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Another Day

Request: Could you do one where yn and dan have a chill night and just cuddle and talk about any random thing like what there favourite childhood memories are. Just a nice fluffy fic. <3

Word Count: 565

Warnings: Extreme floof

Sorry there isn’t many childhood memories are but there is banter and fluff and I think you’ll like it. Enjoy! (PS. Can we just take a minute to appreciate my new aesthetic thank)

Originally posted by shinyphan

Sunset seeped in through the window, casting soft shadows around the room. Fluffy blankets lay strewn over you and Dan, pillows propping up your heads. Your hands were encased in each other’s, his free arm wrapped around your shoulders, Ed Sheeran playing softly. You glanced over at Dan, his hobit hair free and spilling over his eyes, which were highlighted by the amber light. His kissable lips pulled into a small grin, and you seized the opportunity to lean over and kiss him. He chuckled a little when you pulled away, taking your cheek in his hand and bringing you back down. You shifted yourself so you were straddled over him, his hand resting on your hip.

“Hey.” You mumbled, pressing your forehead to his. He hummed in amusement.

“Hey.” He whispered back, studying your eyes. You grinned at him, allowing him to plant a kiss on your nose.

“You’re so gross when you do that.” You sat up and rubbed your nose, watching his reaction.

“As if. You’ve told me you find it cute.” He retorted, grabbing your hand and pulling you back down.

“I was drunk.” You sighed.

“Doesn’t make a difference.” He kissed you again, rolling over so he was on top.

“Stop trying to get kinky, Danny.” You laughed, lacing your fingers in his messy hair.

“Why, you know you like it.” He teased, and you shake your head.

“Not when I’m trying to have a cute moment with you, you dip shit.” You rolled your eyes, and he raised an eyebrow.

“A cute moment, that’s what you’re after?” His lips pulled into a smirk.

“Well, that’s what I just said.” You pointed out, leaning up and wrapping your arms around his neck to help ease the strain on your back and kiss him gently on the cheek. “Save the kinky stuff for later.” You whispered in his ear.

“Stop teasing, love.” He sat back, crossed legged, and allowed you to sit on his lap, kissing your neck.

“Do you ever think that our parents did this sort of stuff?” You asked suddenly.

“Ew, Y/N, let’s not go into that.” Dan groaned, and you burst out laughing. “Have you ever walked in on the sexy times before? Because I’m traumatised.”

“Wow I feel bad for you.” You pulled a face, making him laugh. “My childhood was more or less innocent.”

“Lucky.” Dan commented, and you kissed him again on the nose. “Hypocrite.”

“Touche.” You raised your eyebrows, and he kissed you on the nose, then on the lips. You poked his cheek, causing him to pull away and glare at you in fake anger.

“Oi.” He grumbled, his eyes softening when you began to laugh, as though he couldn’t resist you, before catching another kiss.

“Okay, now you’re just getting needy.” You joked, and he pulled away in offence.

“Fine, I’ll just ignore you.” He announced.

“No! No, I was kidding, I was kidding.” You laughed, leaning in and attacking him with kisses.

“Show me mercy!” He shouted, and you laughed.

“Never!” You replied, screaming as he grabbed you and flung you over his shoulder, getting to his feet. “Dan! Dan let me down!” You began to cry-laugh, gripping onto him for dear life. He walked into the hall, Phil’s door opening, giving you a glance before walking back into his bedroom. Just another day in the Dan and Phil household.