dan the unapologetic

Paper Stars

Summary: Dan starts to get love notes in his locker in the form of origami stars, so he gets the help of his best friend, Phil, to figure out who it is.
Word Count: 2,398
Warnings: cussing
A/N: Thanks to @insanityplaysfics as always for giving me ideas. I’m a fucking sap recently because my boyfriend proposed to me and I just wanna write a crapton of fluff and puke rainbows everywhere. This is short and sweet, which is very rare for me! I hope you like it anyways!
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The day Dan opened his locker to a strange slip of paper folded into an origami star was one of the strangest moments of his life.

“What,” Dan said simply, giving the offending paper a strange look. He bent down and retrieved it, staring at it long and hard. It was thin, made with a flowery paper, and he could just make out words written in very small print on it. “What,” Dan said again.

With a small amount of struggle, Dan managed to unwrap the star, revealing the writing inside. The script was sloppy to the point where Dan thinks it was written with the wrong hand. Dan said “what” again and the word didn’t even sound like it was real anymore. It took him a few minutes to read what it said due to the scribble, but he eventually managed.

‘i used to stare out the window because i thought the scenery was beautiful. Then i saw you and suddenly the world didnt seem nearly as captivating as before.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please write Highschool Egobang with Arin as the cool kid and Danny as the shy kid :)

(Ohhh this is a role reversal compared to what I normally see- hell yeah!!)

High school is not as the movies set it up to be. Dan walks into the building and feels like he’s been punked, 21 Jump Street circa 2012 style. He’d come with his leather jacket and over-the-shoulder messenger bag, black, expecting to be admired for his roughness, his black eyeliner, and his meticulously applied apathy– instead he’s in his first period class alone in the back, and up front there is a colorful swarm surrounding the real figurehead of high school coolness: Arin Hanson. 
Dan isn’t mad at Arin, isn’t jealous, just a little bit surprised. He’s not what Dan would’ve penned under ‘cool’ or ‘popular’ back in middle school. He’s got his hair back in this casual ponytail, with several more hair-bands lined up on his wrists, and he’s dressed so casually. Well, perhaps honestly is the word. He’s not trying to fool anybody about the kind of guy he is. A rumpled Sailor Moon shirt, pastel pink, and some worn-out blue jeans mark his daily attire. He can’t tell now from the back, but walking in Dan might’ve caught a hint of mascara or lipgloss on him as well. He’s kind of… beautiful, Dan has to admit. He’s unapologetically whatever he is, and people seem to love him for it. 
And Dan feels like a schmuck for trying to be anything less than himself, suddenly. Maybe if he’d ditched all the black and wore than Zelda shirt Avi had gotten him last Sunday, when they were back to school shopping, he could be up there laughing and cracking jokes with Arin. Maybe he wouldn’t feel this sticky sap of shame and loneliness creeping up over him. 
‘I could always try tomorrow,’ Dan thinks, laying his head down on his desk. ‘But am I being a poser if I stop posing to be myself? If people see me go from this to nerdy tomorrow, they’ll have to think that I’m trying to be some hipster, trying to copy others so I’ll fit in–’
“Hey!” 
Dan looks up. Blinks at what he sees. 
Arin is twisted around in his chair with his arm slung over the back, grinning at him easily. Shy and taken aback, Dan’s cheeks flare, and the kid seems to notice– his grin grows ever wider. 
“Uh… yeah?” 
“You’re new, right? Just transferred here?” 
“Y-Yeah.” 
“You wanna come up here and introduce yourself? C’mon, what’s your name?” 
“Oh… yeah… sure.” So he struggles out of the stupid desk, his long legs trying to trap him to the jail of a seat, and slumps up towards the others. “So… I’m Dan.” 
“Good to meetcha, Dan!” Arin says cheerily, and holds out a hand to him. Dan takes it and his grip is intense; he shakes them up and down firmly, then lets go and fist bumps Dan’s open palm. The crowd around him laughs, and he prays it’s not at him. “Good to meet you, too.” 
“I like your jacket.” 
Dan reddens. “Hah, yeah, well… I moved here from New Jersey, and it’s colder there, so I wasn’t expecting it to be so warm today–” 
“Dude. It’s cool, you don’t have to explain it to me.” 
He smiles at his shoes and nods, feeling like an ansty peasant scrambling to please a benevolent king. The king is already calm and kind, and the harder he tries the more it shows what a lemming he is. 
God, this is embarrassing. 
“Hey,” 
Suddenly his hand is enveloped in warmth– Arin’s bigger one, wrapping it around his skinny fingers and resting his thumb on the palm. He could rub soothing circles onto the skin, if he were so inclined. 
Dan’s head shoots up to look at him like a deer in headlights, the whole of him bristling and burgundy. He feels like he’s being given a gift, some kind of royal courtesy from the king. 
“Y-yeah?” 
Arin smiles up at him warmly, that easy grin showing teeth, now, white and shining. He raises his eyebrow in a silent question –you okay?– but there is a kind of mischief in his eyes that betrays his enjoyment. That he’s enjoying Dan’s skittishness. 
“You wanna sit with me at lunch today? I’ll wait outside your fourth period class and take you from there. The school’s big, so you might have trouble finding the cafeteria, and you look like the type to get lost, anyway.” 
Dan might as well have just heard “you” “me” “lunch” and “today.” 
“Is that cool with you?” 
“Yeah man,” Arin answers, nodding. “If it’s cool with you.” 
Like a small wind, the tiniest gust, Dan agrees in a whisper: “So cool.” 

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and so fucking- jesus that was a lot of you guys thank you all, really, for following this…mess. i know it’s not all of you, and who knows this might not even tag /any of you/ because /i’m on mobile/ and yeah. but thanks everyone, i’m gonna have to give you guys a collective nickname because i think it’d be cool, but i’ll let you guys pick and i’ll shut up now

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Thankful

Summary: Following the events of “I’m thankful for you, Phil” from this liveshow on the 24th of November, 2016. Basically just fluff.

Genre/Tags: Literally just fluff, ugh I can never get enough (rhyme not intended) and establishedrelationship!phan

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction. I am not making assumptions or statements about any of the characters/people shown in this story, it’s all for the sake of story-telling and should not be taken seriously.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I’ve had the idea in my head for a while and I just felt like writing it down! It doesn’t really have any plot but at least it’s fluffy :) Enjoy!

>•<

“I’m- I’m thankful for all our audience on YouNow right now.”

“Awwwww. I’m thankful for you, Phil.”

“AWWWWWW.”

“Is that what you wanted? Is that what you fucking wanted?”

“Hey!”

Dan and Phil were sat together in their living room, mere minutes into their liveshow for the week. The conversation of Thanksgiving had come up, inspiring these reactions.

Messages from fans stating what they were thankful were soon drowned out by a flood of mixed responses, some of them losing it over Dan’s initial confession and others speculating the statement that had followed it.

Phil knew that Dan wasn’t being hurtful, he was just taking the piss out of the shippers who were watching. No doubt they’d remark on his sass later.

He’d always been able to see through the younger’s veneer of sarcasm and wit. He knew that at heart, Dan was a hopelessly and unapologetically affectionate guy… He just didn’t feel comfortable sharing it with anyone most of the time.

Well, anyone except for Phil.

Dan hadn’t always been great at conveying his emotions, but on the rare occasion that he’d reveal his softer self, it was only ever around Phil, the only one he truly trusted.

He felt thankful to be the exception.

>•<

A few hours later they were both in bed, Dan with his back to Phil, who had wrapped his arms around him in a warm embrace. The elder had rested his head in the crook of the younger’s neck and their legs were tangled. Phil was fully prepared for the oncoming winter chills with a long-sleeved shirt and pyjama bottoms, meanwhile Dan lay shirtless. They both knew it was just a ploy for extra cuddles for ‘much-needed warmth’, but neither were complaining.

A relaxed atmosphere settled in the room. The usually-bustling city of London even seemed to have quietened down for once, as if just for them.

They were nowhere near asleep, however. Most nights before being overtaken by exhaustion, they would simply talk in whispered tones. They could talk about anything, from points as deep as what their purpose in the universe was to topics as random and insignificant as how ants could carry objects over ten times their weight. To them it didn’t matter - they loved talking, and most importantly they loved talking to each other.

Tonight’s topic was the upcoming Christmas season. Well at least, that’s where Phil was hoping it would lead.

“Phil, it’s November.”

“So? December’s less than a week away!”

“Soooo… there’s a time and place for everything, and this is neither the place or time.”

“You’re no fun.”

“I never said I was.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if I withheld all cuddles and kisses until we begin to celebrate?”

“You’d be punishing yourself.”

“I’ll survive.”

“No, you won’t.”

Sometimes Phil felt like they knew each other too well.

“I hate you,” he murmured into his lover’s shoulder.

Dan gave a low chuckle before they both fell into a comfortable silence, snuggling closer together.

Phil recalled their earlier occurrence doing their liveshow.

“Dan?”

“Hmmm?”

“You are thankful for me, right?”

Dan gave another chuckle. He’d obviously realised what Phil was referring to.

“Well, I wasn’t thankful to find my cereal box empty this morning…”

“Ugh, here we go.”

“…or to nearly hit my head ‘cus all the kitchen cupboards were open…” Dan continued.

“It’s not my fault you don’t bother to look where you’re going!”

“…or to discover your contact lens pot on the tap…”

“Jesus Christ…” muttered Phil with a small chuckle.

“…or to see another crack on the tiles, which is gonna piss off the landlord–“

“You’re practically asking for a fight at this point.”

Dan repositioned himself so that he was lying on his back. With a mischievous glint in his eye he looked up at the elder, who had retracted his arms and was now leaning on his elbow, staring back into his chocolate eyes with a playful expression on his face.

“You wanna go, old man?”

“‘Old’? I’m not even thirty!”

“Nah you’re ancient, and you’re going down!”

Phil shook his head in amusement, never taking his eyes off of the younger’s form. Despite the darkness and his poor eyesight, being in such lose quarters and a little bit of light filtering through the window meant he could just about see normally.

Instead of replying, he leant down and pressed his lips against the other’s. The younger responded accordingly, leaning into and deepening the kiss, unaware of his pillow being pulled out from beneath his head.

Phil broke off the kiss, and Dan started…

“Ever the pacifist, aren’t–“

…before the missing pillow collided with his face. Before he could realise what was going on, Phil had straddled him and began attacking him with the pillow again.

“What– mph– you– pftft– cheeky– STO– affp–“

Dan tried reaching for another pillow, but somehow Phil had managed to move all of them out of his reach with his spare hand. He tried to get up unsuccessfully, so his only option was to protect his face by covering it with his arms.

Around the time Phil realised that his efforts were becoming futile (and his arms were becoming tired, though he wouldn’t admit it) the rather one-sided pillow fight devolved into a tickle fight, with Phil attacking Dan’s sides and Dan rolling around helplessly, tears of mirth rolling from his eyes. Oh, did he regret going to bed shirtless.

Eventually Phil ended his onslaught and both boys resumed their previous positions, Dan on his back and Phil facing him while laying on his side. The former’s eyes were shut and a small content smile had formed on his face, but the latter just gazed at him.

Phil marvelled at how of all people, he’d been the lucky one to end up with this man. This man, who he’d toured the world with, written two books with, who had brightened up his world since their first Skype call all those years ago. Funny, kind, interesting, intelligent and good-looking, what wasn’t to love about him?

He absent-mindedly started to play with the younger’s curly hair, which prompted him to open his eyes. When he noticed the way in which Phil was looking at him he asked playfully,

“What?”

Phil took his time before replying.

“I just really love you.”

Dan snorted and shook his head, but with a blush and a smile creeping up on his face.

He replied with, “You’re such a sap,” before rolling onto his side with his back facing towards the elder, a clear invitation for more spooning which was then happily accepted.

They both just lay there, listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing and enjoying each other’s presence. Phil pulled the other closer to him, disagreeing with the concept of ‘distance’, whatever that was.

As he started to succumb to sleep, Dan’s quiet voice rang out.

“I am thankful for you, Phil.”

Phil started to say something, but was interrupted by Dan’s continuation.

“I’m thankful for you, Phil, even though I have trouble showing it, being the shitty person I am. I’m thankful that you’re patient enough to deal with my problematic self, because Christ knows no one else would. I’m thankful for the fact that you’ve stuck by me for, what, seven years now? We’ve had our ups and downs but we’ve always pulled through, and I’m thankful that you’ve always been willing to make it work - most people would have given up, but you didn’t and look where we are now because of it. I’m thankful that you found me and managed to pull me out of that dark hole I was in. I had no friends, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and I fucking hated myself, but I’m still here because of you. Yes, you do steal my cereal and you leave cupboard doors open and god-knows-what else, but those imperfect habits make you more interesting. They make you ‘you’. Thank you for for loving me, for being you, and just putting up with my shit generally. So I am very fucking thankful, and I want you to know that.”

Phil could feel tears pooling in his eyes, but he held them back as he jokingly replied with,

“And you think I’m a sap?”

“Shut up,” Dan quietly said while lightly shoving Phil, but one could hear the smile in his voice.

“I’m thankful for you too, you know. Whether it’s the little things, like making me breakfast in bed when I’m sick, or the bigger things, like speaking up for and defending me when no one listens or cares, I’m sure as hell lucky to have you. I could literally go on for hours about it, which is probably not the best idea at 2:00 in the morning when we have to get up for an early meeting but I will anyway. I’m thankful, and I’m definitely more thankful for you than you are for me because I’m pretty sure I can’t be any more in love–”

“Nuh-uh, I have to disagree with that last part.”

“It is true, Daniel, and you’ll have to accept it.”

“Is not.”

“Is.”

“Is not.”

“Is.

“Is not.”

“Is– Ugh, are we really doing this?”

“Seems like it, but honestly we really need to get to sleep.”

“Yes, let’s.”

And if both boys woke up later that morning with smiles on their faces, neither commented on it.

>•<

Idk even know what this was, but I enjoyed writing it! I hope you enjoyed it too, and thank you for reading! (Ugh the word ‘thankful’ has rather lost its meaning for me now lmao)

List of things I would like to see from dan and Phil this year:
-day in the life
-more challenges
-domestic side channel videos
-uncontrollable laughing
-main channel videos/ stories
-a nail painting video???
-baking videos
-then being more comfortable with each other and themselves
-genuine, unapologetic happiness

Feel free to add more! :)