**Thank you for humoring me and putting up with my
ridiculous stories. I just can’t help myself sometimes. This one came to me as
I slipped on my favorite angel wing ring (yes, I’m a dork. Oh, and say “angel
wing ring” 5 times fast). Enjoy.
The smell of coffee woke you from a light sleep. You lifted
your head and glanced around the living room. Sleeping on the couch, again. Cas’s laptop and your phone were
on the coffee table right where you left them. Beside them was your favorite
mug filled with fresh, warm joe. Cas.
You smiled, sitting up and reaching for the mug.
Summary: Dan and Phil are in a dd/lb relationship, in which Dan is the little. Early mornings combined with accidents cause Dan to believe he’s going to be punished, sending him straight into his headspace and filled with worry. Luckily, Phil is there to sort things out for him.
Warnings: swearing, small blood mentions, minor injury
a/n: shame me if u want tbh,,, i just wanted some nonsexual little!dan and daddy!phil fight me
Kent Parson does him one better by gladly accepting and openly using them, from the Hello Kitty travel mug to the Britney Spears body pillow.
Every year it’s like a game of chicken: Tater tries to come up with a gift of even greater hideousness, trying to find something even Kent will blanch at. At the same time, if he goes too far with his gift, he’s going to endure the pain of watching Kent use it.
Summary: Phil gets a girlfriend. Dan is not okay. Or: the fic that was inspired by the Calum Scott song I heard on the radio just recently.
Disclaimer: If anyone else has written a songfic to this song I promise I wasn’t stealing your idea. I just really love how the lyrics inspired Phan to me. And if you are inspired to write something too, then go right ahead :D