domestic dorks

Viktuuri + money headcanons

Since the first round of headcanons went down well:

  • Figure skating is hella expensive okay like, even with the many sponsorship deals and prize money you wouldn’t be making an extortionate salary 
  • Despite being a bit of an airhead, Viktor is smart about money and invests it in the right places, leading to his sizeable fortune 
  • Though of course Viktor would make more money than the average male figure skater anyway considering he’s pretty much confirmed male model thanks to Yuuri’s bedroom
  • Viktor not attempting to be extra or anything, he just buys what he likes, whether it’s Gucci sunglasses or a high street branded sweater though we know he has hella fashion sense
  • Who are we kidding though this man probably gets gifted stuff by designers
  • All in all though it’s not like he just throws money away or anything 
  • Until he gets together with Yuuri 
  • Sugar daddy mode activate
  • Viktor appreciates Yuuri so much, he’s his muse and inspiration after all, the first person Viktor has ever truly loved like that 
  • It starts pretty innocently, with items Yuuri happened to show a liking to during window shopping showing up as surprise gifts 
  • Opera tickets and a fancy meal whenever Yuuri has an incredible day of training 
  • Surprise plane tickets back to Hasetsu in time for Hiroko’s birthday 
  • Viktor just really likes spending money on Yuuri because he’s literally his world and he deserves everything he could ever want 
  • Yuuri secretly feeling a bit out of place and embarrassed with all the expensive gifts and dates out though Viktor never lets him see the price tag 
  • The one time he saw how expensive the pink Cadillac was he screamed
  • Yuuri not wanting to just be some trophy husband 
  • So he gives back in his own way
  • Ultimate college student Yuuri teaching Viktor the art of couponing and sneaky voucher combinations 
  • Making the best home cooked meals ever because Viktor spent the majority of his adult life living off salads and the occasional take out 
  • Little crafted gifts that are really kind of dumb but make Viktor’s face light up like a Christmas tree 
  • Yuuri making a little origami ninja star thing (which he used to be good at as a distraction from his anxiety) and though it’s really not complicated, Viktor absolutely adores it 
  • Just… Viktuuri appreciating and showing their adoration for each other in their own way 

Bonus: you’d expect the whole gifts for sex thing to go down but no like they’re both too busy wiping the tears from each other’s eyes and hugging each other, whispering words of love 

This fun so feel free to request a topic or whatever I like doing these

Adorkable (a phanfic)

Summary: Just a little something with no real plot about Dan and Phil being their usual dorky selves.

Genre/Tags: Fluff n stuff, domesticity, comfort, dorks being dorks

Warnings: Profanity/swearing (this is Dan and Phil we’re talking about, so it’s to be expected); one very, very brief reference to kinks/sex (you have to squint to see it)

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

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Inspired by a moment from the PINOF 8 Bloopers where Dan talks about his ‘Dandle’ and Phil gives a cute eyeroll (even though i didn’t mention it in the story), I though it was too good of a prompt to pass up! (Lbr though, there were so many cute moments in PINOF 8 as a whole, they’re too precious to exist.)

Also, the events that take place in this are in no particular chronological order so yeah

(This was so much longer than I expected it to be, but as it’s my first I’m pleased with the final result!)

Reviews/advice are appreciated ^_^

Thank you to @kathax397 for being my beta! :3

>•<

Dan often found himself contemplating why his and Phil’s fans called them dorks.

He wasn’t disagreeing, it was just funny to see how the phandom responded to the way they presented themselves, especially as its opinion could change from day to day. One day they might be called ‘soft and squishy’, the next ‘dads’ and ‘sexy noodles’.

Other opinions stayed consistent - they were normally the truest ones. Nerds? Hell, yeah. Lanky? You know it. In love? Of fucking course. Well, the last one wasn’t information they’d released to the world just yet but their fans could see it anyway.

‘Dorks’ seemed to be more on the consistent side.

Dan pondered the accuracy of this statement. Just how dorky were they?

>•<

The two of them were sat in their office filming a Gamingmas video. Today it was a second attempt at Akinator, but they were making the genie guess Christmas-themed characters instead. Both boys felt content and weren’t taking anything seriously.

Well, anything except for Christmas on Phil’s part.

Phil had always been a holiday enthusiast, but it amused Dan to see just how seriously Phil was taking it.

Sure enough, when they chose to talk about Mrs Claus, and inevitably the first question to pop up was “Does your character really exist?”, Phil set about convincing Dan to answer ‘Probably’ instead of ‘No’.

Neither believed in Mr and Mrs Santa Claus of course, but Phil was insistent that they kept up the Christmas spirit. (One excuse he’d used in the past was that he didn’t want to ruin it for younger viewers, but Dan doubted many of their viewers were of that age group.)

Phil pointed to the screen and said, “No! Nhh- probably! PROBABLY.”

Dan just leaned towards Phil and gave him a look while he rambled on about not ruining the Christmas spirit. Truth be told, he found Phil’s insistence quite endearing, but he wasn’t one to admit it.

He only looked at Phil for a second or two, but it was an affectionate one that said, God you’re a dork. Phil was none the wiser to Dan’s gesture, and so Dan withdrew and returned his focus to the computer screen.

Again, he secretly loved his boyfriend’s enthusiasm and it brought him joy to see him so passionate about something, but that didn’t change the fact that his boyfriend could be a total dork.

So how dorky were they? Quite dorky.

>•<

Everyone has bad days.

Whether it be because of illness, or drama, or just feeling crap, everyone has bad days.

Dan knew this all too well, as someone who was prone to an existential crisis every other week. He had learned to accept it over time.

The one thing he couldn’t bear to see was Phil having a bad day.

Phil was, as many of their subscribers had succeeded in pointing out, a ray of sunshine. He was too humble to agree, but that didn’t make the statement any less accurate. He was always smiling, always optimistic and brought brightness with him wherever he went. He always knew exactly what to say, what to do, what to offer when someone was feeling down. Ever since they’d known each other he’d been like a beacon or a light at the end of a tunnel for Dan. He’d always supported and loved him unconditionally. He was literally his guardian angel.

So to see his guardian angel feeling down in the dumps felt worse for Dan than when he himself felt like that.

It didn’t matter what was happening: Phil took priority, especially when it was a bad day. End of discussion.

He had woken up one morning exhausted and with a nasty fever, and probably wouldn’t have said anything for fear of being an inconvenience if Dan hadn’t noticed the heat radiating from his shivering form. They had been supposed to go to a meeting that day; Dan told Phil that he’d chain him to his bedpost if he had to to prevent him from going (not in a sexy or kinky way, to which Phil feigned disappointment) and that he certainly wasn’t abandoning his sick boyfriend for just a bloody meeting, which could be rescheduled anyway.

Dan made himself Phil’s personal slave for the day which made Phil, being a ‘selfless little shit’ to quote what Dan told him, feel quite guilty, but he hadn’t even the strength to get out of bed on his own and Dan, being an ‘even more selfless little shit’ to quote what Phil replied with, insisted. He supplied extra pillows and blankets, kept him sufficiently watered and fed, gave him all the required medicine, made sure the thermostat was always at a warm temperature and helped him to the bathroom for the toilet and even a warm bath.

However, most of the time Phil just wanted Dan there with him in bed holding him. Whether they were watching an anime, scrolling through Tumblr and laughing at all the memes and gifs, taking a nap, or just lying there, Phil wanted Dan by his side. Dan was more than happy to oblige, clambering over to him, settling down under the duvets, wrapping his arms around Phil protectively and pulling him as close as he physically could.

Having Dan with him was the one thing that really made him feel any better. Of course, Dan’s body heat warming him up helped, but really he was just glad to have such a caring and compassionate person close to him in his life. He was grateful that he could have someone so perfect as his boyfriend, as someone who loved him back and reminded him of that with the words “I love you” every few minutes (although Phil wasn’t sure why he didn’t think he was anything special), as someone who risked getting ill himself by holding Phil and kissing him on his temple, his cheeks, his lips, anywhere on his face, but didn’t give a fuck.

With Dan he felt safe and protected. With Dan he felt like he was worth something.

Dan didn’t normally show his sappy side, so Phil always enjoyed the show while he could, snuggling up to him and intending to stay awake but barely being able to keep his eyes open while Dan encouraged him in gentle tones to get some rest. It continued like this for most of the afternoon, drifting in and out of consciousness until he finally fell into a deep sleep and awoke in the early hours of the morning, still feeling disgusting but not quite as much as he had twenty-four hours ago. He reached for his glasses and realised that he was still wrapped up in Dan’s warm embrace. Phil tried to shift his position a bit without waking up his slumbering partner so they’d both be more comfortable, but despite his best efforts Dan woke up anyway, smiling as he opened his eyes and took in the sight of Phil still in his arms. He pulled him in for a soft kiss before asking quietly,

“How are you feeling?”

“Still feel like crap, but it’s been worse.”

Dan seemed content with that answer, so he snuggled up and made Phil promise to wake him up if anything happened before closing his eyes and starting to drift off again. Before he could however, Phil whispered,

“Thank you.”

“Mhhhhmm? For what?”

“For being here. For looking after me, when you could have gone to that meeting or got some video work done. Instead you’ve been caring for me all day, loving me, trying to make me feel better, and I appreciate that.”

“I’d do anything for you,” replied Dan, before pulling him in for a longer, deeper kiss.

When they pulled away, Phil shuddered mockingly.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a sap.” Not that he didn’t like it. Quite the opposite.

“I’m your sap.”

“Dork,” retorted Phil.

As they both settled down and Phil was once again embraced by sleep, he heard one final murmur,

“Your dork.”

So how dorky were they? Very dorky.

>•<

The 19th of October.

For most people it was just another day in the run-up to various holidays.

For Dan and Phil, it was the day their lives changed forever.

It was the day they first met each other, at Piccadilly Station in Manchester. It had been one of the best days of their lives.

One of, because over the years many more happy memories were to come.

On the morning of their anniversary, neither could be bothered to get out of bed. Normally this was because they rarely woke up before noon, but today they were content to spend the morning basking in each other’s presence.

As they lay tangled up in each other’s arms, one couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. The only sounds to be heard were content sighs and whispered declarations of love between passionate kisses. They worked together to create a dance of romance, of amour, of devotion for the other.

Today was all about them, about the ups and downs they had gone through, the unbreakable bond they’d created.

Some time after noon, they were still in their cocoon of love and affection but were instead lying against each other, enjoying each other’s company. Eventually, they gathered enough willpower to get out of bed and binge-watch some Netflix in the living room, but space between them remained non-existent. They had their arms around each other’s waists, and Dan practically laying on top of Phil with his head in the crook of Phil’s neck. They didn’t really watch anything, instead they focused on feeding each other pancakes and looking into each other’s eyes, which could captivate them for hours on end.

However, they didn’t have hours on end. Phil had booked a reservation at a restaurant (nothing too fancy, as their combined social awkwardness, clumsiness and other traits didn’t bode well with ‘fancy’) as a surprise. They’d been to it the first time they had travelled to London all those years ago when the prospect of their own radio show had arisen. He figured Dan would appreciate the gesture and the sentiment.

The problem was, Dan was also planning a secret date night out.

Not only that, it was at the exact same restaurant.

They thought alike in that way.

As they lay there on the sofa, just enjoying the moment, both of them were contemplating when they should speak up that they’d organised a surprise. Of course, neither knew that the other had made plans and weren’t even sure if the other would want to, so for fear of being turned down they remained quiet.

Until finally, Phil spoke up,

“Hey Dan?”

“Mmmm?”

“So I was thinking, I kinda have a surprise for you later…”

“What? Are we going out?”

“Yeah! I just really wanted to get out and, y’know, have an official celebration! So what do you think?”

“Shit…”

Phil froze. He wasn’t sure how Dan would react to the prospect of going outside, even if it was their anniversary, but he wasn’t expecting this.

“So… no?”

“No, nononono- fuck, that’s not what I meant, fuck fuck fuck… I’d never turn down any opportunity to be with you, you know that.”

“So what’s wrong?”

“The thing is… I kinda made plans for us as well…”

Phil stared at Dan, who was burying his face into his shoulder in embarrassment, before bursting into fits of giggles.

“You… made secret plans wh-while I, too, made secret plans… M-may I ask what th-they were?”

“To got to the first restaurant we visited here in London, when we came to visit about the radio show,” murmured Dan quietly.

Phil’s giggles turned into full-scale laughter.

“Don’t laugh, you’re embarrassing me!” Dan complained.

Phil calmed down enough to say, “Ummmm, this kinda ruins the surprise, but I may or may not have booked a reservation at the same place…”

Dan looked up for the first time and said disbelievingly, “Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Phil started laughing again at Dan’s expression, shaking his head in response.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” replied Dan before burying his head in Phil’s shoulder again but this time shaking with laughter.

Eventually they both calmed down and just smiled at each other, still amused at the hilarity of the scenario.

“You’re such a dork.”

“That makes both of us.”

“I guess we really are perfect for each other, then.”

So how dorky were they? One hundred percent dorky.

But they were dorky together.

>•<

And there it is… My first phanfic! Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it!

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Merry Christmas to @deanthomasfinnigan don’t think I forgot about you!! :D Messages from you always brighten up my day! You are so nice and wonderful! Thank you for everything! I hope everything you wish for comes true! ♥ :’)))

rouge-sterek  asked:

I love your blog!! The Fic recs are amazing and I was just wondering if you had any Sterek domestic fluff Fics over 5k??

these aren’t all over 5k but have some sterek + domestic

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  • Cupboard Love by mklutz (G, 33k) He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain. If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.
  • Clean Freak by DevilDoll (Not Rated, 1k) What if there’s something really wrong here—they’re supposed to be living in domestic bliss, aren’t they? 
  • On Building an Ikea Den for an Alpha Werewolf by idek_idic (M, 14k) Senior Prom is coming up, and Stiles doesn’t have a date. Additionally, Derek has an unfurnished apartment, and no one to take him to IKEA.
  • Lord knows it would be the first time by uraneia (E, 12k) Stiles is home from Berkeley for the summer, but only because he promised the pack. He’d rather not see Derek, because whatever the thing was that they were doing, they’re not doing it anymore, and it sucks. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a choice. The betas tried a magical remedy for Derek’s melancholy, and now Stiles has a three-year-old who looks like Derek. Stiles doesn’t know how to deal with that, and he definitely doesn’t know how to tell the betas he and Derek were secret fuck buddies for a year and a half.
  • Six Letter Word For Romance by troubleiwant (M, 6k) Stiles definitely starts off thinking it’s fucking hilarious that Derek-sourwolf-Hale does crosswords and cares about scuffs on his furniture. But at a certain point, and he can’t pinpoint exactly when, “fully functional adult couple” somehow becomes a massive fetish of his. Derek in sweats and bare feet, nudging his glasses up his nose while he does the Sunday crossword? Unff. Derek filling out forms to get some renovations on his property approved? Oh God, yes. Derek putting away groceries and bitching that the corner store was out of the right type of Greek yogurt? Take me now, Stiles thinks, worrying at his lower lip with his teeth. This can’t be normal.

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Imagine one night your OTP have an argument, and person A storms out. B regrets everything they said as soon as the door slams shut behind them, but don’t go after them, thinking A needs some time and space to cool off for a while.

Come morning, however, A still hasn’t returned, and B is very worried. They go out to look for them, only to find A asleep in the car outside. Turns out A regretted everything as soon as they left as well - they were just too stubborn and proud to come back in.

buggingthedragonfly  asked:

I've just gotta thank you for being the most awesome fic rec'er and fic writer ever; seriously! I've gone through all 96 pages of your fic recs and you have such great taste! Also, i've just come off the back of 3b and i'm full of /feelings/ so do you have any really feel good fic recs where everything is happy and nothing hurts?

thank you for the kind words bb also have some…EVERYTHING IS HAPPY AND NOTHING HURTS

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  • Fang-On by WhoNatural (T, 3k) As a teenager, Derek had this… problem. When he got, well, ‘excited’, it’d show. Pretty obviously. Much to Laura’s amusement. He’d think it was a thing of the past, except it’s Prom Night, and Stiles is wearing these pants…“Your body starts going through changes,” she’d recited, reading from the Your Problems page. Some Dear Abby bullshit, meant to reassure pubescent girls that they were normal. That everything happening to them happened to everyone else. It’s not like they published one for werewolves. That would just be asking too much.
  • 5 Times Stiles and Derek’s Classmates Noticed They Were In A Relationship, and 1 Time Stiles Noticed by Survivah (T, 3k) In which Derek and Stiles are college roommates, and everyone saw this coming before they did. “How do you even get up there?” Scott asks skeptically. Loft beds are tricky enough on their own, he doesn’t know what possessed Derek and Stiles to push theirs together. Why would anybody try to create a king-sized loft bed in a teensy tiny dorm room?
  • untitled by petals42 (Not Rated, 1k) It’s not that Stiles is only affectionate when Derek’s asleep.

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