Request: DAN X READER WHERE DAN IS A REALLY HEAVY SLEEPER
BUT HE INSISTS HE ISNT. SO THE READER DYES HIS HAIR RED IN HIS SLEEP TO PROVE
Word count: 851
Warning: Sweary af
Finally wrote this! It literally contrasts with my current
mood so sorry if its bad?? Enjoy
“I don’t know where you got that from!” Dan retorted,
shaking his head at you. It was early evening, and you, Dan and Phil were
gathered in front of the TV for an anime spree – but as soon as you mentioned
Dan being the heaviest sleeper ever, he instantly began to defend himself. You
grinned, laughing a little under your breath.
“Dan, I’ve slept with you practically every night for about
a year now.” You began. “I’ve fallen on you before and you haven’t even
“They’re right, Dan, you are the worst to wake up in the
morning.” Phil added, and you nodded in agreement. Dan groaned, rolling his
“I’m so not a heavy sleeper. Now put it on before it gets
too late.” He grumbled, and Phil pressed play, your eyes catching with a
mischievous glint before you turned to watch the screen.
“Come on,” You whispered to Phil, nudging his side and pointing
to Dan. He was fast asleep, the TV still blearing out anime. Phil smiled, and
you ran into the kitchen, grabbing a box of red hair dye you had bought a while
back and bucket of water. When you returned to the sitting room, Phil was
slowly lifting him to rest his back on the sofa where a towel had been
prepared, making sure his head was propped up. You pulled on some gloves, Phil
putting on his, and you started to gently rub the cold dye into his hair. Occasionally
he lifted his hand to itch his head, but Phil would just take hold of it and
place it back down so not to get dye on his fingers.
“Right, this is the hard part.” You mumbled after letting
the dye stay in for around twenty minutes, Phil holding the bucket of water
behind his head. You slowly let him down so his hair was half submerged in the
water, leaving him there for a little while so not to wake him before swilling
away the excess dye. Phil was biting his lip, and you jumped as Dan started to
let out soft snores. You stopped for a minute, unable to contain yourself,
before returning to wash away the dye on the front of his head.
“Y/N?” He mumbled, and you stopped, your heart racing.
“Go back to sleep, love.” You coaxed him, pressing a kiss to
his cheek, as it was what you did during the night.
“I love you.” He let out, before he fell back asleep and the
snores started up again. Phil was going red, trying not to laugh, and you had
to clench your fists to release the energy built up inside you. When the dye
had washed away, you dried his hair down with a towel, brushing it into place
and waiting for it to dry before you could use the straighteners.
Finally, you finished, and you got rid of any evidence,
settling in next to him. He groaned as he eventually woke, stretching and
pulling you into a hug.
“Morning, sleepy.” You chuckled, giving him a chaste kiss.
“Afternoon.” He replied. “What time is it?”
“About six. Do you want to order a pizza?” Phil suggested,
and he nodded.
“BRB.” Dan announced, getting to his feet and heading toward
the bathroom. You took one look at Phil and burst out laughing, holding your
stomach and pausing when you heard the bathroom door shut.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Dan’s scream echoed up the stairs, and you
began to laugh again, eyes tearing up. The door opened, and he stared at you.
You stopped laughing and smiled at him as innocent as you could.
“You alright there?” You asked, and he pulled a face.
“I swear to god if I get my hands on you…” He started.
“What are you going to do, fall asleep on me?” You joked,
and Phil covered his mouth as he began to laugh.
“No, I’m going to fucking strangle you!” He yelled, and you
jumped to your feet, just escaping him as he came towards you with outstretched
hands. You caught a glimpse of Phil getting out his phone as you bolted towards
the door, Dan running after you, wailing profanities. You bounded down the
stairs, screaming, hiding in the bathroom and slamming the door shut.
“Fucking fight me!” He yelled from the other side of the
door, and you just started howling with laughter. He eventually fell silent,
and you swore you heard footsteps going away from the door, so you unlocked the
“Got you!” He burst through the door, and you screamed,
trying to slip past him but he caught you, pulling you into the air.
“MERCY!” You wailed, flailing, half aware of Phil filming
you from the corridor.
“Not until you say sorry for making me a tomato!” Dan demanded.
“You already were a tomato!” You cry-laughed, and he began
to tickle you. “No, NO! Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He put you down, took one
look at your face and burst out laughing.
“Well, I guess you were right.” He muttered through his