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velarisstars · 8 years ago

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Looking Back

Summary: Dan and Phil, old and gray and in their eighties, still make the most out of life, despite some difficult changes. Told through their present day and very domestic flashbacks, Dan and Phil will be together forever. Phil promised.

A/N: Here’s a fresh, hot fic, right off the keyboard! I hope you guys like it :) There is NO death, so you don’t have to worry from the summary! And it’s a HAPPY ENDING!!! Hooray!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,833

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Dan had gotten used to the sounds of hospitals. Machines constantly whirring and beeping, keeping track of one’s life. It was odd, really, how some machines here could mean the difference between life and death for some people. He was just glad one of those hadn’t been hooked up to him or Phil. Yet.

It was only a matter of time. Dan was creeping up on eighty and Phil was halfway through it. Dan could hardly believe his body had survived long enough to see 2067 with his own eyes. It was a shock when he surpassed 2043 and even 2056. Not that he was ill or in bad health, but his body was so old and worn. He never took care of it. Not in the slightest.

Dan leaned against the wall in the hallway, tightly gripping his cane and pushing his glasses up on his nose. He never thought he would need those, either, but after hitting forty something years old, his vision began to fail him.

“It’s not all that bad,” Phil had said, trying to console Dan as they sat at the optometrist. “I’ve been wearing glasses for years! You’ll look good in them. I promise.”

Dan couldn’t help the blush that crept its way up Dan’s neck and rested on his cheeks. He smiled a little, and Phil leaned over and kissed his nose. “Thanks.”

“Dad!” a girl said happily, and Dan looked up, being greeted by his daughter, who had long, golden locks of hair that spilt over her shoulders. She gave Dan a hug, making sure not to squeeze too tightly. “How’s Dad?”

Dan sighed, rolling his eyes. “I still don’t like how you call both of us Dad. How will we ever know who you’re referring to?”

Camille laughed, smiling brightly. “Take guesses? I dunno. Want me to start calling you Dan and Phil?”

“No, that’d be weird,” Dan said with a frown. “Your brother calls him Papa. Why can’t you do the same?”

“That makes him sound old.”

“Because he is old,” Dan reminded.

“Hey! The walls aren’t soundproof!” Phil suddenly shouted, causing Dan and Camille to laugh.

“So he’s fine, then?” Camille asked, the smile slowly slipping off her face. She looked at Dan expectantly, hoping for good news.

“This time, yes. The doctor is almost done and then we can go in.”

Camille let out a small sigh, her shoulders slumping. “Why aren’t you in there? You shouldn’t be standing out here with your back in the shape it is. You need a chair.”

“I’m fine, Camille.”

“Dad.”

“I promise. I’m okay. My back isn’t even hurting that much today,” Dan said truthfully. He hadn’t had a bad day in about two weeks, which was rather good. His new medicine was beginning to work wonders for him.

The door next to them opened, and the doctor stepped out, a wide smile on his face. “Mr. Lester is all good. You can go in whenever.”

“Great!” Camille said, quickly slipping by the doctor and into the room.

Dan sighed, but there was no mistaking the grin on his face.

The doctor turned to Dan, his smile faltering. “Before I leave you, Dan, I just want to say something. This is Phil’s third doctor’s visit this month. And it’s for the same thing. He can’t keep falling like he has. I think you and him need to talk about other options.”

The frown Dan now often sported, made a reappearance on his face. “He’s not going to a home.”

“That’s not what I meant. I think maybe your husband ought to think about using a wheelchair to get around. I’m afraid that if he falls again, he might break something. And at his age, surgery is too risky. There won’t be much we can do.”

“I understand,” Dan mumbled. “I’ll talk to him tonight.”

“Good idea. I hope I won’t have to see you again for a long time yet, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you,” Dan said, shifting weight onto his cane. He watched the doctor leave him before slowly making his way inside the room where Camille chatted happily and Phil chuckled at what she had to say.

Phil’s eyes broke away from Camille’s and found Dan’s. Somehow, even after nearly forty-something years, Phil’s eyes had managed to stay the same, vibrant blue they were when Dan first met him, all the way back in 2009. “Hiya, Dan!”

Dan snorted, furrowing his brows. “Hey, Phil? I know you’re not drugged up this time, so don’t act so chipper.”

Phil frowned playfully, sticking out his tongue. For an eighty year old man, Phil was so mature. “I’m always chipper when Camille comes for a visit. She makes me happy.”

“Dad,” Camille whined, her face turning pink. “You act like I never see you anymore.”

“I feel like I only see you at hospitals. When was the last time you came home? It’s been far too long. You should stay for a few days, yeah?” Phil looked over at Dan, eyeing him in a way that said, If that’s okay?

Dan smiled, nodding his head once. “Soon,” he said, giving Phil a look. They had things they needed to talk about, and both preferred to do it when their kids weren’t around. They didn’t like worrying them with things that weren’t important.

“Maybe later this month?” Phil said then, looking back at Camille. “And you can bring your dog and boyfriend you keep hiding away from us.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Camille muttered, and Dan and Phil laughed.

“Yet,” Dan said, grinning as he caught Phil’s gaze. The both of them had said that phrase more than enough times throughout the years. It became a joke mostly. Especially after they got engaged and decided not to tell anybody.

“Phil, come get your boyfriend!” Louise shouted over the loud music. “He’s done three too many shots, and I swear he’s about to start stripping and that’s the last thing any of us want to see.”

Phil laughed, eyeing Dan from across the room. “He’s not my boyfriend!” Phil shouted.

“I don’t care what he is, get him under control!”

Dan giggled as Phil pulled him out of the bar and into the alley next to it. “I’m not your boyfriend,” Dan murmured, laughing as Phil kissed him lightly on the lips.

“Damn right you’re not,” Phil said lowly, kissing Dan on the lips harder and slowly making his way down his neck. “Never again.”

“Nevertheless,” Phil continued, “bring him by. Dan and I would love to meet a friend of yours.”

Camille sighed, leaning back in her chair. “I’ll ask him about it.”

“Alright,” Dan said, carefully standing back up. “As much as I love seeing this hospital room nearly every week, I like the looks of mine at home a lot better. Phil, let’s get out of here.”

Phil clicked his tongue, tossing the thin bed sheet off of him. “I agree.”

Camille was quick to Phil’s bedside, helping him out of the bed and handing him his walker. The tennis balls on the bottom were falling apart, and Dan made a mental note to get those changed if Phil decided he didn’t want to use a wheelchair.

Their daughter walked them to a cab, and kissed both of them on the cheeks before saying bye. Dan really hoped she would stop by soon. He needed to call her brother and ask him to come down as well. He hadn’t seen him since Christmas.

Inside the cab, Phil leaned against Dan and rested his head on Dan’s shoulder. “I really miss them,” he said quietly. “I don’t like them only visiting when something happens to one of us.”

“I know,” Dan murmured, grabbing Phil’s hand and running his thumb in circles over the small bumps. He couldn’t remember when Phil’s hands began to wrinkle up and get lumpy, but he couldn’t quite remember when his began doing the same, either. “I would have asked her to stay tonight but you and I need to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk, Dan.”

“Neither do I, Phil, believe me, but we have been putting this off too long. I know that’s who we are, but it’s time to act our age for at least an hour.”

Phil chuckled at that. “What even is our age? I lost count after thirty.”

“Hmm, I think it’s twenty-something. It’s hard to tell.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Phil said, and they both laughed, Dan shaking his head. “How about we make some tea and we can sit and chat, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dan replied, tilting his head so it rested on top of Phil’s.

They rode home the rest of the way in silence, knowing that when they got settled, the quiet wouldn’t return for quite sometime.

“When was the last time we even heard silence?” Dan groaned, falling face first into the mattress next to Phil.

Phil chuckled, reaching over and running his hand through Dan’s curly hair. He hadn’t seen it straight in so long. “I don’t think you hear silence, Dan.”

“You know what I meant. Don’t play with my hair, it’s gross.”

“It’s fine.”

“Is it bad I can’t even remember the last time I showered? The kids smell better than me, and Jacob covered himself in peanut butter today.”

Phil laughed, trying to keep it down so he didn’t wake the kids. He heard Dan having a hell of a time trying to get them to go to sleep and be quiet, and he didn’t want to ruin all his hard work. Tonight was Dan’s night to bathe them and put them to bed. “You can go take a shower now, if you want. I’ll wait up for you.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Dan said, turning his head so he was facing Phil. “Go to sleep. I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

“I think we both are, Dan.” Phil closed his book and took off his glasses, setting them on the table beside the bed. “I love Camille and Jacob to death, but the silence is nice.”

“Mmm,” Dan hummed, eyes slipping shut as he listened to Phil’s breathing and nothing else. He agreed, about loving his two kids with everything. But sometimes, they just needed a little peace and quiet.

Oddly enough, Dan and Phil found themselves in Jacob’s old bedroom down the hall. They didn’t go into the kid’s rooms much anymore, mostly because there was no reason to. But tonight, Dan and Phil had been feeling a little sad about their kids.

“I know they’ve been moved out for so long, but it feels like they just did it last week,” Phil said, looking around the bland room. It once used to be painted deep blue with planet stickers stuck to the wall, but Jacob grew out of that phase by sixteen, and so they painted the walls eggshell. That’s what they were looking at right now.

“I know the feeling,” Dan said, shifting backwards on the bed and leaning against the wall. “How did they grow up so fast?”

Phil let out a soft snort. “How did we grow up so fast?”

“I have no idea,” Dan said. “Sometimes I still have trouble believing the year on the calendar in the kitchen.”

“You mean to tell me it’s not 2015 and we didn’t just finish writing our book?”

Dan rolled his eyes, sitting up and wrapping Phil in his arms. “If only we were that young,” he murmured. “Walkers and canes are getting old.”

“Maybe we should get one of those hoverboards that were popular back in 2016 to get around.”

“Phil, you would fall instantly and smash your face into the ground. I don’t think so.”

“Relax, it’s only a suggestion.”

Dan sighed. Here goes nothing. “Speaking of suggestions … Doctor Miller told me of one today.”

“If it’s the same one he told me, then …”

“Then?” Dan prompted, kissing Phil lightly on the neck.

“I think we should follow through on it,” Phil said quietly. “I don’t - I don’t want to fall again and this time be my last.”

“I don’t either,” Dan murmured. “I couldn’t … I couldn’t imagine -”

“Dan, don’t,” Phil said sternly, turning his head to look at Dan. “I’m fine. We’re both fine, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dan whispered, feeling his throat tighten just a bit.

“Hey.” Phil shuffled out of Dan’s arms, turning to face him. He placed both hands on either shoulder, looking into his brown eyes. “It’s only a wheelchair, Dan. I’m not going to kick the bucket just yet.”

Dan looked at Phil’s blue irises, knowing if he didn’t stop soon, he would get lost in them.

“You could go swimming in those eyes,” he once told Phil.

“But-”

“Dan, shut up,” Phil said, smiling and leaning in to kiss him softly. “If anything, the wheelchair will extend my life. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. Even if one of us were, the other wouldn’t be far behind.”

Dan looked at him quizzically. “What do you mean by that?”

“Our lives are bound. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it.” Phil lifted Dan’s hand and placed it on his chest. “I’m convinced our hearts beat as one. When one gives out, the other will, too, because it doesn’t have one to keep in sync with anymore. We won’t have to live long without each other, Dan. I told you this years and years ago.”

It was thirty-six, to be exact. But it wasn’t that particular conversation that came to mind. It was the one before it.

“Phil, I actually hate you,” Dan whined, looking up at the dark sky as rain poured down. He told Phil it was going to storm, and Phil insisted they go to the park anyway.

“I’m sure you do,” Phil said, rolling his eyes and grabbing Dan’s wrists, pulling him close to his chest. “Let me make it up to you.”

“I don’t think you can. If anyone sees me with my curls, I’m divorcing you.”

“All bark and no bite,” Phil chuckled, beginning to sway him and Dan back and forth.

“Are you trying to slow dance with me, Lester?”

“I believe I am, Lester,” Phil replied, pressing his lips into a thin line to contain his laughter.

“There’s no music.”

“I’m aware.”

“You can’t dance without music,” Dan said, pulling away from Phil. “Luckily, I can help with that.” Dan took out his phone, glad he bought a waterproof case for it, and scrolled through his songs until he got to the letter U. He clicked play, turning up the volume so it could be heard over the downpour of rain.

“Is this … Dan!” Phil laughed as they swayed back and forth. “This is Undertale, isn’t it?”

Dan blushed. “Maybe.”

“I haven’t this since our wedding. Why did we make this our song again?”

Dan snorted, shaking his head to the side to move his hair from his eyes. “Because. We had an adventure to endure. Just like Toto. And we still do. Our journey isn’t over yet.”

“Oh, that’s right. I did promise to go on an adventure with you, didn’t I?”

“Actually shut up, Phil,” Dan said, a smile never leaving his lips.

They danced in the rain, stealing wet kisses and goofy smiles. They danced until the rain stopped, and they danced long after. But time didn’t matter to them. They had all of it they could possibly need.

Phil was insistent that they try out his new wheelchair, so he made Dan take him to the museum.

“It’s not a new car, Phil. It’s a wheelchair. How is this exciting?”

“How is it not? You get to push me around and I don’t have to do a strenuous thing.”

Dan frowned. “You can wheel yourself, you know. Your arms still work.”

“Hold on, let me wheel myself down some stairs to disprove your theory.”

“Phil! Not funny.”

“Oh hush, Dan. I’d never be that daring, anyway.”

Dan sighed, pushing Phil along the smooth, marble flooring of the museum. They had been here once before, years and years ago with Phil’s parents. It was a nice time, that day. “Anything particular you want to see, or can we go home and watch game shows like most old people do?”

“I don’t know why you want to pretend to be old, Dan. So eager to grow up?”

“You know, just because you say we’re not old, doesn’t mean it’s true. My bones remind me every time I move of my real age.”

“Age is but a number. If you ignore it, it’s not there.”

“Nice thinking, Phil,” Dan said jokingly, pushing him along the corridor. He remembers the last time he had to push Phil in a wheelchair. Fifty-two years ago.

“I want to feel like I’m Lightning McQueen. Push me faster!”

“Lightning McQueen? Really? Phil, if we go any faster, I’m sure I’ll trip over the back wheel here and you’ll hit something and go flying from you chair. Don’t be the reason new wheelchairs come with seatbelts. Please.”

Phil laughed loudly at that. “Wouldn’t that be something to be known for?”

“Yes, forget Dan and Phil’s: The Amazing Tour is Not on Fire, or even our hosting of popular award shows, but remember why all you old folk and injured people have to wear seatbelts while using a wheelchair.” Dan looked down at Phil’s leg, encased in a bright green cast.

“At least people won’t forget how I broke my leg.”

“You mean by tripping into the giant ice sculpture at the after party of the Brits and having it come crashing down onto your leg?”

“Exactly.”

“Only you,” Dan said, shaking his head in amusement.

“Only me.”

“Finally, the kids come home!” Phil cheered, opening his arms wide to hug his kids. Dan stood next to him, looking down at the smile on his face as he hugged their children. Nothing made Phil happier than his kids. Well, aside from Dan, that is.

“Hi, Dad,” Jacob said, reaching out to Dan and pulling him into a hug.

“Hey, kiddo.”

“New wheels, eh? Looking good, Dad,” Camille said, running her fingers over the smooth handles of the wheelchair.

Phil frowned, shooting Camille a look. “Still won’t call me Papa? Or even Pops?”

“Nah, that’s for old people.”

Dan laughed quietly to himself. Camille and Phil were so alike, it was almost scary. Of course the kids weren’t biologically theirs, but they shared similar attitudes from being raised from infants to adults.

“Let’s go inside and make some hot chocolate,” Phil said, reaching for the wheels on his chair when Dan suddenly gripped the handles. He preferred to push Phil everywhere.

“For my own reasons,” Dan told him.

“Dan, using my arms won’t kill me faster. I can wheel myself sometimes. It’s okay.” But Phil let him do what he wanted, only to make him feel better.

“What, no tea?” Jacob asked. It was usually always tea. Given it was a little cold out, his dads always suggested a cup of hot tea and some biscuits.

“Tea is for old people,” Phil said, letting Dan wheel him in the house, following close behind his kids.

Dan walked into the kid’s playroom when he saw packets of marshmallows torn open, and actual marshmallows littered across the room. “What the h-”

“Chubby bunny!” Phil said loudly, just before Dan could finish saying Hell. Phil had a strict “no profanity” rule for the kids, and though Dan tried to follow it the best he could, sometimes Phil wasn’t always there to stop him.

“Phil,” Dan said, bending down and picking up a marshmallow. “You can’t play chubby bunny with mini marshmallows, you nerd!”

“What do you suggest?”

“Maybe marshmallows that are slightly bigger and actually restrict the ability to talk.”

“And block airways? No thank you.”

Dan didn’t bother telling him that mini marshmallows were easier to choke on. He didn’t want to suck the fun out of things, like he tended to do. As long as he and Phil were with the kids and monitoring them, they should be fine.

“Daddy! Come play,” Camille said, patting the floor between her and Jacob. “Daddy was just showing us how to play.”

Dan strode across the room and sat down, looking at Phil intently. “Well, are you going to tell me how to play?”

Phil rolled his eyes, which seemed to be a common action between the two. “Shove marshmallows in your mouth and say, ‘chubby bunny.’ That’s it.”

“So, like.” Dan grabbed a packet of marshmallows and shoved half the bag into his mouth, most of them falling to the floor. The kids laughed and squealed, and Phil only stared at him with a waiting smile on his face. “Chuuubbbaaay bunnnnnaay,” Dan said, the word barely audible with his mouth stuffed so full.

Phil laughed, throwing a stray marshmallow at Dan’s face and hitting him in the nose. Dan spit most of them out, but continued to chew and swallow the ones already inside his cheeks. “You have a little something there,” Phil said, pointing at Dan.

“Where?”

Phil leaned across the space between them and kissing his lips, licking the bits of marshmallow that stuck. “There.”

“Ew!” the kids squealed, grabbing the marshmallows and running from the room.

Dan and Phil laughed, collapsing in the piles of marshmallows on the floor.

“Why are there so many?” Dan asked, eyeing Phil.

“Honestly, I don’t even know.”

“God, when was the last time we had sex?” Dan asked into the darkness, Phil’s snort nearly scaring him to death. He didn’t mean to voice his thoughts so openly, but … Oh well.

“Are you trying to tell me something, Dan?”

“No, I’m just saying.”

“It’s been a while, I know that. I don’t think our bodies could handle it these days.”

“Yeah …” Dan said, trailing off. “I bet I could give you the most mind-blowing orgasm, and your heart would beat so fast, you’d go into cardiac arrest and die.”

Phil laughed, swatting at Dan. “Stop! There’s no way you would tell anyone the reason behind my death.”

“Your grave would say it all: Philip Michael Lester, eighty-two, father and husband, death from mind blowing orgasm.”

“Dan, stop!” Phil groaned. It was a little dark, but Dan bet anything Phil’s face was the same shade of a tomato. “I can’t believe you think you could give me an orgasm that good.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Hell no,” Phil snorted.

Dan chuckled, wrapping his arms around Phil and pulling him close. He buried his head into his neck, breathing in his scent. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Phil murmured, raking his fingers through Dan’s gray hair. He would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the brown, but as long as the color of Dan’s eyes never changed, he could deal with the color of his hair.

“Phil?”

“Yes?”

“Please don’t ever leave me.”

“I would never,” Phil said.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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ratandphilgames · 7 years ago

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Holy banana muffin where did the time go??? Dan's birthday is TOMORROW

#dan and phil #im ???#where has time gone??#god i sound like his mum #dnp #phan #dip and pip #i luv my elderly son

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adziedoodle · 7 years ago

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I love going back and watching the Mario Kart video where Phil is like "multitrack drifting!!" cause it was completely wrong and he sounded like a dad who was trying be cool but failing. It was really cute.

:’)))) he’s such a dad

#or grandpa #that reminds me yesterday i legit saw someone with phil's hair but they were like elderly kgfjgkfg #phanrambles #phan #anonymous #answered

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faetedforglory · 2 years ago

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icb Phan is going to beat up the elderly

#( ooc. )#{RIP I have to clock back in soon}

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reyofsunlight666 · 4 years ago

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Dan and Phil have serious elderly catty gay couple energy in the Phan video

#dan and phil #youtube #dan howell #amazingphil

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sylveondreams · 8 years ago

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ahappyphil

genre: fluff word count: 1.7k warnings: none summary: The doors opened achingly slow and people disembarked achingly slow and he scanned the crowd and finally there he was. Dan, seen not through a grainy webcam or slightly less grainy photos but through the clarity of real life, his head raised to see over the people to find Phil.

Happy birthday to Nora (@pseudophan)! You’re an old man now. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.

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Dan was antsy. He’d read the magazine three times already, each time failing to really absorb anything, and was working on a fourth time through. He’d tried looking out the window, which, although entertaining with the trees and roads and houses whizzing past, wasn’t really distracting enough to wave away the ants that came with the nervousness and excitement (anticipation). And he’d tried using his phone, but there wasn’t much he wanted to do with it other than message Phil. It was still another half hour until the buzzing feeling could be satisfied and he could meet Phil.

Dan had lost his pen earlier when he had decided to doodle on the Kerrang and he’d drawn too energetic of a circle and it spun away under a seat, so that was out along with the page upon which there was sketched a slightly smudged half-finished evil Mario covering up most of the text.

He had to give up on the magazine. If third time wasn’t the charm, fourth time wasn’t going to be, so he fished out his earbuds for what he figured was going to be the longest thirty minutes of his life.

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Phil was bouncing on the balls of his feet, watching the train pull into the station with a barely bridled mix of excitement and nervousness. As it slid to a stop, he watched the doors for Dan. The doors opened achingly slow and people disembarked achingly slow and he scanned the crowd and finally there he was. Dan, seen not through a grainy webcam or slightly less grainy photos but through the clarity of real life, his head raised to see over the people to find Phil.

Bees struggled to erupt from Phil’s stomach Alien-style and propelled him towards Dan and buzzed out of his mouth in a bee shout of “Dan!”

Dan turned towards him, his face lighting up. And then they were running to bridge the last fifteen feet between them and their arms were around each other and Dan’s magazine had flown out of his bag and was on the floor next to his feet and Phil was laughing, giddy with excitement.

“You’re even more amazing in real life,” Dan was saying into Phil’s ear, pressed against him, and Phil, pressed against him, was saying, “I swear your smile’s lighting up the room right now it’s so bright.”

They let go, the bees in Phil’s stomach buzzing around in his head and making him lightheaded. The smile was stuck on his face.

“I can touch you and you’re real,” Dan said.

“No, I’m a ghost,” Phil said.

Dan shoved him, still beaming. “You’re cute.”

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The line for the big wheel was no longer than usual but seemed like it was, and while they stood in line the bees in Phil’s stomach tried to make him go eight directions at once but definitely not stand still. Dan was looking up at the top of the wheel, his mouth slightly open and his hair falling across his forehead. Phil could only look at him, at his soft brown eyes that crinkled when he smiled, and Phil hoped Dan knew Phil liked him, because Phil couldn’t really tell him himself.

“Hey, Dan?” he asked.

Dan looked at him, and damn if he didn’t want to see Dan look at him glowing like that every day.

Phil hadn’t had anything to say, so he just made an animal sound and swatted at Dan’s arm.

Dan laughed. “What kind of animal was that?”

“Double horse.”

“Of course.”

“Horse, of course.”

“Shut up.”

The cabin on the wheel swung lightly as it ascended, the view growing wider and wider between jerky stops for others to board. Halfway up, Phil’s hand found Dan’s on the seat between them and scuttled around for a moment before taking hold. Phil kept looking out the window, but he could feel Dan’s smile illuminate the cabin with its soft light.

As they ascended a second time, Phil pointed out landmarks in the city beyond the glass.

Dan’s eyes were on him instead of the places he pointed out, so it wasn’t really a surprise when he interrupted with a “Phil?”

Phil turned to him. Dan put his hand on Phil’s knee and leaned in and Phil’s eyes fluttered closed and Dan’s lips met his and oh was Dan just who he wanted to be doing this with.

Finally, Dan pulled away and Phil opened his eyes to a slightly flushed face smiling back at him. Phil knew he was smiling too; he couldn’t help it.

“You’re so beautiful,” Phil told Dan, his voice whisper-quiet even though it was only the two of them in the car.

“You’re more,” Dan whispered back. He closed the gap again and Phil let himself drift into Dan’s lips before the cabin swung to a stop and Dan fell back into the seat, his hand falling off Phil’s knee.

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Dan’s body was warm next to Phil’s, their hands touching and his breath ghosting Phil’s face. Their conversation, like any of the others they’d had over Skype while falling asleep, had drifted from topic to topic and had fallen into a lull where they just laid next to each other and watched each other’s faces.

“I’m happy I’m in your bed with you,” Dan said, his voice low despite the house being empty other than the two of them.

“I still can’t believe there isn’t a screen here,” Phil said, waving his hand between their faces.

Dan snuggled closer to him, his warm body pressed all against Phil’s, and Phil pressed a kiss to Dan’s forehead.

“I think I’ll sleep so much better with you here.” Dan’s fingers drummed against Phil’s.

“I don’t think I want to sleep. I want to stay up with you forever.”

“I think I want to stay with you forever.”

“I think we will.”

Dan put his hand on Phil’s chest and kissed him, long and languid and without hurry. They only had those few days until Dan had to go home, but deep in their minds they both knew they would really have their whole lives to spend together.

The conversation once again fell into a lull, populated by warmth and light kisses and foreheads pressed together.

At some point, sleep began to tug at them. Dan succumbed first, his breathing growing slower and more even and his body relaxing. Phil tugged the duvet up over them as much as he could without moving very much and let himself think about a future where they slept together like this every night, pressed together in their own bed in their own home.

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The morning came with Phil getting kneed in the crotch as Dan got up to go to the toilet. “Ow,” Phil said, his voice muddied with sleep.

“Go back to sleep, Phil,” Dan said.

Phil woke up again when Dan got back into bed, his cold feet touching Phil’s legs. “You’re colding me,” Phil told him, still mostly asleep.

Dan pressed his cold hands and feet against Phil and Phil was jerked into consciousness, yelping and trying to scoot away from Dan.

“I’m cold,” Dan said. “You’re warm. Warm makes cold warm.”

“Your mum’s cold,” Phil told him, and despite Dan’s chilliness wrapped his arms around Dan and brought him closer.

A cold hand tangled itself in Phil’s hair and pulled him to meet Dan’s lips. “You’re addicted to kissing me,” Phil mumbled into Dan.

“Don’t do drugs, kids. I tried making out with Phil once and now I’m addicted.” One of Dan’s hands was inching its way towards Phil’s ass.

Impulsively, Phil bit down on Dan’s lip. A quiet moan escaped Dan’s throat, clearly having tried to be forced into silence, and Dan’s fingers that were brushing against Phil’s side pressed into his skin.

Phil’s lungs emptied with a breathy whisper. “Dan Howell, I want to eat you whole.”

“I knew my parents were right that you were a cannibal.”

“I was hoping they wouldn’t know it was me who killed and ate you.”

“Sorry, Phil.”

Phil hooked an arm over Dan’s back. “Fall back asleep with me. You bring nice dreams.”

“You’re too old for me. I don’t want to date an eighty-year-old.”

“You fell asleep before me. You’re the old one.” Phil, though, could feel his heart speed up at the prospect of them dating, and after a moment tacked on “Do you want to date me now, though?”

Dan seemed to have taken up the offer of falling asleep, however, and only answered with a slow, quiet “Maybe tomorrow.”

Phil tucked the duvet up over them again and closed his eyes, absorbing Dan’s presence.

---

“Why do you always make cat whiskers on your face?”

“I’m sexually attracted to cat people.”

“Where’s your marker? I want to be a cat person.”

Phil got up to find a sharpie, and Dan winked at the camera.

“I see,” Phil told him, sitting back down. “Hold your face straight.”

“But I’m not straight.”

“Don’t you want to be a cat person?” Phil grabbed Dan’s chin and drew whiskers on his face. “There, now I can be properly attracted to you.”

“All that kissing didn’t count?”

“Were you a cat? No.”

They both looked into the camera, and Dan giggled. “I’ll be a cat person for you, Phil.”

“I’ll buy a tail and a collar for you, then. You can wear them next time you visit.”

Dan looked Phil dead in the eye and paused for a long moment, then in the sexiest voice he could manage said “Yes, master.” They managed to keep eye contact for nearly another ten seconds before bursting out laughing.

“You’re the worst pet ever,” Phil told him.

“Shut up, let’s give you cat whiskers.”

---

After they had shut the camera off, Dan and Phil lay on the ground, their fingers twined together and their whiskers smudged. Dan was laughing at nothing so hard the laughs were barely audible, looking up at the ceiling through half-closed eyes. Phil lay on his side, watching Dan’s eyes disappear into his smile.

“What are you laughing about?” Phil asked when the laughter had died down.

Dan turned to face him. “I’m just happy. I want to keep filming silly videos with you as long as I can. Can we make silly videos together forever?”

Phil kissed him. “Of course.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

#i hope you had a fun birthgay nora #here's my birthday wishes to your elderly ass #2009!phan #sylveon writes #fanfiction #ahappyphil #phan #writing #mine

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garciaphan · 3 years ago

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Personal Injury: What You Should Know About Wrongful Death Claims?

Losing a loved one is painful. When a loved one dies due to someone else’s error or carelessness, it’s worse. In the U.S., someone dies every 11 minutes, according to the CDC. Some of the reasons are car accidents, abuse of the elderly, carelessness with children, work-related injuries, and deaths from falls, medical malpractice or negligence, etc. In California, the number of claims for wrongful death has gone up by 5% in the last year. It is a big issue that our government and law enforcement must deal with.

What is a Wrongful Death Claim?

Wrongful death claims get made when someone dies because of someone else’s carelessness.

In California, you have two years from the date of the death to file a lawsuit for wrongful death.

The plaintiff must prove that the defendant was careless and caused the death through their actions.

When the victim’s spouse, children, parents, or other relatives want to hold someone responsible for their loved one’s death, they can file a wrongful death lawsuit.

In California, you can file a lawsuit for wrongful death because of the state’s wrongful death law.

Wrongful Death Settlements and the Statue of Wrongful DeathWrongful Death Statute

California has passed a law to help the families of people who died because of someone else’s carelessness get money. The act also says that the funeral and burial costs and any other losses caused by the death must get taken care of.

The law is to help the surviving spouse, children, or parents who need help with money. It also lets people get money if there are no survivors or only one parent is still alive.

Also, you can find settlement statistics for wrongful death claims in California to help you understand the process. Using them can also figure out how much your claim is worth. For example, if the person’s life expectancy was 15 years and their last hourly wage was $15, the wrongful death settlement would be $225,000. If they made $200,000 a year and were expected to live for 20 years, the payment for wrongful death would be $1.25 million.

What should you do if an accident wrongfully kills your loved one?

A wrongful death claim can be made by the estate’s representative (legal guardian) or by someone financially dependent on the person who died. The lawsuit must get filed within two years of death based on the idea that the death gets caused by carelessness or intentional wrongdoing.

Most of the time, damages are limited to monetary losses like past and future lost wages, medical bills paid before death, funeral costs, and loss of expected future income. In many cases, you can’t get money for damages unrelated to money, like pain and suffering.

It gets called wrongful death when someone dies because of someone else’s carelessness or wrongdoing.

The victim’s family may be able to get money for what happened. They have to go to court and file a wrongful death suit to earn money. A personal injury lawyer can help with this process by giving legal advice and representing you in court.

How Can A Wrongful Death Attorney Help You?

A Personal Injury Attorney can help with a wrongful death claim by giving legal advice and counsel. Suing for wrongful death is very hard. The onus of proof is on the claimants, who must do the following:

a) Prove negligence

b) Prove breach of duty

c) Prove cause and effect

d) Prove pain and damages

All of the steps are important, and not doing any of them could put the lawsuit, the settlement, or even the case’s success at risk.

It is best to talk to a Wrongful Death Attorney because they are more likely to understand the criteria.

Get in touch with a skilled Los Angeles, California, workers’ compensation lawyer.

You can ask for help from Garcia and Phan Attorneys. We know the laws about accidents in California and how complicated Personal Injury and wrongful death cases can be. So call now at (714) 586-8298 to talk to with your attorney for free.

https://garciaphan.com/index.php/2022/05/28/personal-injury-what-you-should-know-about-wrongful-death-claims

#Personalinjury

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timebird84 · 7 years ago

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Ask a Phan 1, 4, 10 🙂

Hi Anon,

thank you so much for sending!

01: Who is your favorite ALW musical Phantom? - It’s Brent Barrett. He is close to my perfect imagination of ALW!Erik. His voice, his acting, his … hands *coughs* and his age (!), finally a Phantom around the age Leroux!Erik is supposed to have in the original book (even a bit older :P).

04: If you were to make a Phantom movie, who would you cast (dead or alive)? - That’s always a tough question, because for most of the characters I have no idea …

I agree with the majority of the phandom that Doug Jones would make a perfect Erik, but in my opinion an actor who is not really that famous would also fit. His name is Zeljko Ivanek. He has played in one episode of “Cold Case” and “House MD” for example and has the haggard appearance and the sad sunken eyes an Erik would need in my opinion.

For the elderly Persianmy dream cast would be Ben Kingsley. And for a younger Daroga Oliver Martinez (only how he looked in the movie ‘The Physician’) or Ali Fazal (how he looked in ‘Victoria & Abdul’).

That’s pretty much it already. I actually have no special persons or dream casts in mind for Christine and Raoul or for anyone else of the characters :/ .

10: Do you prefer Leroux!Erik, Kay!Erik, or ALW!Phantom?- Definitely Leroux! and Kay!Erik. I fear I have seen and read so many versions of PotO that these two kinda mixed in my had and became an own Erik, who can only be splitted back into his two origin parts, when I read the original books anew.

#anonymous #timebird84 answers #ask a phan

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nebulous-frog · 7 years ago

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A Rainy Day

Summary: Dan and Phil walk home from a date in the rain.

Word Count: 422

Pairing: Phan (as if I ever post anything else)

Genre: Super Fluff

Warnings: Non-water beverage mention

Link to AO3 Fics Masterlist

It was raining. Not that that was surprising; it was London, after all. Dan and Phil had been prepared this time, though, with an umbrella. They had just finished their casual date at a nearby restaurant and decided to walk back home, despite the rain.

The rain had only just started as they were leaving, beginning only as a drizzle. Dan had his right hand in his pocket and the umbrella in his left, carefully keeping their torsos dry, even if their feet did get a little splashed anyway. Phil's right hand was resting in the crook of Dan's umbrella elbow with his other hand stuffed into his pocket for warmth. They walked in a contented silence, occasionally bumping shoulders and shooting each other shy smiles. They didn't do this often enough; YouTube and all the associated work took up a lot of their time.

They walked past an elderly couple, also sharing an umbrella, who gave them knowing smiles. The woman gave Dan a wink as her husband nodded a greeting, causing Dan and Phil to blush and giggle to each other.

They were halfway home when it started to absolutely pour. They were drenched in seconds, originally trying to run to get home faster before realizing that there was no point as the water cascaded off of them like Niagara Falls.

"Phil- Phil there's nothing we can do. We may as well just keep walking. We look like drowned rats," Dan laughed.

Phil turned to him and nodded, laughing with him. Dan’s hair had somehow gotten even curlier and the rain was dribbling rivulets through his dimple. “Yeah, okay."

Dan folded up the umbrella and tucked it under his arm, offering his hand to Phil, who gladly took it.

When they got home, they changed into comfy, dry clothes. Phil pulled out their blankets and pillows to make a fort in their living room and Dan made them some hot chocolate.

Fort complete and hot cocoa prepared, they snuggled under the clumsily-made tent and put on a movie they'd already seen hundreds of times anyway.

"Thanks for tonight. I had a lot of fun," Dan mumbled into Phil's chest.

Phil gave his shoulder a light squeeze. "So did I," he quietly replied.

Dan lifted his head a bit, smiling softly. He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to Phil's lips before settling back to rest his head on Phil's chest again.

"I love you," Dan breathed.

"I love you, too," Phil whispered as they both drifted off to sleep.

#phan #phandom #fluff #phan fluff #phan drabble #drabble #established couple #hot cocoa mention

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elipssportdaclac · 4 years ago

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Trong quá trình điều trị bệnh đau mỏi vai gáy để đạt hiệu quả cao, người bệnh cần kết hợp thay đổi thói quen sinh hoạt cũng như chế độ dinh dưỡng hàng ngày

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SĐT: 02623951552 - HOTLINE: 18006854

#elipsport #theducthethao #chamsocsuckhoe

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wordsablaze · 7 years ago

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Glitter Rush

A simple teenage game of Truth of Dare leads to an interesting evening... A pretty long teen AU Phan oneshot (ft. Anthony and Louise) based on their recent trip to Spain. Enjoy!

A game of truth or dare.

Who knew such a trivial thing could lead so many new opportunities?

Dan and Phil didn't, and when they do figure it out, they find they don't really mind.

"I dare you to…" Louise trails off as she pretends to deeply contemplate their dare.

Dan groans, rolling his eyes yet again – an action that he's in the process of perfecting throughout his teenage years.

"What are we talking about?" Maria asks as they flop down in the empty seat next to Louise, dumping their schoolbag under the table.

"She can't think of a dare," Phil explains without looking up from his English homework.

"You were playing truth or dare without me?" Maria exclaims, folding their arms with a semi-serious pout on their face.

"Shut up, you... globule." Dan seems to regret the nickname as soon as it leaves his mouth, shaking his head and having to blink a stray lock of hair away from his eyes, causing Phil to chuckle under his breath and Dan to elbow him in return , which sends Phil's pencil flying at Louise.

"Cut it out! You're meant to be mature!" Louise grumbles.

"Sorry Mum," Dan grumbles, sitting back with a smug huff.

"Oh, come on, I'd have to be from the sixties or something to be your mum," Louise retorts.

Maria's face lights up as they suddenly remember something, and they turn to the boys with a suspicious grin on their face before looking at Louise. "I have an idea for your dare."

"No way, that's not a trustworthy look." Now it's Phil's turn to shake his head as he retrieves his pencil from Louise.

"You trust Dan and he looks like a-"

"Watch how you finish that sentence," Dan warns Maria, but they know he's not too serious.

"What's your dare idea?" Louise asks, curious.

"You know how you said you've gotta be from, like, the sixties…?" Maria starts.

"Ever heard of being concise and to the point?" Phil interrupts.

"We're not all doing English, you word nerd!" Maria throws back, "Anyway, I know of this great themed party…"

"Themed party?" Dan echoes, looking the exact opposite of enthusiastic.

"Uh huh. Now, shut up a sec. Right so, basically, it's this dude's birthday today and his friends planned a party for him. You have to dress up all nice and appropriate, and then go chill there. It's starting later tonight and anyone willing to go is invited."

"That's all? No catches?" Dan asks, ever the sceptical when it comes to parties.

"Nope."

Louise claps her hands gleefully. "Okay. I dare you to go with Maria to the themed birthday party."

"Oh, I'm not going," Maria corrects her, "I have some games to game."

Dan and Phil simultaneously stare at them in disbelief, their matching looks of regret sending Louise into a land of hysteria, with Maria joining soon after. It takes them a good few minutes to recover, by which time Phil has finished his essay and Dan has stolen Phil's pencil again.

"So, what do we wear?"

Louise tuts at them, "I'm picking your outfits."

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't!" Maria says, probably as their approval.

Which is why the three of them end up at some random tall guy's house, Louise using both arms to drag a stroller behind her and using her threats to drag Dan and Phil into the admittedly very aesthetic abode.

"This is definitely not the sixties," Phil declares as soon as they step inside, noticing the alarming lack of tie dye, bandanas, and peace signs.

"We'll just have to adapt." Louise shrugs, beckoning for the two disheartened boys to follow her, grinning to herself when they do, despite their evident reluctance.

"Why do you have a stroller though?" Phil asks as a girl nudges them into a spare room, clearly bored of people trailing in before they're ready; apparently the theme was a sudden change that nobody had quite prepared for – except Louise, of course.

"Because I was being hella precautious," Louise replies, already opening the zip and pulling a few shirts out.

Dan immediately grabs a metallic cream-coloured one, slipping it over his black top and leaving it unbuttoned 'for the authentic aesthetic and shit'. Phil, on the other hand, lets Louise pick one for him, laughing when she picks a strange piece of fabric that would probably be better suited as an elderly cat lady's living room curtain.

"You look like trash!" Dan laughs.

"Your mum looks like trash," Phil mutters under his breath, sticking his tongue out.

"You're teenagers!" Louise chides, pushing them both onto a stool in front of the vanity mirror.

"What are you doing?" Dan asks, frowning at the silver box Louise pulls up on to the dresser.

Louise just rolls her eyes. "What, you thought you could get away without a sprinkle of glitter to fit the seventies' theme?"

"Glitter?"

"Oh look, the room has an echo now." If dry sarcasm could have an award, Louise would get it.

Albeit grudgingly, Dan lets Louise gently brush over his face with some powder, and then use what looks like a paintbrush to dab some glitter onto the corner of his eye. She's finished the first layer of multi-coloured glitter when Phil accidentally nudges her and a strange streak of shine runs up to Dan's eyebrow.

"Phil!" Dan whines, sighing.

"Sorry!"

"You will be!" Dan starts to get up but Louie pushes him back with a firm clearing of her throat and a dramatic make-up brush flourish.

"I will fix this, don't you worry."

"You put pink glitter on my face and I will literally murder you," Dan mutters quietly, only half serious.

With a laugh, Louise gets to work, painting the silver glitter in the shape of a crescent moon as if she's done this type of thing a million times before. Once she's done, she goes over it with something that smells like a chemistry experiment gone wrong, and steps back with a satisfied "Voila!"

"That's just dan-tastic!" Phil winks.

Dan tries to simply glare, internally laughing, but his dimple gives him away and Phil smirks in satisfaction as Louise picks up her brush again. This time, she does it with a little more care. That is, until Dan purposely nudges her and causes Phil's meant-to-be-matching moon to turn into a deformed fish.

"Daaan!" Louise groans, "Why am I friends with you idiots?"

"How many other guys would let you dress them up for a themed party?" Phil asks.

Louise pretends the question is rhetorical as she sets on fixing the newest smudge. In the end, Phil ends up with what can be classed as a fish, but could be accepted as a moon, or just taken to be an example of abstract art. Either way, it's colourful and shiny and perfect to Phil.

"Thanks!" Phil beams, gently poking the hardened glitter, then frowning. "How are we meant to get this off?"

"Well, would you look at the time? You're going to be late! Bye now!" Louise manages to shove the both of them through the door before they can realise she has no idea exactly how to remove the glitter from their faces.

Phil links his arms with Dan's as they walk into the conservatory, where the loud music is radiating from. The two of them awkwardly merge into the crowd, sliding towards the food table so they can grab some edible encouragement in case of spontaneous dance break-outs.

"You guys came late! You've missed most of the dancing!" someone tells Phil.

"Sorry, we dressed for the wrong era to start with!" Phil laughs.

Dan can't help low-key admire the way Phil's social skills can seem genuine when he's talked to, as opposed to Dan, who literally refuses to utter even a single word unless his moral compass calls for it.

"That's alright, and at least you won't miss the main activity!" the guy laughs as he twirls into someone's duet, and Phil turns to Dan with a puzzled look.

"Main activity?"

"Like I know," Dan reminds him, "We're just going off what Maria said."

"They said we just had to chill!"

"They better not have been lying…"

"Yeah, because lying makes you go to hell." Phil says randomly, and Dan files that under 'things Phil has said that should be used later in life but forgotten right now'

"ALRIGHT, LISTEN THE- I MEAN, LISTEN UP!" someone, assumingly the host, bellows.

Dan and Phil both jump and crash into each other, their heads thudding and similar groans escaping them. Rubbing their throbbing heads, they turn to the guy who'd yelled and both groan again as he announces they're going to be heading out soon.

"Where exactly are we going?" Dan mutters, not expecting anyone to hear.

Someone does hear; a girl with short, curly hair turns to them with a puzzled look. "What did you do, not read the invite? We're going rollerblading…" she trails off as she walks to her friend, leaving Dan and Phil to share a look.

"Rollerblading? You must be joking…" Phil's voice is quiet, so only Dan hears, and has to fight the urge to laugh aloud. Instead, he snorts and pretends to cough in attempt to hide it.

Before either of them can find Louise to protest, they're moved along by the swarm of glittered teenagers and end up stumbling along with everyone else. Luckily, the half drunk, equally clumsy, and even more clueless students stumble just as much as them so they don't particularly stick out as idiots amongst a hive mind.

"I will never get my feet out of those," Phil comments as soon as he sees the potentially problematic devices he has to stick his feet into.

"What are you, a chicken?" Dan jokes, nudging Phil.

"Fine. Let's see who can get the least bruises."

"Get ready to lose, sucker!" Dan winks, going to grab a pair of rollerblades.

"Sucker? What are we, nine?" Phil asks himself as he follows, trying to find a pair that seem reasonable and ending up with ones that seem like they won't fuse to his limbs.

Between taunting each other, trying to slip the rollerblades on, and waiting for the mass of giggling students to diminish, it takes them a good seven minutes to actually get going, both of them immediately overbalancing and going to lean on each other, then landing with solid thuds.

Dan swears as Phil laughs and pulls himself up with the help of a passing stranger, then reaches to help. With a sigh, Dan takes Phil's hand and uses the taller boy as a ballast until they're both upright once again. He goes to unlink their hands but Phil has other ideas, firmly lacing their fingers together and smiling slyly.

"Phil…?"

"No-one's going to see us past the neon lights and purple shadows." Phil shrugs.

Dan goes to argue but gives in after he sees the bright sparkle in his favourite blue eyes and simply lets Phil pull him along, starting to move his feet forwards in alternating patterns so he can speed up and avoid pulling Phil to the floor with him. It's not long before they have a decent rhythm.

They would have been fine too, if it hadn't been for the random student that crashes into them with absolutely no warning. Accidental kicks are definitely exchanged as the three boys try to regain their balance and fail, eventually landing in an unceremonious heap.

"Sorry guys!" the boy says sheepishly, pulling himself up with an elegance that pales in comparison to the average person but shines in contrast to Dan and Phil.

"No worries. We'd probably have fallen sooner or later," Phil replies as Dan finishes inwardly cursing.

"You here with the party?"

"Why else would we be wearing these clothes?" Dan asks, still grumpy from having fallen over.

To their shock, the boy just laughs. "Fair point, mate."

"Are we in the same classes?" Phil asks, struggling to work out if they know the boy or not.

"Shouldn't think so. I'm not even in the same school as you."

Dan can't help but visibly relax, feeling a lot less guilty already. Naturally, they don't get to make much small talk because wheels aren't the best for stability and all three of them would prefer to make it home as unbruised as possible.

"Catch you guys later! If you want me, yell 'Anthony' and I'll find you!" apparently-Anthony calls over his shoulder, subtly saluting as he glides away from them.

"I'm not yelling anything," Phil says as soon as he's out of earshot.

Dan elbows Phil with a small smile, a strange emotion flowing through his stomach as he realises that their hands are still linked and Anthony hadn't made a comment about it. Of course, it's more than possible that he'd assumed they were helping each other up, or that he hadn't seen it in the first place, but a part of Dan wants to believe he didn't care at all.

Because that would mean he could carry on.

So, because they can, they do. The two of them keep their clutch on each other's hands tight as they attempt to glide around, eventually mastering the movement and giggling to each other as they whoosh past others who are trying to do the same thing.

"See? It's not so bad."

Just as Phil says that, Dan slips and emits a croaky shriek, stumbling into Phil and sending them crashing into the pillar at the side. They do stay on their feet – or rather, wheels – but it counts as a minor calamity of clumsiness anyway.

"You were saying?" Dan raises an eyebrow as they check for bruises, thankfully coming up with no obvious ones.

"Oh, shut up," Phil mutters.

"That's not what your mum said last night," Dan retorts.

Phil manages a strange combination of rolling his eyes and opening his mouth in mock surprise, resulting in an expression that quickly renders Dan incapable of standing upright, and he has to double over as he tries to breathe through his laughter.

"Don't laugh at my face, Howell."

Of course, Dan just carries on laughing.

Even though Phil tries his hardest to stay composed, he's soon smirking, then grinning, then chuckling, and pretty soon, he's also doubled over with a case of acute hysteria. He ends up slipping and sliding until he finds himself on the floor, his legs stretched out in front of him and his arm wrapped around his stomach as if physically trying to hold his laugher inside.

Dan, who'd been forced to sit down next to him because of their clasped hands, recovers first, and pulls out his miraculously undamaged phone, snapping a picture of Phil mid-laugh. He's never seen someone look so radiant.

"Oh, hey, no fair!" Phil exclaims, quickly lifting his phone close to Dan's face and taking a picture without even looking.

Dan scrunches his nose up but doesn't complain, knowing that revenge is justified. He grins at Phil. "Want to try taking a selfie?"

"Try?"

"Sorry, Mr Vocabulary. Wanna take a selfie?"

Phil chuckles, then nods, lifting his phone up and pressing his head to Dan's to get them both in the frame. For a minute, Dan worries that they'd ruined their glitter but, thanks to Louise, they both have it on opposite sides of their face and it's not really a problem.

Still giddy, Dan presses his face to Phil's, laughing when he feels the warmth from the older boy's blush, and smiles for the camera. Before he can even blink, Phil's turned round and taken a close up of Dan's glitter moon.

"What? It's a good moon."

"And yours is a great… fish," Dan decides, clicking a photo oh Phil's facial fish.

"Fish?" Phil echoes questioningly.

"Yeah… A fish… So it can go swimming in your eye…" Dan improvises, biting his lip.

Phil's loving smile of amusement is hands down the cutest thing Dan's seen in his whole life, and one hundred percent makes the surprise exercise worth it.

"It's a good thing these lights are purple, or else I would look sunburnt," Phil murmurs.

It's so peaceful sitting behind the pillar with a soft neon light shining down on them like a purple sun that they decide not to move at all.

Of course, they have to get up when someone announces that they're about to be kicked out if they don't all vanish in the next five minutes, and so they awkwardly make their way to the benches where they can pull their shoes off.

Dan manages to pull his rollerblades off with surprising ease, but Phil has to curse his previous neglect of intuition when his stay firmly jammed on his feet. Dan grins, and grabs one of the wheeled menaces, yanking with all his might as Phil pulls in the other direction. Both of them go flying, but Phil's foot emerges, unscathed aside from a dull ache.

The fact that Phil has two jammed feet means that they're the last to childishly return their rollerblades and slip on their trainers, ignoring the looks of both bemused and exasperated staff as they follow the trail of people returning to the original party address.

Of course, neither of them know that they'll pay the place a visit when they're much older, and much less immature – or rather, much better at hiding their immaturity. And, because they don't know, they assume that they've simply satiated a dare and regard the whole thing as a standalone event in their lives.

This thought naturally leads to Dan laughing as he asks, "Why on earth did we agree to do that?"

Phil shrugs, a wide smile still painted on his face. "Must have been the glitter…"

"Right. The glitter. It was definitely the glitter. The glitter on our faces. The glitter is the cause of this," Dan rambles, giggling.

"Shut up! You don't even sound this bad when you're on a sugar rush!" Phil isn't really one to say anything though, because he's laughing just as hard, fondly smiling at Dan's unnecessary commentary.

"Maybe I am on a sugar rush?" Dan looks as bewildered as a toddler being lectured on trigonometry.

"Glitter rush, more like." Phil nods solemnly, and Dan can't help but mentally compare him to a trainee teacher who's assuring themselves that they're teaching their class the right thing.

"Mhmmm…" Dan hums as their fingers interlock once again, and their shoulders brush as they swerve to avoid crashing into a lamppost.

"We're still wearing the shirts!" Phil realises suddenly, his eyes widening.

"It's not like Louise will need them," Dan says, "She probably doesn't care."

"Sure?" Phil asks, but he already knows the answer because he's smiling again.

"Sure!" Dan answers anyway, still giggling loudly.

Phil turns to Dan, grinning at his dimples and carefree smile, the way his eyes reflect the streetlights, and the glitter that's escaped his moon and landed on the rest of his skin, making him literally sparkle.

"Dan?"

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me?"

Dan smile freezes only for a moment, but his emotions must have been steadily climbing the belt before the drop on the rollercoaster because he doesn't hesitate any longer before he leans in to do exactly that, and make the bubble of joy in Phil's stomach drop faster than a theme park ride.

Phil barely remembers his initial intention and just manages to take the picture he thinks will turn out good before the two of them pull away for breath, grinning harder than Cheshire Cats.

"You took a photo? You sly little-"

"Shut up for a second and look at it?" Phil grins confidently, showing Dan the photo.

The two of them having glitter on opposite sides has worked out perfectly, and Phil's photography skills had not failed him. They're kissing, obviously, but you can see the glitter shapes on their faces shining in the foreground, with their closed eyes shadowed but distinguishable, and the glow of overhead streetlights illuminating them like angels in the candlelight.

"We look…" Dan can't even finish his sentence, his smile too wide.

"…Like we're both drunk on vintage clothing and neon spotlights?" Phil offers.

Dan laughs, and nods his agreement, gently elbowing Phil before linking their hands together and softly starting to hum nothing in particular.

As the two of them walk back together in the beautiful autumn evening, they don't think about anything else except each other, occasionally muttering something and cracking up, having to stop walking as they catch their breath.

It's already way past fashionably late when they get back to the party, but they don't care. Their fingers stay entwined and they must appear to be glued together, but they don't care. Despite being at a birthday party, they never do figure out who exactly is celebrating and wish them, or at least thank them, but they don't care.

Of course, they do afterwards blame it on their glitter rush.

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