A/N: I got this idea from this post, from the @imaginedanandphil blog, which is really good! :D Also, written in Dan’s POV!!
Summary: Dan is in the middle of a liveshow when Y/N randomly decides to be loud on the other room and distracts him. Until she ends up joining him, with unexpected results.
For fuck’s sake. Y/N was being so loud in the
other room, she was probably playing a game and having a rage fest because of
it. Or fangirling about something. One thing or the other. Maybe even both,
something to do with feels.
But since I was in the middle of a liveshow
and couldn’t exactly do much at that moment, I resolved to just roll my eyes
and grin at the camera with a resigned chuckle.
“Y/N is being so noisy” It was kind of
distracting to hear her, even if I tried to focus on the people on the chat.
“Wait I’ve got something to tell you guys before we get started.”
“What’s that Phil?” Dan and yourself were still getting the light just right, using Phil as a subject.
“I’m pregnant.” Phil grinned.
You and Dan burst out laughing. “Are you serious? Why would you even say that?”
“It’s impossible for you to get pregnant Phil.” Dan sighed.
“How do you know that, I could be an alien. I’m only here to create weird human-alien hybrid babies.” He wiggled his fingers around.
“Phillip, I think that’s enough.” you scoffed, moving to sit by him on his bed. “All that being said, let’s get started.” you shrugged, hopeless and wondering why you tried to get them to sit still for an hour in the first place. “Hey guys, I’m here with my best friend Phil and my boyfriend Dan, and we’re going to get the two of them in trouble and see who knows me better.” you couldn’t help smiling as you looked at the two of them. “Do you both have your board and marker?” Dan held his up, trying his best to seem unamused, and Phil waved his around. “We’ll start with the easiest first. What’s my favorite color?”
“Green!” Both of them screamed.
“Okay… you’re both right but you have those boards for a reason, so you don’t bust out my ear drums!” you grew louder and louder and shouted in both of their ears.
“I’m sorry.” Phil laughed, his pale face getting red.
“I guess we’re abandoning the marker boards, so just keep your points on them I guess.”
Three minutes into the video, all three of you were screaming. You had crossed the room, leaving Phil and Dan on the bed, you were furious that they had both gotten the question wrong.
“Come back!” They both called.
“I won’t, I won’t do it. Not ever.”
“We’re your best friends.” They cooed sarcastically.
“Not if you don’t know my fucking birthday. Dan, we’ve been dating for two years!”
“You’ve known Phil for you whole life!” Dan defended himself, throwing his best friend under the bus.
“I hate both of you.” You sat back down on the bed, composing yourself. “You’re both dead to me.”
“That’s sad.” Dan mumbled. You took his tally board and erased all the red tic marks he had, doing the same with Phil’s and throwing the boards on the ground.
“That symbolizes the erasure and destruction of our friendships.”
Dan hooked his arm around your neck and pulled you back onto the bed, moving tickling hands around your body, Phill covered his mouth with his hand and you screamed. “Phil! Help!”
“I can’t help I’m dead to you, remember?”
“You’re not dead, you’re not dead!” you pleaded.
“I love you.” Dan cooed, ducking his head to avoid your flailing arms. “Say you love me and I’ll stop.” Dan bargained, talking above your screams and shrieks.
“Okay!” You gasped.
“Say it, love.” He spoke sweetly and you wanted to deck him in the face.
“I love you!” You shouted, pulling your legs up to cover your body so he wouldn’t keep tickling you. You sat up, all but panting and the boys squished you in a hug. “I can’t stand either of you.” You muttered.
• Scrolling through the deep abyss of tumblr
• Probably finding some disturbing fanfiction because of it
• HOBBIT HEAD HOWELL
• Him caving and letting you style his curly locks
• Netflix binging
• Finally getting up at like 5 o'clock only to make food, but you find nothing after searching for an hour so you order a pizza
• Sharing funny, embarrassing stories
• A day full of laughter
• Wearing his over sized shirts
• Video game battles
• And him insisting that he let you win
WARNING: Pretty damn fluffy and cuteness
overload, you’ve been warned! ;)
The silence was killing me. But what was even
worse than the torture of the emptiness that filled the room was the fact that
Y/N’s eyes wouldn’t leave me.
For fuck’s safe, I was probably blushing like
a teenage girl!
“Can you stop
staring at me?” After a long pause, I finally gathered up the courage to speak
I cautiously glanced at her and saw something
that warmed my heart and deeply embarrassed me at the same time. The way Y/N
was looking at me.
My friend was looking at me like I was the
sky during the night, filled with the beautiful stars that light it all up. Like
I was the most wonderful thing in the world. I could read her mind at that moment, and I knew how
adorable she thought I was.
“Why are you so shy all of a sudden, Dan?”
That bloody smug smirk plastered on her soft lips was so attractive that it
soothed my anger.
And I was determined to keep on seething
until the embarrassment eventually disappeared, but she was making it hard for
“I just kissed you in front of the whole world
and expressed how adorable I think you are!”
“Could be worse” My friend wiggled her
eyebrows, making a dramatic pause. “You could have kissed me in the lips”
Pairing: Dan Howell x reader, reader x Phil Lester (platonic)
Genre: Tiny bit of fluff, but def mostly smut
Word count: 2.537
You had always been good friends with Phil Lester, and when he befriended Dan Howell back in 2009, you instantly became his friend to. But not long after you had to move to London for a job in the finance department of a big firm. A few years went by, where you didn’t see Dan and Phil very often. You only saw Phil on holidays, when you went home to your family in Rawtenstall. But when Phil happily announced to you, that himself and Dan would be moving into an apartment together in Manchester, you had to visit them. But that was the only time you saw them in a year, until they – much to your excitement – moved to London in the summer of 2012. From then your friendship picked up from where you left it.
Prompt: hey you said youd do youtuber imagines so could you do one with danisnotonfire where he intrduces you to his audience in a tag video? thanks
“Today’s the day”
you thought. You were terrified, excited, but terrified. Last week, Dan had told you that he thought
it was time to introduce you to everyone who watched his videos. At first, you
were against the idea but you loved him, so if this was what he wanted then you
said you would be happy to do it.
“You ready babe?” Dan called from his bedroom.
“Yeah, just give me a minute!” You called back from the bathroom. “Okay Y/N, just breathe” you whispered
to yourself. Taking a deep breath and looking up into the mirror, you fluffed
your hair up a little and made your way into Dan’s room.
“Okay, so how do we do this?” you asked.
“Well erm, I guess I’ll do my intro and then you can just slide into the shot?”
“Yeah,” you agreed “sounds good to me” you weren’t very enthusiastic about it
but you had to put on a good front for Dan.
Dan began his introduction you waited for his signal to move
into the shot. “So I guess it’s time to introduce you guys to my girlfriend,
Y/N!” Dan smiled. You rolled your chair into the shot and sat there smiling;
you couldn’t help but feel awkward. Dan sensed this and tried to put you at
ease before continuing to explain the day’s video to his camera.
“Okay let’s get started shall we?” Dan said, turning to you.
You nodded in response. He turned to face the camera again. “Okay, so this is
the boyfriend/girlfriend tag…” there was a slight pause, “what has my life
become?” Dan questioned.
“That’s the first question is it?” you asked with a grin.
Dan began to laugh, “Oh no, it’s too early in the video to get that deep, I’ll
save my existential crisis for later.” The two of you laughed before Dan said “right,
Y/N, you and I will take turns asking and answering the questions, are you
“As I’ll ever be!” you answered.
“Okay, question number one, who said ‘I love you’ first? Wow, straight in at
the deep end with the big questions!”
“Tell me about it, what happened to good old ‘how did you meet?!” you remarked
before giving your answer. “You did, you said it first and I said it straight
back…” you scrunched up your face and with a smile added, “Well almost anyway.”
“Correct! Wait, is there a points system?”
“No Dan, I don’t think there’s a points system considering we should both know
all the answers” you teased.
“Right next question, hit me up” Dan remarked.
You shook your head. “Okay, the next question is,” you paused to look at your
phone and find the next question, “where was our first date?”
“Our first date, okay so if we don’t include the day we met or time spent
together before we were actually together…”
You could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to remember. “I’m
going to have to press you for an answer” you said in your best gameshow host
“Okay okay, I THINK it was..” he paused again and put his hand to his face, “was
it the Italian, the one near Central?”
You paused, letting him sweat and doubt his answer. “Correct!” you shouted, watching
his face fill with relief.
two of you answered a few more questions, neither of you giving an incorrect
answer. As Dan wrapped up the video, you couldn’t help but smile. After a while
you had forgotten the camera was there and all of your nerves had gone.
“See, that wasn’t too bad, was it!” Dan beamed as he turned the camera off.
“No, I guess it wasn’t” you replied with a smile. “I won’t be starting a
YouTube channel of my own anytime soon though” you raised an eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t expect anything else from you” Dan smiled as he walked over to you
and wrapped his arms around you in a warm embrace.
you guys would probably go in being all prepared and ready to make the best kick ass cupcakes for some up coming holiday
and phil would probably go all over board like it’s some master chef cooking show
like this man child would have judging sheets, narrate the whole process in some annoying announcers voice (”will y/n have enough time to ice and plate his/her creation???), and he’d have a whole array of utensils, that you’ve never even heard of, lined up and ready to go
dan would be trying to mix it all together and the mixer would probably go hay wire on him and fly out of the bowl, sending flower and sugar everywhere!!
let’s be real, phil and you would be pouring the batter into the little cups and tins and finding less and less of it every time you go back for another scoop
and you’d find it all over dan’s mouth
“i didn’t eat it i swear!” (as he licks the raw dough off of his fingers)
phil would, again, go overboard with the timer and clock down
and once everythings done baking you guys would decorate the crap out of it all
and get covered in frosting
and in the end it would be a competition for world’s ugliest cupcake
Stuck on an airplane for the next seven hours was absolutely horrifying. You resented the people in first class “Man, they get champagne and I get stale pretzels. Perfect!” The guy seated next to you - which you hardly payed enough attention to - let out a chuckle accompanied by a nod.
“Then you should be delighted by the sleeping arrangements. You know, the cool air and ‘soft’ seats that will serve as pillows,” this time you let go of your arm and looked at him with a smile plastered onto your face.
He was tall. That was your first thought, next, he was cute and British.
“So, you venture off into London often?” You could tell he was nervous, but not from the thought of flying, the thought of speaking. As you open your mouth to speak a fly comes buzzing around like it owns the place. “Poor fly, doesn’t know he’s going to end up in a whole new country!” He jokes.
And at that moment your fear is gone, vanished, as though it flew away and never existed
“Aww, no family or friends either,” And soon you begin a conversation with your airplane neighbor, he’s opening up about how he and his friend were separated because someone accidentally booked another person before him and he was stuck with a rescheduled flight while his friend was safe and home without him. You mentioned moving for a photography job and just overall London seemed new and generous. After a few needed jokes and random talks about hair to genetics you both hunkered down for sleep.
[ 12:28 am ]
“This feels like a romantic comedy, leave out the romance and the perfectly timed lines,” you thought for a second, swatted the annoying fly for another time, - of course this fly had been into trouble with other passengers before it decide on you two - and spoke. “You’re totally right, the ugly duckling movie playing above us couldn’t be any less romantic,” he gave in to temptations and began to snooze before you could utter another word. While he silently dozed away on your shoulder, you thought a little. ‘He never once brought up his criminal abundances,’ and you just smiled at your own poor joke. 'Not to mention his job!’ You had basically mentioned yours with the photography and he just nodded away and joked, but never once did he speak of himself other than about him and his friend. You though nothing of it at the time and mentally slapped your past self. 'Maybe he doesn’t like talking about his occupation!’ That was reasonable, after all your aunt worked at the local taco bell and was hesitant towards answering that question.
And then, almost like magic, he put a hand over your mouth. You glared at him and he showed no sign of resistance when you pulled his hand away. “Um, care to explain?”
“You spoke out loud,” and at that moment you burst out laughing. Yep, lucky you. A few flight attendants asked you to be quite and a young woman with a baby ahead of you scowled more than what her wrinkles could allow. Yep, lucky you. The whole time Dans - as you learned his name earlier on - dimples showed brightly amongst himself. You gave him your own scowl - trying your best to replicate the woman - and turned away. None the less he still hung his head on your shoulder and you dubbed it useless to escape seeing as he was a giant.
[ 6:43 am ]
You awoke with a little drool on your mouth. Your hair a complete mess and your clothes a little more wrinkled than yesterday. You thanked god that he also did not look the best.
He had a very small but noticeable stubble. His curly hair turned extra curly, and he just looked out of it.
“Not a morning person either?” He exclaimed before swatting away the fly that you two had named Freedumb. You harshly nodded and regretted it as the kink in your neck still hadn’t dispersed. Everyone was in a terrible hurry and getting your suitcases was complete and utterly hopeless. With people pushing and prodding, you thought you might’ve died right then and there. But out of no where Dan pried open your sweaty - more like clammy - hands and held them as a kind gesture. You could sense his nerves as well as he could sense your concentration of the exit way.
There were separate lines and thankfully Dan had managed a clear spot in yours. He never let go and for that moment you wished you’d never stop staring at his deep and shallow eyes. Finally after countless mess up and near death tramples, you had gathered your belongings, himself, and headed towards the taxi’s.
For a moment you felt lost, as thought your home had been gone for a while and you were an orphan, but as you stood with your hair still a mess and a pair of eyes on you, you bursted out in a rush of air, “Kiss me!”
Ok listen, it sounded more like a plea of help from a lost child seeking their mother but he wasn’t one to judge. Sure, he was take aback by your bold statement but he quickly latched onto your pale and soft lips.
“I should get rebooked more often,” and from that moment on you both had an interesting story of the day you fell in love. You even wondered what happened to Freedumb, probably stowed away to get back home deciding that the rain was too much and his family was his only home.
AWW MY BABES THAT WAS THE BEST THING I’VE EVER MADE!!! 😩👌🏻Agree? Part 2?
A/N: Hi, i still can’t write smut but this is the most decent one of ever written so i hope you enjoy you sinners lmao (jk i’m the one that wrote it)
Song(s) Used: My My My - Troye Sivan
Pairing: Dan x Reader
Word Count: 1142 words
Dan and I had a very weird relationship, where we were basically in a relationship, but it was a casual relationship. You know when you first start seeing someone and neither of you know where you stand? It was exactly that, but oh my my my, I knew Dan would eventually be the death of me.
We both knew where this relationship was going, but neither of us we’re willing to take the next step and do something about it. It was very evident that Dan wanted what I wanted, but still, no one was willing to do anything about it.
‘Shine on, diamond, don’t make me wait another day. Cause passion is passion, you know it just as well as me’
The question was banging in my head. ‘Dan, where do you see us going? What are we?’ it was like an echo, just constantly repeating, in my head just wanting to come out, but i couldn’t.
Our relationship was very passionate when we were alone, passion played a big part in our relationship, so why weren’t we doing anything about it?
Dan can see the look on my face as he has his arms wrapped around me in an embrace on his sofa. “What’s wrong?” he asks, and now I know I have to do something about the echoes in my head.
‘Now let’s stop running from love, running from love; let’s stop my baby. Let’s stop running from us, running from us; let’s stop my baby.’
It had now gone from an echo in my head down to a burning sensation in my throat, the question was aching to come out, so why was I holding it down?
“Dan? Where do you see us going?” and with that, the burning in my throat is gone, but now its moved to my stomach. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, maybe i should’ve ignored the burning and the echoes and just tried to repress it.
“What do you mean?” he asks, looking at me quizzically, confused. I take a deep breath in, to try and relieve some of the nerves and then finally asked the big question.
“What are we?” and there it was, out in the open. The big question I had been wanting to ask for weeks, no, months.
I can feel Dan tense up slightly, knowing he didn’t have an answer for my question, and all of a sudden I felt extremely guilty, for putting that pressure on him for labelling our relationship. But i don’t wanna be left in the dark anymore, I wanna know.
“Let’s just stop running from love, and running from us for a sec, so we can figure out what this is because, Dan, I hate being left in the dark and questioning if we are ever going to go anywhere” I admitted, my heart racing with every word that was said. It honestly felt like my heart was about to jump out of my throat.
“Does this answer your question?” Dan asks, instantly connecting his lips to mine, his hands around my waist as mine go into his hair. The kiss deepens as his tongue dances with mine, his hands going from my waist to in my hair.
Oh my my my
‘Spark up, buzzcut; i’ve got my tongue between your teeth. Go slow, no, no go fast, you like it just as much as me’
With my tongue between his teeth, he lifts me up and takes me to his room, as he lifts me, i feel what is presumably ‘little dan’ poke into my thigh, making me more excited for what’s about to happen.
He puts me on the bed, and immediately takes off of his shirt, his mouth returning to mine, and with each breath we take, more articles of clothing are strewn across his bedroom floor. His lips go to my neck, sucking and biting, as i let out quiet moans as he attacks the flesh on my neck. His fingers brush down my stomach to where I desperately needed him, he thrusts one finger in me and then another, continuing with me neck.
‘I need you’ I whisper through quiet moans, and that just seemed to be enough. He inserts himself into himself into me, going slow at first, waiting for to adjust to him. And as i adjust, his thrusts get faster, and faster.
I moan louder and louder with each thrust, and each movement. I almost feel lost in a haze with him moving in me.
And I can tell Dan likes this just as much as me with his slight groans and quiet moans he emits.
“Faster” I moan to him, and he listens to my command going faster, and faster. It felt euphoric, and I could tell with his sloppy movements he was getting close. As he continues to thrust into me, he moves his thumb and rubs my clit, so I can get close to, and it works.
I feel a sensation building in my stomach as Dan groans and releases, his thumb still going on my clit to get me to finish. The sensation in my stomach becomes more apparent as i get closer. And then, as i creep even closer, I throw my head back, releasing moans as I finish.
The sensation in my stomach is now gone and both Dan and I are sweaty messes.
Dan lays next to me, cuddling me and putting a kiss on top my head.
Oh my my my
‘Should be the last night ever, should be the last night we’re apart. Got my name on this treasure on this treasure’
Dan still has my cuddled in his arms, as one arm plays with my hair, stroking and twirling each strand of hair in between his fingers.
“Well, that definitely answered my question.” I giggled as Dan laughed at my comment, moving closer to me, if that was even possible.
“I know we’ve been in the dark about our relationship, but I love you so much, and I hope this means you never have to question where we are in our relationship again. You’re mine and i’m yours for as long as you want me.” Dan confesses, and with that, my heart bursts. I smile at him, as i connect our lips together in a sweet and loving kiss, that sealed the deal
Oh my my my…
‘Oh my my my, i die every night with you. Oh my my my, living for your every move”
A/N: This is my first fic I’m posting on here and I’m a lil nervous, ngl. I hope you like it! Please send in requests!
Pairing: Dan Howell x Gender Neutral Reader
Genre: I-could-actually-puke fluff
Word count: 444 words
“Oh fuck” a voice yelled down the hall before a loud thudding sound as the person could be heard falling down the stairs.
“Babe, what did I tell you about wearing socks on those stairs?” I shouted over the video I was watching. There was no answer. Dan, as much as I loved him, was a total klutz sometimes, and forgot that running up hardwood stairs and socks were not a good idea.
I took my headphones off and stood slowly, walking towards the door when I heard a faint:
“I’m fine, Y/N.”
I step out into the hallway and there he is, on the landing of the stairs, struggling to stand up.
“You really need those socks with grips if you’re going to keep doing this, Dan.” I said, stepping down and tugging gently on his arm.
“That’s not a bad idea.” He grumbled.
Taking his hand gently, I pulled him up the stairs (once he had taken his socks off) into the bathroom. I tugged on the hem of his shirt and he removed it for me. There were a couple of scrapes on his arms and the bruises from previous falls had only seemed to have gotten worse.
“You’re so blue I could call you a smurf.” I smirked, dabbing and the little dots of blood pooling on his elbow.
“Oh shut up.” He mumbled, kind of looking down at the ground. I could tell this was bothering him.
“Babe, I’m teasing…” I said gently, still cleaning his skin.
“I know. I just hate that I’m so fucking clumsy. Even the fans are picking up on it and they’re merciless when it comes to that kind of thing.”
“I know babe. But it’s okay! It’s a part of you, and there’s not a thing I would change about you.” I whispered into his ear, pressing a gentle kiss to his jawline.
I felt him smile against my cheek. Another thing I loved about him was his smile. I would kill to see it more often.
“There you go, love. All cleaned up.” I pulled away, tossing the remains of the bandaging into the bin. I turned around and looked back at his face. He had that glimmer in his eyes that they call Heart Eyes Howell. I felt my cheeks heat up and looked away quickly. He took my hand in his.
“You’re the best doctor I could ask for, Y/N. Thank you.”
Suddenly my eyes found his again, “For what?” I asked softly.
“For putting up with me and my idiocy.” He smiled, placing his other hand gently on my cheek.
Caleb was a sweet kid. Brown curls just like Dan’s, dimples to match, but blue eyes inherited from his father’s ex.
Dropped at Dan’s doorstep at two weeks old thanks to a two month relationship gone wrong and a mother who was very incapable of taking care of another human, he quickly became a mute.
Dan said since he started raising the kid he was only ever silent, so when he spoke it was nothing but confusion and shock.
Sitting on the beige couch, his tiny three year old voice spoke weakly, “Momma,” It came out of no where and when you heard it you swore it was the wind. After a second round it occurred to you that the little boy sitting next to yourself had spoken their first words and it was ‘Momma.’
You nearly choked after a third time and when he said it his face grew wide with a grin. You hugged him close into you, a feeling of intense accomplishment and emotions profoundly made it’s way to you.
He came running - jogging - in, his face contorted with worry. “What?!” he exhaled. You took a moment to commemorate the fact that Dan had - attempted - ran to your calling. You pointed to the boy in your arms. “He spoke Dan! He really did I swear. He said Momma.” Soon a smile appeared on his face, he enveloped the two of you in a hug.
“I MISSED IT.” Dan looked lost. You quickly gave him a pat on the back to console him. He gave a kiss to Caleb’s forehead and quickly retorted, “Why not Dadda?”
“Dan Howell, are you jealous? Shouldn’t you be celebrating this moment.” You said. He slumped down, a pouty expression covering his face, he withdrew from you taking Caleb in his arms.
“No, I’m not jealous at all,” his posh accent went heavy and a gentle laugh replaced his frown.
“Maybe we should have a kid ? Then you won’t miss his first wor-”
“ONe kid is enough, thank you,” a small laugh escaped your lips and Caleb even gave a giggle, his little hands reaching for you. Dan gave a glare to the boy who clearly favoured you over him.
“Dan, it’s just a phase.”
“Y/n you know it’s not a phase,” Dan was right, in a few years he would probably be a full fledged Momma’s boy, but that wouldn’t stop Dan from trying to win him over with Winnie the Pooh.