I Don’t Care
Request: Can you do one where yn is 18 and dan is a little nervous about getting into a relationship with her because of the age gap but then he realizes that he needs her in his life and it leads to an intense makeout sesh?
Word count: 626
I was thinking about making this kinky but I am a holy child that has never sinned. Enjoy.
“Dan… I’m sure it will be fine.” Y/N’s voice echoed in my ear from the phone, and I sighed, sitting back in my chair.
“I don’t know, Y/N. I mean… Seven years?” I muttered, and I could feel their disappointment flood through me.
“Come on, Dan. I’m of legal age. I don’t care what anyone else says.” They announced, but I just stayed silent. “Fine. Once you’ve decided if I’m worth it, come speak to me.”
“Y/N,” I began, but they were already gone. I groaned, pulling the phone away from my ear and resting my head on the desk. They were worth everything, it wasn’t that. I just didn’t want people to see our relationship as weird due to our age gap.
We had spoken about announcing our relationship online a few times, and only when someone caught a photo of us holding hands did our age gap become an issue. The fandom was going crazy, in good and bad ways. Neither of us had addressed it, and this was our final decision. Deny it or confirm it. I loved them so much, and I needed them.
So, what was I doing?
I found myself getting up and walking to the office, where Phil sat editing a new gaming video. He turned around to greet me, his smile falling as he saw my face.
“Advice required.” I announced, sitting down on the sofa bed. He took off his headphones, sitting next to me.
“What ancient wisdom do you need?” He joked, making me smile a little.
“Well, you know about all the drama going around the fandom? It’s gotten to both me and Y/N, and I was considering breaking it off, due to the age gap… But I really don’t want to.” I explained, and Phil nodded in understanding.
“You’re not going to be able to please everyone, Dan, but if you’re going to please anyone it’s got to be yourself first, then Y/N, then everyone else. It’s your life. I mean, do you love them?”
“Of course,” I nodded, and he smiled.
“Then accept that some people are not going to have a good reaction to you being together, and confirm it. People will learn to accept it sooner or later.” He reassured, and I nodded, everything beginning to form logically in my head, renewed with confidence.
“Thank you, Phil. I needed that.” I smiled, giving him a hug. “I’m going to Y/N’s, see you.”
“See you, Danny.” He grinned, returning to the editing as I left the room.
Curled up on your bed, you sniffled and wiped away the tears persistently running down your cheeks. Your flat mates came in to ask you if you were okay several times, but you’d just yelled at them to go away or ignored them, now feeling guilty about your actions.
A knock on the door made you groan, shouting another go away, but the door opened anyway.
“Fuck off…” You muttered, sitting up to check who it was. Your heart skipped before their lips crashed into yours. Dan.
You kissed back passionately, throwing your arms round his neck and lacing your finger through his hair. His hands travelled from your back to your waist, making you melt at his touch. Pleasure and joy were high, a vast contrast to the depression you wallowed in only moments before. You wrapped your legs around his waist, ending up rolling over so you were on top. You pulled away for air, panting, hair even more of a mess, and grinned at him.
“Hi…?” He chuckled nervously, making you laugh a little.
“What changed your mind?” You asked, and his lips curled into a soft smile, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.