fruitless arguments. Instead of arguing, Dan closed his eyes and nodded against Phil’s shoulder; feeling the other's arm wrap gently around his midsection.
“Let’s get some rest, yeah? It’s already midnight and I know you hate sleeping on the train home.” Phil hummed, guiding Dan into the bed and under the warm duvet.
Dan quickly forgot his previous worries, instead staring into Phil’s ocean blue eyes with a smile, “I can’t believe I’m in bed with the AmazingPhil! Younger me would never believe that you even replied to my comments.” he teased, kissing Phil’s cheek. 
Phil rolled his eyes fondly, “well you were very insistent
 and cute. Of course I had to talk to you. It helps that you actually like a lot of the same things as me. And that you’re cute
 wait I already said that.” He laughed, sticking his tongue out slightly from the right side of his mouth.
Dan  groaned and hid his face, feeling his cheeks heat beneath his own hands. He would never get used to Phil calling him cute, or beautiful, or anything really. He couldn’t believe that someone as perfect as Phil could see him in ways that he could never see himself. 
“I am not cute Phil,” Dan argued weakly, making a pouty face before burying his face into Phil’s pale chest, taking a deep breath. He smelled like strawberries. 
Phil laughed, making Dan’s head vibrate slightly with the movement, “you can’t argue that you’re not cute and then cuddle me!” He argued, pulling Dan closer and running meaningless patterns over the tanned man’s back, “try and sleep baby. Sweet dreams.” 
Dan’s breathing quickly evened out with Phil holding him close. Sleeping beside Phil was always easy; sleep would always claim him before he knew it. He would always feel safe, comfortable and overall; warm. Phil was like his own personal ball of sunshine. 
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The next morning seemed to fly by in a complete blur. It was filled with goodbyes, “see you soons” and lots of hugs. Dan felt very loved by the entirety of the Lester family, but the hugs still surprised him a bit. What surprised him the most however, was when he was just about to leave them to board the train. 
“Danny! Wait a second.” Phil had called, causing Dan to pause and turn around. 
Phil ran and stopped in front of Dan, slowly tilting the younger’s chin up with shaky finger tips and staring into his eyes. Soon, their lips were touching and Dan fought back tears. They were kissing. Actually kissing. Dan felt a slow warmth fill his body, starting from his lips and trailing down to his tummy. It was as if Phil’s shining light filled him. 
All too soon, Phil pulled back and rested his forehead against Dan’s, his cheeks covered with a blotchy redness, “Text me when you get home, okay?” he whispered to Dan before moving back so Dan could at last board. 
Dan clambered into the train, the tears from earlier finally filling his eyes, but a shy smile still on his face. He could still feel the gentle caress of Phil’s lips on his and the warmth still filled him. The tears ran down his face freely as he hid in his own bubble; the world feeling brand new around him.
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Dan walked up to his house slowly, sighing as he stared up at it. The front two windows always looked like they were sad, always drooping a bit. The paneling was worn and falling apart in some places. It had always seemed like the house was giving up on him, as Dan had given up on it. He shook his head as a wave of cold wind wrapped around him; a welcome from the sad house in front of him. 
He walked in the door, still feeling the cold. The heating was probably broken again; he could easily see his breath inside the kitchen where he stood. He knew both of his parents were at work right now, and wouldn’t be home until later. He was grateful for that fact as he climbed the stairs, carefully avoiding the broken stair that he had shoved his foot through more than once. He glared at the cobwebs that covered the corners of the hallway where he stood and opened his bedroom door to set his bag down.
The brunette turned from his room and walked to the bathroom to wash his face before taking a nap; but when he tried to turn the water on, nothing happened. The pipes had frozen again. He groaned and turned to leave, accidentally stepping on a soft spot in the flooring and hearing a crack. Dan gasped and quickly moved his foot, glaring at the new hole in the floor. 
He quickly retreated to the safety of his room, already feeling drained from the house around him. It always reminded him just how broken he was, how he was constantly right at the verge of falling apart. He could never protect anyone; never even keep himself together. His mind was constantly filled with cobwebs, reminders of who he could have been; who he should be. He felt empty and broken. 
Dan used to fantasize about his family suddenly becoming wealthy. One day, they wouldn’t have to live without heating ever again. One day, we wouldn’t have to see his parents panicking when they didn’t know how to feed him for the week. One day, they would be the big house on the block. However, with age came clarity and reality replaced his useless dreams. He was never getting out, his parents were never getting out. Like the house that he had always called home; he would never be somebody that people wanted. 
A few hours later, Dan was standing in the kitchen, making a big pot of soup for his mum and dad when they got home. He was still angry, still felt let down by the state of his life, but he could never hold that against his family. They were his everything; the reason that he knew strength, bravery and of course; love. The cold and broken house held a lot of love. 
“Oh Daniel you’re home! I’ve missed you,” his mum smiled, pulling him into a hug, “the heating is broken, but your dad can make a fire.” she trailed off, looking into the lounge to see Dan had already made a fire, “oh dear, thank you so much. You didn’t have to do that, you definitely didn’t need to make dinner. But it smells delicious.” 
Dan smiled in spite of himself and shrugged, “I knew you would be tired, and I felt bad for leaving for a week.” he hummed, stirring the soup.
His mum walked to the lounge, warming herself by the fire, “you don’t need to feel bad dear. I’m glad that you’re able to go see your friend. I would love to meet him one day.” she smiled, rubbing her hands together.
Dan bit his lip and nodded, “I would like that too. You and dad will love him, he’s really smart and creative. He has the stupidest sense of humor though. But it’s a little endearing. His family is really nice too, you and Kath would be best friends.” he ranted, feeling his cheeks heat up at his words. 
“He does sound like a good lad, maybe one day he could come over here.” she suggested, making Dan tense. 
“Yeah, he's just busy with work and such. I’ll ask him about it soon, okay mum?” he offered, draping a thick blanket around his mum’s shoulders while she nodded.
Not too much later, he was sitting on the lounge floor with his parents, watching an old movie on the TV that he wasn’t really paying attention to; instead he was in his mind. He really didn’t want Phil to see his state of living. He didn’t want to be judged by someone he truly cared about. The kids at school would always mock him for where he lived, as if he could help it. They didn’t even know how bad it really was at times; how could he possibly let Phil in?
 ~
Almost two months had passed since Dan had visited Phil, and he missed him terribly. They still talked everyday, but it just wasn’t the same. Dan really wanted to buy a train ticket and go visit the Lesters; but he couldn’t afford it. He was working extra hours at a local grocery store, making more money than ever before, but he was choosing to give it to his parents, so that they could get things around the house taken care of. They had already had the heating fixed, so no more frozen pipes. Things were slowly getting better around the house, and Dan was thankful; but he missed Phil.
Phil was still suggesting that he could come over, but Dan just couldn’t bring himself to agree. He was still too embarrassed to let someone as important as Phil see the decrepit state of his home.  He was crying himself to sleep, missing his best friend. But the wait would be only temporary, and he knew that. He just couldn’t stand the idea of Phil realizing that Dan wasn’t good enough. Daniel Howell wasn’t someone that people would want.
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It was a cold day when Dan’s father got hurt on the job. He had fallen from a ladder and hit his head; he was in a medically induced coma so that he could heal. Dan was terrified as he sat in the hospital room, talking to his dad quietly while his mum was at work. 
“Please be okay Dad. I don’t know what I would do without you. Or what mum would do without you. We love you, please don’t leave us.” Dan whispered, squeezing his dad’s hand.
Dan’s heart felt heavy and he felt sick. He couldn’t tell if it was worry, or the fact that he hadn’t eaten in well over twenty four hours. He couldn’t bring himself to eat when there was so much going on. His brown eyes filled with tears as he looked down at his dad. Someone he had looked up to his entire life, the strongest man he knew; was now broken like their home. 
Without thinking about it too hard, Dan took out his cellphone and pressed the call button, thankful when Phil picked up on the second ring, “hey Dan, are you alright? How is your dad?” the older asked him, making Dan shake his head.
“Come over,” Dan whispered while more tears filled his eyes and trailed down his cheeks. That was all he had needed to say.
~
Hours later, Phil stood in Dan’s room, watching the brunette pace the room anxiously as he tried to think of what he wanted to say. Dan’s family had gotten good news, his father would make a full recovery, but it would take time and a lot of rest. Time was something that the Howell’s never seemed to have enough of. Not when work brought in money, and lack of money meant lack of food or utilities or anything they would need. 
“I’m sorry Phil. I don’t know why I made you come here. I’m sorry about the cobwebs and the broken stair and everything. I hate that you have to see my house, it’s nothing special. It's falling apart and hell I don't remember when it didn’t look like this. We just don’t have much but-” Dan was interrupted by Phil’s lips on his, and he felt his body slowly relax.
When Phil pulled away, he whispered “Dan, don’t apologize. I have wanted to come over for such a long time. I feel like I can finally know the entirety of who you are. And I love you all the same; cobwebs and broken bits don’t matter. What matters is who you live with.” Phil smiled shyly, cupping Dan’s cheek.
Dan sniffed as tears trailed down his cheeks, “you
 you love me?” he asked, staring at Phil in awe. 
Phil hummed and nodded, pulling Dan into a tight hug, “Yes I do. And I want to help you and your family. My parents want to help too; they love you like their own Dan.” he whispered into Dan’s hair.
“I
 I love you too Phil. I’m sorry for pushing you away for so long. I was just afraid you would see everything and realize that you didn’t want to waste your time with a fixer upper like me.” Dan explained, hiccuping against Phil’s neck while he cried.
Phil felt his own eyes fill with tears, and he quickly wiped them away, “You’re not a fixer upper, and I want you to be safe and happy. I want to give that to you more than anything. My parents want to come up here to help, we can help Dan. We want you and your family to be happy and safe. Please let us.” he whispered.
Dan paused, his mind struggling to take everything in. Phil loved him. The Lesters wanted to help the Howells. Phil was asking Dan’s permission to help. He was letting Dan make the decision. Without thinking too much harder, Dan nodded, “yes. You guys can help us.” 
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The next month was filled with a lot of changes. The first big change was a kitchen filled with food; the entire pantry was full for the first time ever. That was the first time Dan had seen his mum cry. The second big change seemed to happen overnight; it was in Dan’s parents. They seemed to be more at ease, smiling bigger and laughing louder. Dan had never seen them hug as much as they had been lately. The third biggest change was of course; the house. The cobwebs were now gone, and a small part of Dan missed them. They were familiar to him, but he knew holding onto that stress wasn’t good for him.
The stairs had been replaced, but Dan still caught himself avoiding the broken step that was no longer there. Most of the floor had been successfully replaced and the walls were in the process of being reinsulated. Phil’s youtube career was really taking off, with Dan right beside him. They were even getting offers from big companies, money seemed to be flowing in like Dan had never seen before.
“Phil, when are you going to get your flat?” Dan asked suddenly over the phone as he walked home from his grocery store shift. Spring was beginning to make the world around him more colorful again, the fresh scent of flowers lingered in the air.
“Actually Dan
 I used most of my savings to help with your house. So it’s going to be a little longer than I had planned. But don’t get upset! I’m perfectly okay with waiting a bit longer.” Phil had explained a bit nervously, not sure how Dan would react.
Dan felt his heart sink a bit at that, but a part of him had expected that, “I’m not upset. I just feel a little bad, you were so excited to be on your own, with your own rules. And I was excited to visit you constantly.” He teased Phil happily, looking up at the blue sky above him.
Phil laughed at Dan quietly before stopping and becoming serious, “well, it’s going to be about six months before I actually move out now. But when I do, I don’t want you to visit. I want you
 well I want you to live with me.” he whispered sheepishly. 
Dan knew that his mouth was hanging open, and he closed it a couple of times before opening it again, “that sounds amazing Phil. I would love to create a home with you.”
“Did you just make an Amazingphil pun?” Phil laughed, shoulders relaxing at Dan’s reaction. “We can start looking at flats soon! When do you wanna start?” he asked excitedly. 
The brunette hummed as he walked closer to his family home, smiling at the house. It was still a bit broken and worn, but it was lovely and safe; filled with memories of change and love. It was truly a beautiful home. Dan pushed the door open and stepped inside, kicking his shoes off before whispering, “why not now love? Come over.” 
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farfetchdquest · 6 days ago
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paint the town blue (1.7k)
Rating: G
Relationship: Dan Howell/Phil Lester
Summary:
Feeling burnt out from tour planning, Dan and Phil make an impromptu trip to Brighton.
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manchestereyes · 13 days ago
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it is you
summary: @/danisnotonfire: I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone D:
When Dan gets permission to spend a week with Phil in December, he has a stunning realisation.
rating: T
word count: 2.1k
tags: 2009, fluff, light angst, skype, falling in love
notes: written for the 2024 @phandomgiftexchange for @someone-stole-all-my-fruit! I hope you're having a wonderful holiday season! <3 2009 phan is always such a joy to write, so thank you so much for this lovely prompt!
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@/danisnotonfire: I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone D:
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It’s not fair .
It’s so incredibly unfair, Dan thinks, that he should have to suffer this much when he’s already dealt with so much bullshit in his life. Why can’t Phil be right here? Or better yet, why can’t he be with Phil, far away in Manchester where reality can’t touch him?
Well. He knows the answer to that second question. But knowing doesn’t help the situation at all. Maybe that’s why his heart squeezes again when he glances back at the selfie Phil’s just sent him. Really, those puppy eyes should be illegal. It’s sure as hell making Dan want to do something that could land him in prison anyway

His eyes flick back to the text he just sent, heart squeezing all over again at the insanity of it all. He should be happy he (barely) got permission to stay at Phil’s for a whole week, right? His mum’s breezy “Yeah, go ahead” shouldn’t be affecting him this much. It’s just how she is. Dan should know this after eighteen God-awful years.
And yet. And yet. After meeting Phil’s mum and dad last weekend, Dan can’t help but feel that old cavernous hole rip open anew. How come Phil got the perfect family and Dan ended up with his sorry excuse for a mum and dad who barely noticed if he was there or not? Sure, Phil’s regaled his own problems, how he doesn’t feel like he could ever come out to them, but Dan would still take a cordless hammer drill over the shouting that fills his sleepless nights. At least Phil’s parents actually like each other.
More than that, they like Phil. Dan knows he wasn’t planned, that he had thrown a baby-sized wrench into their world travel dreams. He can’t count how many times his dad had hurled those words at him when Dan fucked something up in the way only he can. 
Dan can’t remember the last time they looked at him with pride in their eyes. Meanwhile, Phil’s mum had greeted him with a hug that told Dan immediately where Phil had gotten his irresistible cuddle skills from.
His phone buzzes again then, a beam of light through his dark thoughts.
Phil: A week!!! I know it wasn’t the reaction u wanted but Dan we get a whole damn week together!
Ok, yeah. That was a pretty big thing to look forward to. Even if it still blows Dan’s mind that Phil wants to see him. Maybe that’s what pushes him to reply, despite the overwhelming pain weighing him down.
Dan: ur not gonna get tired of me before the end of it?
(He’s not being pathetic, he swears. It’s just all he can think about right now.)
Phil: Dan!!! Don’t ever say that plz. I could never get tired of u <3
And there it is. Seven little words, one emoticon. And somehow it means more to Dan than he could ever express. A smile crawls up his face before he can bite it back. (Not that he wants to.)
Dan: <3 thank u phil. i think i needed to hear that tonight
Dan sends the text before he can think twice about it. If these last few weeks are anything to go by, he shouldn’t have anything to worry about. Yet there’s still a voice screaming at him that it’s too much, that Phil doesn’t actually want to hear about all of Dan’s issues, that he’s just like his schoolmates

Phil: Then I’ll say it a million times as much as u need. U really are the coolest person I’ve ever known. I can’t believe u wanna be with me tbh
Dan: rly? ur not just saying that?
Phil: Really honestly and truly. You’ve gone to reading festival when I still get stressed at youtube gatherings. You were a world of warcraft kid when I could barely tell my friends I liked buffy. I wish I had even a bit of ur confidence some days :3
Dan: rly? but u were in faintheart and the weakest link and you’ve been on youtube for years when i was almost too terrified to post my first video
Phil: So was I! But that’s the thing, Dan. I did those things scared shitless and they haven’t gotten any easier. I think u know by now that internet Phil and real Phil are entirely different people, yeah?
Dan: hmmmm ok. hey speaking of real phil can we continue this on skype?
No sooner had Dan sent the message than his laptop bleated with the old familiar ringtone. Like a figment from his wildest dreams, Phil’s pixelated face fills his screen in seconds, his positively giddy smile sparking a matching grin of Dan’s own.
“Really Dan, I can’t believe we get to have a whole week together!!” Phil claps his hands and his frame grows blurry for a few seconds. Dan can only guess he’s bouncing on his bed and his eyes squeeze shut at the adorableness of it all.
Yet a hint of that darkness still lingers, drawing bars across Dan’s heart. “I’m just glad to get away from here for a while,” he sighs. Then, hoping to erase the pout that appears on Phil’s face, he adds, “And to see you, obviously!”
Phil sticks his tongue out in response, the frame jiggling as his face comes closer until his ocean eyes take up half the screen. Dan is surprised to find his voice growing serious. “Dan. You know you can talk about anything with me. It kills me to know how rough you’ve had it. I wish I could’ve been there before but, well, I’m here now at least? And maybe that counts for something?”
“Phil.” Suddenly, Dan’s shifting his laptop onto his propped-up knees, pulling it closer and wishing more than anything that he could jump through the computer screen and into Phil’s arms And maybe it’s the pain in Phil’s eyes, a pain Dan’s felt a thousand times worse yet would do anything to prevent Phil from feeling, maybe it’s the hope in Phil’s voice--something melts away any of the trepidation he had before. 
“Phil, are you kidding?” Dan bursts out. “Of course it counts! I mean, I think it’s safe to say we’re best friends now, and isn’t that what best friends do?”
“I mean
 I would hope we’re a little more than best friends by now?” And good lord, the smirk that crawls up Phil’s face and fills the bottom of the screen should be illegal. It’s so much that Dan has to tear his eyes away from the screen and stare at his tiny TV and dresser for a minute.
Not for the first time, it hits him that he’s really here , speaking to Phil in the very room where he spent countless hours watching that same man. How many times has he dreamed of kissing him, of holding him, of dancing through the streets of Manchester? How long has his heart ached for someone to ease its burden? And now
 that someone is here, giggling from his laptop speakers and fulfilling every one of Dan’s hopes and dreams far better than Dan ever thought possible. 
It should be too good to be true. And yet, after everything he’s been through, doesn’t he deserve this one good thing?
They’re both silent for a few seconds until Phil asks softly, “Dan? What are you thinking about right now?”
“Oh, I dunno.” Dan picks up the bear he’s had his entire life from the nightstand and strokes its ears absentmindedly, something he’s always done when he’s nervous. When he speaks again, he chooses his next words carefully. “Lots of things, I guess. It’s just wild that
 well, you know how long I’ve watched your videos. I don’t know if I’ve ever had a best friend. Not until now. Not until you.” A blush rises in Dan’s cheeks then, but he means every word.
“Dan. I mean, I had kind of picked some of that up, but are you sure?” Phil’s voice is just as soft as Dan’s, almost reverent. And yet some nasty part of Dan’s brain expects to see those blue eyes darken when he whispers “Well, yeah” in response. Surely this was too much. Surely Dan was too much for Phil, like he was for everyone. Surely Phil was about to

Melt into the purest smile Dan’s ever seen from him? “Oh my God, I--I feel the exact same way.” Dan is shocked to find Phil’s next words tinged with relief. “I think you know how I always had the same group of friends through school, right?” Dan nods. “Well, they’re all great, but I
 never felt as close to any of them as I do with you. I never felt like they got me, you know? And then you come along in my Twitter replies and suddenly you’re the only person I ever want to talk to. And somehow, you want to talk to me too? I feel like I’ve won the lottery here.”
Dan wants to take those words and lock them up in a box that only he can touch. Never in his eighteen years did he ever think he’d hear something like this. He’d barely even let himself hope for it. His heart squeezes to a point where he knows he won’t forget this moment, not as long as he has Phil. It’s a perfect moment he so deeply wants to live in forever.
So is it any wonder his voice catches and tears prick his eyes when he finally finds the strength to speak? “Really? God, I had no idea. And here I thought you had this perfect amazing life, all because your parents clearly lo--clearly care about you so much and you’ve had the same group of friends pretty much forever. I don’t know what that’s like.”
Dan can’t say why he freezes up at the word love just then. He’s just discussing Phil’s relationship with his parents, not declaring his love for Phil. Right?
Wait, does he love Phil? The rapid pace of his heart and the smile fighting to break through his face tell him yes, yes, a thousand times yes but he can’t say that here. Not on Skype. Not when there’s 300 kilometres separating him from Phil’s arms. He just has to keep his heart locked tight until their week together.
Of course Phil’s response makes that impossibly difficult. “Dan. Fuck, you don’t know how much I wish you knew how that feels.” The ache in his voice combined with his anxious fringe tugging has Dan squeezing his bear with everything he has in him just to expel some of his overwhelming feelings. 
“And sure, my parents are great and all, but I feel like they don’t get me. My mum still thinks the movies and things I’ve done are just a fun little hobby that can’t lead to anything. She doesn’t understand why I’m travelling to Ireland every other weekend, and my dad keeps telling me about these boring jobs I don’t want. I wanna see what else I can do with this YouTube thing, but it might not lead to anything. And then I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
By now, the tears have broken free and are streaming down Dan’s face. He doesn’t know exactly why, but he has a feeling they have something to do with the fear trapped in Phil’s eyes.
And yet, they’re not only sad tears. Sure, Dan’s heart is breaking just a bit for the boy on his screen, but it’s also light and airy for the first time since he was a tiny child. That’s when it hits him.
This light, airy, snuggly feeling-- it’s safety . Here in this tiny bubble with Phil, Dan feels safe. It’s unfamiliar, sure, but it’s not scary. He’ll be okay, as long as he has Phil.
It’s this thought that he holds tightly onto over the next few years. Even when the walls are closing in on him and Dan can barely breathe, Phil is always there--in his phone, across Manchester, and soon across the hall. 
Even when he’s sure he can’t feel any worse, he’ll be okay one day. Because he has Phil. And in the moments Phil’s heart shatters hard enough for the both of them, Dan is right there with cuddles and sweets and whispered words of comfort, whatever Phil needs in that moment. Because they’re Dan and Phil. And whatever they go through, they’ll go through it together.
If only eighteen-year-old Dan could see how well things would turn out. Yet as Dan thinks back on this moment fifteen years later, he thinks some part of him did know in a strange way. So much has changed, yet Dan is still that bright-eyed little boy with a dream at his core. And he still has Phil by his side.
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phanfictioncatalogue · 4 months ago
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Tooth Rotting Fluff (4) Masterlist
part one, part two, part three
a little bitter, mostly sweet (ao3) - antiadvil
Summary: Dan is a barista working the closing shift; Phil is the only customer who still drinks caffeine that late in the day.
for your eyes only (ao3) - blossomsphan
Summary: and they were roommates
(the fluffy tatinof bed sharing fic no one asked for in 2024
 or did they?)
His World (ao3) - Sinninghowlter
Summary: Dan opens the door and before him stands his world.
He's finally home.
Home Is Wherever I’m With You (ao3) - howell_slide
Summary: “You being here is the best birthday present I could ever ask for,” Phil murmurs.
Or, Dan flies home from his tour to come celebrate Phil’s birthday.
Honeybee (ao3) - Scuddleduck
Summary: Dan sings a sweet silly song to Phil in the kitchen.
I missed you so much I dyed the towels green (ao3) - chuuyaswife
Summary: A few of Dan’s shows get cancelled while he’s on the WAD tour so he decides to surprise his boyfriend back home for a few days. Fluffy reunion ensues.
just stay here in this moment (ao3) - trademarkblue
Summary: After a few minutes of silence, Phil drawing patterns on Dan's arms with his finger, Dan pushed away from him. Phil looked up at him expectantly, his hair falling into his face. "We should film a house tour," Dan said.
lie with me (sew your heart to my sleeve) (ao3) - trademarkblue
Summary: You make me feel safe, Phil. I've never felt like that before. Safe like this. Not for a long time, at least.
A ficlet about comfort and new love.
Mistletoe (ao3) - undertalednp
Summary: Phil was a sap. And Dan basked in it.
Need (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: Dan wants Phil's attention, but Phil is too busy editing. Dan decides that he is tired of waiting, and takes matters into his own hands.
New Addition to the Family (ao3) - mani_txt
Summary: Dan and Phil get a dog. Finally.
now i smile and face the girl who shares my name (ao3) - plinth_of_life
Summary: kath meets her newborn granddaughter.
one of those days (ao3) - nivi_chip
Summary: Phil has a dizzy spell and Dan takes care of him.
Or, Dan is the man with the plan (rip the stereo shows imy)
pigeons (ao3) - SylvesterLester
Summary: Dan is wondering if it’s too late to admit he really doesn't care for pigeons all that much.
Or, it's 2017, and the two just moved to the new flat which has a balcony and a new hyper fixation for Phil.
quiet morning (ao3) - Tarredion
Summary: Dan wakes up in the forever home, Phil breathing softly next to him
silent and sure, keeping watch in the night (ao3) - gaydreaming
Summary: Phil has always loved being on tour. The adventure, the sounds of the tour bus, the way his quality time with Dan takes on a different shape. On the road between Oslo and Helsinki, he sees some beautiful stars through the bus window and wakes Dan up in the middle of the night to enjoy them with him.
sweetie (ao3) - omgitshelena
Summary: a ficlet about pet names
The Guy Next Door (ao3) - Tarredion
Summary: Apartment nr. 7's new resident is a pretty, pretty guy about Phil’s age, height, and just his type... He also happens to be real charming and takes a liking to Phil - despite having (accidentally) just met, he's eager to join him in a Buffy marathon, as long as Phil doesn't eat all the popcorn beforehand. Maybe a date is in order?
the hoodie bow incident (ao3) - antiadvil
Summary: they were kissing.
The Phat (ao3) - gaydreaming
Summary: When Dan and Phil find an abandoned cat on a late-night walk to Dominos, Dan insists that they aren't going to keep him. After all, they know nothing about taking care of a pet. Dan will have the self control to put his foot down when faced with both Phil's big eyes and the cat's, right? ...Right?
three of us (ao3) - SylvesterLester
Summary: Phil is ready to make the next step. Dan isn't so sure.
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Set after Dan comes home from WAD.
waking up to a dream (ao3) - queercatwithhat
Summary: "I missed you..." Phil mumbled against Dan's jacket, reveling in the familiarity of his smell. "I missed you more," Dan whispered warmly. Phil vehemently shook his head, "Not possible." Dan chuckled. Phil found that sound so sweet and endearing that he pulled him even closer.
You're the only story that I've never told. (ao3) - DumbGayVampires
Summary: Watching him, Dan felt the familiar grudging affection that came with a lifetime in each other’s company

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finding-you-in-any-world · 14 days ago
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so excited for @phandomgiftexchange tomorrow!!!! Eeeeeee
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llama-sidekick · 7 months ago
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Okay once my fucking thesis is done I will sit down with the Titanic movie and write it down, scene for scene, to then continue and write the safe for work-dan and phil-titanic fanfiction that I crave for the past years but never found
Input and thoughts are welcome
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