#dan: finds a screaming gal in the woods

[danandthereader]

Could you please write one where Dan and the reader are roommates and he does her a favour one day by doing her laundry but she walks in while he’s holding a pair of her lacy underwear and he gets all bashful and awkward about it? Thank you and I love your writing!

A/N: Hi lovely ! Thank you so much for the compliment - I’m glad you like the fills ! ♡This is such a good prompt, and I’m so happy to finally get to fill it for you. Cute embarrassing stuff like this is always so much fun to write, and I think it’s super cute that I get to write about Dan in this kind of situation. So I appreciate you sending the prompt in, and I hope you like it as much as I liked filling it; heart you !

THE UNMENTIONABLES

Tossing the last of the clothes on your floor into the basket, you stood up straight and looked around. Putting your hands on your hips, you smiled to yourself, in your sleep shorts and tank top, overall proud of yourself for getting all the dirty clothes off the floor. The basket at your feet was one of three, put together and done out of absolute necessity - you were one-hundred percent out of clothes to wear, undergarments and all, including work clothes.Depression was a bitch. But after a while it even got on your nerves, so you got out of bed, pulled your hair into a ponytail, and started in on the hard part of self-care.Now your bed was stripped, your floor was clear of clothes, and the windows were open. Hazy sunlight was pouring in, and the fan was on, helping with the progress. Your best friend was just down the hall, in the washroom with your first two baskets, sorting and arranging things into proper wash loads. He’d come running the moment you called and gave him the I’m tired of being like this, come help me speech, which you thanked him every five minutes for.When things got really bad, not many of your friends were there to lean on. Most of them stopped caring after you couldn’t find it in you to shower, or organize your shoes, or wash your clothes. That kind of depression wasn’t something they were used to, or wanted to deal with. But not Dan. Every text, every call,  was met with immediate care and acceptance, real-life support usually coming soon after. Sometimes he’d even bring you food, or chocolate, or a movie, different little things he remembered you saying you liked it one point, just to help things along. Other times, like now, though, all you needed was him, his smile, and his unwavering loyalty.

Picking up the basket, you made your way out of the room and down the hall, bare feet patting against the wood-paneled floor. “All right, this is the last one,” you announced as you approached, the fatigue just hinted at in your tone. But that was natural, after days of nothing - the smallest things took the biggest effort.The laundry room was only about big enough for two people, the washer, and the dryer. The two other laundry baskets were taking up the space you could’ve occupied, so you set the final basket in the doorway. Dan was on the other side, hair pulled into a ponytail as well, dressed much more like a human fit for day-to-day activities. But he was looking at you with an sort of encouraging smile, which made you smile as well. “Cool. I have all this mostly sorted out-” Looking down, he was correct, having gotten everything in arranged baskets, save for the half-done one closest to him and the one you’d just brought in “-But if you want to give me a hand with that one?” His suggestion wasn’t catty, wasn’t mean, just a suggestion, to see if you could.After a moment of thinking, you realized, “I don’t think I can.” Your voice was sheepish, almost guilty, the urge to cry softly clawing its way up your throat. But Dan was quick to respond. “Okay, it’s okay! don’t worry about it. I got it.” His voice hadn’t lost any of that kindness, so you handed the basket over, not quite looking at him. Out of your hands it went, gentle, and you stood there, albiet a bit awkwardly, listening to him sort things through. “Dark, dark, jean, white, color, color, uh… Striped… Color…” That made you smile a bit, and finally look up at him. He wasn’t looking at you, sifting through the basket and tossing, going quick and efficient, saying where each thing out needed to go quietly.

It went on like that for a few moments, before he picked up a piece that made you let out a noise of hesitation and him let out a gentle oh!.He’d pulled out of the basket a pair of very lacy, very cheeky underwear, a deep maroon color that matched the shade flooding to your cheeks. “Uh - W - Wow -” He was starting to smile despite, a sort of goofy, very boyish look. “Didn’t take you for a lace kinda gal.” He tossed it into the dark pile, only to pull another very lacy piece out. This one was blue, more cut like a bikini bottom, and earned another sound of protest. “Oh!” He laughed. “I’m so sorry, oh my god…” He tossed it into the color pile quickly, making you laugh a bit too. “I swear, I’m not doing this on purpose!” he exclaimed, pulling out a pair of underwear in pink, making you laugh out loud. “God dammit!” He tossed them into the color pile as well, rather dramatically, laughing as well. “Okay, casanova, move over,” you finally told him, stepping over and around the baskets.Taking a small step to the side, he made you a spot next to him. “Basket.” He slid the basket to in front of you, and you crouched, following his earlier motions. Color, dark, color, color, white- And another pair of underwear. These were one of your favorite pairs, black floral lace and nothing more, and you tossed them in Dan’s direction. He let out a very surprised, very exaggerated, very funny scream, and you almost toppled over in laughter. He held them up, raising his eyebrows, playing along, making a face along with it, and you snatched them back. “Don’t even think about it!” you told him through the laughter, and he laughed too.