#dan fic

A/N: this is a little bit unusual but I think it’s really intresting so intresting even that I’m considering to write more parts but only if you want that! this was again requested, big thank you for that! 

Word Count: 1.9K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR

“Agent Wolf, we need you to work together with Special Agent XY” The grand boss and organiser of our team explained to my dark haired colleague, speaking with a deep and powerful voice.  

“Why can’t I do it on my own?” Dan protested, visibly repelled by the idea of working with me.

“This task requires two people, if you can’t do that we will find an agent who will.” Our boss said sternly as he looked at him.

Howell and I had worked together before briefly in the past, but that was years ago when I had just started to work for the MI6.

Lets us just say that we didn’t get on very brilliantly and therefore also didn’t form the greatest team. We had one big mission during that time. We had to storm a building along with 10 other agents. Since I was a newbie Dan’s main job was to look after me, but I ended up saving his life by shooting a guy that stormed towards him from behind. Agent Wolf, the greatest man the MI6 could offer, was saved by a young woman, who was just a trainee. We barely spoke ever since, exchanged a few cold glances whenever we saw each other and had a few disputes during some briefings.

This was the first time that we had been teamed up after that incident. I had quickly gained a lot of approval and skill and without planning to I was suddenly the first person ever to become Special Agent in only three years.

“Your mission requires special outfits.” Our boss explained, making the two of us wonder what kind of extraordinary job we possibly could have been assigned to do.

When our equipment specialist walked into the room both of our mouth did indeed hang open in surprise. They were carrying elegant evening attire, a fancy but classic black suit and bow tie for Howell and a tight but long red dress for me.

“We smuggled you into the biggest event of the year, it’s a gala in the Royal Hall of London. Every influential person is going to be there, including our target Steven Hawkman. He is suspected to be a great threat to not only our whole country but also to other countries all over Europe.”

Dan and I sucked in every piece of information we were told, forgetting about the fancy clothing thing.

“You are going to go there as Mr and Mrs Goldsworthy, a young, married couple who has just made their first billion with their IT firm and who is also in direct line to the British throne.” Our boss kept explaining all the details we had to know in order to be authentic.

I shot Dan an awkward glance as soon as we were told that we are supposed to portray a couple. Howell faked an expression of disgust at the mention of it. I just shook my head in annoyance.

“During the Gala, there will be countless of times when Hawkman is not going to be in his special lounge. I want you to sneak in there and get us his phone.”

We both nodded to signal that we had understood, our faces full of determination.

“Now agents, you need to get dressed, our special team will also do your hair and makeup.”

“You’re gonna need a lot of makeup for her.” Dan joked mockingly, making me roll my eyes and hold back a remark on how childish he sounded.

“Can you do something about his terrible hair, it looks like a bird’s nest rather than a haircut?” I asked our styling team to tease him and judging by his facial expression it worked.

The tips of his ears had gotten red in anger but he didn’t have enough time for a mean comeback since we were both pulled in separate rooms in order to get ready for our mission.  

When I walked out of my “dressing room” Dan was already waiting for me. I could see his eyes widen as soon he saw me.

“Like what you see?” I asked him, with a light smirk on my face. The red dress fit almost like a second skin and hugged all of my curves perfectly.  

“N-no” he answered and swallowed hard. Howell tried to look at me derogatorily, but his red cheeks were prominent and everybody could see it.

He stared at the ground to avoid making eye contact or getting too distracted by my looks.

I had to admit he was pretty handsome as well. I would be lying if I tried to tell you that Dan isn’t attractive, I could never tell him that of course.

‘His hair is just so hot.  Oh god, I want to run my fingers through it’ ‘Wait Y/N- what the hell are you thinking about!’ I wanted to slap myself for having thoughts like this.

“Agent Wolf, Special Agent XY, are you ready?”

We both had to gather ourselves again before we shared a quick glance and nodded.  

“And remember, you are supposed the be a couple so act like one!” Our boss reminded us harshly, making my heart skip a beat and my palms sweaty.

We were driven to the gala in a fancy black limousine, throughout the whole ride we didn’t even speak once. Instead we avoided each other’s eyes but stole secret glances at the other from time to time.

‘You need to concentrate on the mission’ I scolded myself as I caught myself staring at how broad Dan’s shoulders looked in his black suit.  

Once the vehicle came to a halt I reached for the door, but Dan’s stern look made me stop in the middle of my tracks. He got out of the limousine himself and walked over to my side of the car to open the door for me. As he held out his hand for me to take I could hear him curse under his breath.

“Married to you. What a sick nightmare.” He mumbled but slung an arm around my back at the same time.

I could feel the warmth of his body incredibly close to mine as we walked into the building together.

“Mr and Mrs Goldsworthy” I told the security guard while Dan showed him our invitations to the event.

The man, who could have been hulks little brother, smiled at us before he let us in. Once we were inside I was overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

There was a huge dance floor, an orchestra and a band, a buffet that was approximately a kilometre long and waiters carrying champagne and prosecco.

A gigantic chandelier gave the whole hall a silvery sheen. There were hundreds of people sitting on round tables, standing or dancing. Each and every one of the guests showed off breath taking evening attire. It was a colourful whirl of ballgowns and black tuxedos.

I took Dan’s arm as we took a look around.

“Champagne for you?” A waiter asked us politely.

I smiled and nodded so Dan handed me a glass.

“Thank you, Darling.” I said earning a smile that almost looked painful from my co-worker.

We chatted a little bit while drinking the alcoholic beverage to not seem suspicious.

“All of this old geezers are staring at you.” Dan hissed almost angrily.

I turned my head to see that at least three very old but also very rich men kept gawking at my ass, making me almost groan in annoyance.

Dan seemed to be visibly disturbed by it as well and wrapped his arm tighter around me to protect me from their eager eyes.

“When did Agent Wolf become a gentleman?” I asked him and sounded almost like I was flirting, which I hadn’t intended. It just happened.

“Uh-“ He stuttered at first as his face grew a light shade of pink, but then he seemed to realise that we were supposed to hate each other. “I didn’t. It’s just part of the mission.” He grunted, making me roll my eyes.

As the first dance of the evening was announced we realized that this could be the perfect time to start our plan.

“Ready?” Dan whispered.

“Ready” I answered and we quickly but not suspiciously fast made our way up the stairs the box of Hawkman. Only very special guests were given theatre boxes at galas like this, luckily for us he barely used his.

We sneaked into the small room that was more like a balcony and immediately spotted his phone on the tiny table.

It was almost too easy.

Suddenly we heard footsteps coming closer. My heart started to beat immensely fast but my thoughts were still clear.

Once we realized that the person was indeed heading towards us we knew there was no escaping.

In the blink of an eye I went over all of the options we had left in my head and came to the conclusion that there was only one.

“Kiss me!” I whisper-yelled at Dan.

He stared at me as if I had completely lost my mind, while his eyes were almost falling out of their sockets.

“Wh-hat?” he stuttered in utter disbelief and his expression spoke of pure confusion.

“I said k- oh screw this.” I cussed as I threw my body onto his and connected our lips.

I couldn’t help but feel my heart jump in excitement and satisfaction as if it was shouting ‘Finally!’.

His lips were soft and pressed up against mine awkwardly at first, but as soon as he had recovered from his initial shock he started moving them against mine skilfully.

Somehow my hands found their way to his hair.

“Hands on my bum” I whispered in between kisses and although he still looked surprised he did what I told him.

One of his big hands traced down my back slowly until he reached my butt and squeezed it lightly. The other hands kept wandering over my cleavage, making me the surprised one.

We kept making out and at one point, I tell you, we had completely forgotten about the fact that we were agents of the MI6 and in the middle of an important mission.

When the door opened and revealed an armed security guard we almost didn’t hear him at first.

“What are doing- oh”

We immediately jumped apart from each other and acted shocked and embarrassed.

“Oh my god, we are so sorry.” I apologized and acted like I was hiding behind my ‘husband’ in shame.

Dan told the security guy our names and showed him our invites. Mr and Mrs Goldsworthy seemed to be two were influential and people because the man didn’t ask us any more questions.

“I’m sorry that I interrupted you, Mr and Mrs Goldsworthy. This is just the lounge of Mr Hawkman and it’s my job to keep an eye on it.

“That makes sense. We didn’t know that. Since it was empty we assumed it didn’t belong to anyone. It won’t happen again, Sir.” Dan explained before we said our goodbyes and he walked me out of the building.

“That was – “ I started.

“Hot” Dan breathed, his cheeks still red.

“Close” I finished the sentence at the same time as Dan.

He cleared his throat awkwardly “Close, yeah exactly what I said”.

“So do you got it?” Agent Wolf then asked me, returning to his old cold self.

Title: Drawings

Author: Lana (pineapplegirl123)

Word Count: 1,005

Warnings: none

Summary: Based on a prompt from a lovely anon. The reader has a thing for Dan and draws him in pretty much all of her free time. One day she isn't paying attention and Dan sees what she’s drawing and finally puts the pieces together.

A/N: First Danisnotonfire x Reader! Hope you like it!

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Have you ever had one of those moments where you see something and it just inspires you?

Well, that's me. Except, I haven't lost that inspiration. I just couldn't put my pencil down. I'd draw for hours on end, spending pretty much all my free time with my sketchbook. But I couldn't help it. Ever since that spark of inspiration, the fire that came after hasn't gone out.

A/N: Hi this is a very cool request that I got! Also Merry Christmas my lovely readers! 

Word Count: 1.4K

POV: READER

MASTERLIST

“Y/N are you finally ready to go?” Dan asked and held back a groan as he took a quick glance at his watch.

“Just give me one more sec!” I shouted as I stuffed a thermos bottle filled with fresh hot tea and some biscuits into my huge travel bag

My long term boyfriend Dan and I had a long trip ahead of us and I may had made us late by 30 minutes already.

“Almost done.” I assured him as I jumped into my boots and wrapped a thick woollen scarf around my neck.

Dan’s family had invited us to spend Christmas Eve with them at their remote and idyllic cabin on a little mountain. It was a peaceful and romantic getaway and the perfect place to escape the busy London.

“Let’s go.” Dan exclaimed even more excited than how I expected him to be.

It was already getting dark outside when we got into the car and started driving, I hated how early the sun sets in winter.

“Turn it up louder!” I said with enthusiasm, making Dan let go off an exaggerated groan.

I had put together an hours long Christmas playlist that we could listen to during the whole car ride.

Although Dan acted like he was annoyed at first, he started loudly singing along to ‘Jingle Bells’ a few minutes later.

In the meantime it had become pitch black outside and some houses at the side of the road had turned their beautiful Christmas lights on. Although I was a little bit tired I couldn’t stop myself from staring out of the window the whole time. I didn’t want to miss a single bit of this beautiful scenery.

“Oh my god, Y/N. Look!” Dan suddenly shouted, pointing to what was right in front of him.

My eyes widened at the sight as huge smiles spread over both of our faces.

It was snowing.

Dan’s parents had already let us know that it had snowed a lot over in Dan’s home town, but when the first snowflakes hit the front window Dan and I felt like little kids again.

We hadn’t had seen snow all year and now we were seeing our first one on Christmas Eve. It was truly a magical moment.

“It’s so pretty.” I awed as our headlights made the tiny snowflakes visible that were dancing in the air.

I lightly kissed Dan’s cheek, glad to be able to share such a wonderful moment with him. My little kiss made him smile widely, revealing his pretty dimple.

The closer we got to our destination the heavier it started to snow. The flakes got thicker and the trees, streetlamps and rooftops were all covered in a white snow blanket.

The new weather conditions slowed us down immensely, since Dan had to drive much slower and more carefully.

I felt bad for making us half an hour late in addition.

I could tell that Dan got more and more frustrated the later it got. His family was waiting for us, the opulent dinner that was expecting us was probably getting cold as we were driving and we didn’t want to spend our whole Christmas Eve inside of a car.

When the clock read 10pm Dan was deeply frowning and groaning. We should have been there at 8 pm.

“Hi, Mary. It’s me Y/N.” I spoke into my phone, talking to Dan’s mother.

“I’m so sorry that we’re so late. We didn’t expect it to be snowing this heavily.” I let her know. Being the lovely lady she was she was just glad that we were fine.

“It hasn’t snowed this hard in years actually.” She admitted, sounding a bit worried about us.

“We’re almost there, see you in a bit.” I said and hung up after we had both said our goodbyes.

Soon the window wipers had troubles dealing with the immense amount of snow that hit the front window even though it was working on its highest speed.

It was soon to be 11pm when we had reached the bottom of the mountain that the cabin was on top of.

Dan’s whole body language signalized that he was nervous and stressed, not even me lightly petting his arm to calm him down could make him untense.

Our engine and tires started making worrying noises as the road got steeper. The road was covered in ice and thick snow.

Dan was tense as he was making his way up the hill, driving extremely slow. His eyebrows were furrowed together and he was biting his bottom lip in concentration. Dan’s brown orbs were entirely focused on the steep path ahead of us.

We were so close to the cabin, already halfway up the hill when Dan stepped into the gas pedal, but we didn’t move. I grabbed onto my seatbelt and took a deep breath.

The tires started to spin, whirling up some snow. Dan tried to accelerate again and again, but with no success.  

We were stuck.  

“Fuck” he groaned in frustration as he hit the wheel.

“Dan, baby. Everything is fine. I’m just going to call your parents and they’ll come and get us.” I explained and tried to calm us down.

There was no need to freak out right?

“Nothing is alright, Y/N.” Dan whispered, extremely annoyed by this situation.

I saw him take a quick glance at the clock. It was 11.05pm already.

He swallowed hard and hid his face behind his palms.

“This is absolutely terrible.” He breathed.

I got out of the car and called Dan’s parents. His dad told us to just wait there and he’d come and get us in his cross country vehicle.

“Look, it’s all good.” I told my boyfriend after I had hung up.

“We just got to wait until he get’s there.” I said and felt relieved.

“But I don’t have that much time.” Dan sighed as he looked up at the sky as if he was expecting to see something there.

It was now 11.10pm.  

I followed his gaze and as if he knew it would happen, fireworks started to go off, lighting up the pitch black sky.

It was a beautiful explosion of colours and shapes.

“Omg Dan, look! It’s so pretty.” I awed amazed by the spectacle.

“Very pretty, yeah.” He said but didn’t sound anywhere near as excited as me.

“Does this happen every year?” I asked him, still looking up.

“It doesn’t. Just this year.” He mumbled.

Suddenly the fireworks formed a giant red heart, making my eyes grow wide.

It was breath-taking.

There was a little pause that made me think it was over but then I could hear a few fireworks go off at the same time.

I raised my  head again and as I started into the night sky, the fireworks spelled out:

Dan + Y/N

My heart skipped a beat.

“Dan what is this?” I breathed totally moved.

I turned around to face him, but instead of being eye to eye with him he was kneeling in front of me.

We were in the middle of the woods, half way up the hill and stuck in this huge amount of snow. Our car and the fireworks were our only source of light as snowflakes were still dancing around us.

I couldn’t help but gasp and covered my mouth with my hand.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, I had a perfect plan about how this should’ve went. I wanted to ask you the questions of question after dinner in front of my family. I would have taken you onto the balcony. At 11.11pm I wanted to propose to you because of two reasons. Firstly because I could have made a wish and I would have wished for you to say yes. Secondly because I organized the fireworks to go off at that exact time.”

I swallowed hard as I stared down at the love of my life that was still kneeling in front of me. The first tears were dangerously close to spilling from my eyes.

“Maybe this is even a way better engagement story. And I’m just talking because I am so nervous.

But Y/N, I am so in love with you. So, I’m now asking you.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

I could feel my heart race as a giant smile appeared on my face. I vigorously nodded as happy tears streamed down my cheeks.

A/N: I’m both sad and happy to anounce that this is most probably the last chapter of 4 years // For you! I really hope you guys enjoyed this little story.  

Word Count: 1.2K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR // PART FIVE // PART SIX // PART SEVEN

“I’ve got news” Dr Lancaster said, making our hearts beat faster.

For the last few days Dan and I had waited, unable to do anything else. We hadn’t left the hospital once since Luke was put into a coma. He hasn’t moved either since then…

Every time a doctor or a nurse entered the room we were hoping to hear good news and at the same time we dreaded that they might be bad news instead.

What if Luke would never wake up again? What if he could never be a normal child? What if Dan had to say goodbye after he had just said hello?

It was unimaginable, it was a ‘what if’ that I never wanted to become reality.

But there was a possibility that it would.

That’s why Dan and I sat there stiffly, like we were frozen, as soon as Dr Lancaster had entered the room and announced that there were news, because there was a chance that they would be bad news.

I felt my heart pound against my rib cage as I waited for him to continue.

‘Please let them be good’ I prayed, facing skywards as I held Luke’s tiny hand a little bit tighter.

‘I’ll give you anything if you give me Luke.’ I promised as if I could bargain with god or the universe.

“We have finally found out what’s causing all of the irregularities.” The doctor told us, looking up from his clipboard.

Dan and I had waited for 4 days straight. We were worried sick and during those frustrating hours that we spent in this hospital nobody could tell us why Luke was hooked onto a breathing machine and under constant surveillance.

“The infected cells have spread without us noticing. They started to attack his kidneys to a point where they’re not working anymore.”

I swallowed hard while I taxed my brain trying to understand what that meant for Luke’s future. So it was bad news then? Tears started to brim in my eyes as Dr Lancaster continued.  

“We could stop them before other organs were affected. It’s just a kidney failure that we didn’t know he had.”

I let go off the breath I had been holding.  

“So what can we do?” I wanted to know urgently. We were just so desperate by now that every second without Luke was pure agony.

Dr Lancaster turned his face towards Dan, an undefinable look in his grey eyes.  

“We may have to ask for your help again, Mr Howell.” He stated and somehow asked at the same time.

Dan nodded with determination. “I said I’ll do anything.” Dan reminded us as he glanced at Luke with a little smile on his lips.

I watched the two men talk and at first I didn’t get what was going on. I didn’t realize what kind of help Dan had agreed to already without even blinking an eye.

They were talking about a kidney transplantation.

 Dan took place in one of the hospital beds once again, this time he had to wear a patient gown.

By now I was sure that Dan would really agree to do anything just to save his son’s life.

“Thank you so much.” I whispered as I flung my arms around his neck, close to tears again.

“Anything for him.” He answered and his voice was soft and calm. He didn’t seem to be scared at all.

“For him and for you, Y/N.” he added as he gazed into my eyes with so much love that suddenly I wasn’t scared anymore either.

“You’re the best dad in the world.” I told him and meant every word I said.

A huge smile spread across his face and that was the moment I knew that I wanted us to be a family. Dan, Luke and I. I knew that I wanted him to be a part of my life, I knew that the butterflies had returned again.

The nurses were telling me that I had to leave soon because they needed to start.

So instead of saying ‘good luck’, ‘it’ll be alright’ or ‘I’m sure it won’t hurt’ I slowly lowered my head inch by inch.

Dan’s eyes widened and sparkled as I placed my hand gently onto his face. I felt myself shaking with pleasant anticipation and the butterflies in my stomach seemed to go crazy.  

I leaned in but he was the one who closed the last distance between us. Our lips met again for the first time in over 4 years and it felt just like back then. When we were young and innocent and nothing had hurt us, everything was alright and the world belonged to us.

We moved our lips in perfect synch and it felt so right. It wasn’t a normal kiss, it was filled with so much love and emotion. And it didn’t matter that it was short because I deep down I knew that there were many more kissed to come in the future.

As soon as we broke apart I had to leave because I wasn’t allowed to be with him anymore. They would soon put him under anaesthesia and then move him to the surgery room…

Once again I had to wait. This time I was all by myself while the two most important people in my life were undergoing surgery. I felt useless without anything to do and my thoughts and fears were driving me crazy.

It took hours and hours and I just prayed that it would all be worth it in the end.

After 4 hours that felt like an eternity Dr Lancaster showed up in the doorway.

“And? Did it work?” I nearly shouted at him before he even had the chance to open his mouth…

“Luke!” I shouted.

“Luke! Look over here.”

I waved my arms to get the young boy’s attention. As he finally looked in my direction I pressed the button that would take the video.

I filmed Dan push Luke on the swings and they both looked so happy and beautiful.  

“Higher” our son shouted with joy and giggled as Dan pushed him even higher up in the air.

Since we lived in a small flat in London we often visited a local park so Luke, who was a very active child could play and romp around.

It was about to be autumn and all of the leaves were yellow and orange. The whole world was colourful. We were all wrapped in thick woollen scarfs and I was wearing gloves that hid the silver wedding ring on my finger.  

Dan had gotten Luke a video camera as soon as they got out of the hospital and he would take videos of everything he did. Because now he could do things, things a normal child could do. A child who wasn’t suffering from an deathly illness. A child who survived.

Luke took videos of all his activities instead of pictures now because he didn’t need to remember people anymore, he just needed to live.

A/N: I ended the last chapter on a little cliffhanger so here is part six, i hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 1.2K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR // PART FIVE // PART SIX // PART SEVEN // PART EIGHT

The sun was weak as Dan and I headed to Phil’s car that he parked in the drive way. We had gotten up early because we didn’t want Luke to be all by himself when he woke up.

It was soon to be autumn. The air was fresh and the leaves of the oak tree, that I used to sit under when I was younger, started to turn orange.

We walked through the front doors of the hospital together and greeted the old lady at the reception. At this time of the day the hallways were mainly empty. We passed a few nurses and doctors but we seemed to be one of the only visitors.  

Dan knew exactly where to go this time and as we stood in front of Luke’s room the look on his face was extremely different than it was yesterday. Less than 24 hours ago he was terrified and close to having a panic attack, but now his brown eyes sparkled with excitement and it seemed like he couldn’t wait to see his son again.

When we quietly entered his room Luke was still asleep. I saw a soft smile appear on Dan’s face as he saw his son like that and the sight warmed my heart in the purest way possible.

“He is the cutest thing in the entire world.” Dan whispered fondly as we sat down and just waited for our little one to wake up.

I told Dan more about Luke, that he used to kick me a lot during my pregnancy for example. Or that his first word was Mummy and he only ever ate one specific baby food brand.

Dan listened carefully, eager to know as much as possible about Lucas.  

“You are still here!” Was the first thing Luke said when he woke up. His silvery voice was filled with enthusiasm and relief while his light brown hair was ruffled and pointed into all different directions.

“Morning sunshine.” I chirped as I walked over to his bed and picked him up.

He wrapped his tiny arms around my neck and kissed my cheek lightly.

“Of course! Your daddy is still here. He promised you, didn’t he?” I said as I tapped his little nose, earning a bright giggle.

It’s been a few months since Luke’s last chemotherapy and although he was still suffering from its horrible side effects he could still smile and I had never been more thankful for anything in my life.

“Do you want your dad to hold you?” I asked my little angle.

Dan’s head snapped up as his eyes widened. Suddenly he looked nervous again.

Luke on the other hand nodded vigorously.

“Are you sure that I should hold him, Y/N? I really don’t know how-“ Dan babbled awkwardly, as I walked over to him with Luke in my arms.

“Dan” I laughed. “He is not a new born anymore, it will be fine.” I assured him as Dan took Luke in his arms.

“Woah. You’re so much taller than Mummy.” Luke realised in amazement, making Dan and I laugh.

As our laughter filled the small hospital room the world felt at peace for a few short seconds. It felt good, it felt like Dan had never left and like Luke wasn’t suffering from an life-threatening illness.

But then the door was opened, not slowly but with a hurried push.

Dr Lancaster was wearing his white coat and although he had a polite smile on his face most of the time, his eyebrows were furrowed together and his smile was nowhere to be found.

“Good morning, doctor.” I greeted him with an uneasy feeling in my stomach region.

“It’s good to see that you are here already, Miss Y/L/N.” he said. “You must be Mr Howell, right?” he added, eyeing Dan who was still stood in the corner holding Luke who was clinging onto him.

“May I ask you two to come talk in my office?” Dr Lancaster asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

Dan and I instantly agreed and followed him outside while a nurse took care of Luke and gave him his medication in the meantime.

Dr Lancaster’s office was a small room filled with patient charts and a huge desk. The air was hot and fuggy but that wasn’t the only reason why I was unable to breath.

Being in this room had never meant anything good before and I was sick with worry.  

The older man silently cleared his throat before he started talking.

“I’m sorry to tell you that Luke’s condition has worsened drastically. Our machines detected a few irregularities tonight, we don’t know why yet. The stem cell transplant is currently vital, I fear that it might be our only hope now.”    

I felt Dan stiffen up in shock and concern beside me as my heart sunk to my knees and I felt the need to gasp for air.

“He will make it if we start now.” Dr Lancaster calmed us down as he questioningly looked at Dan.

“I’m here, I’m ready.” Dan almost screamed.

The doctor nodded and asked us to follow him once again. This time he walked us to an empty hospital room where nurses were already waiting and greeted us as soon as we walked in.

10 minutes later Dan had rolled his sleeve up and was resting on one of the beds.

“This is going to take about 4 hours, Mr Howell. Just try to relax.” One of the nurses said the moment she pushed a needle into Dan’s underarm, right into his largest vein.

Dan winced at the sudden pain.

“We need to filter the stem cells out of your blood, that’s why it takes some time. But I’m sure they’ll help Lucas.” Dr Lancaster explained.

I spent all of those four hours holding Dan’s hand while Luke was being prepared for the transplant and I couldn’t be with him anymore.

We were both praying that Dan’s stem cells would help our son and since the doctor assured us that they surely will we were able to calm down a little bit.

Although it probably wasn’t one of the most comfortable feelings in the world for Dan he didn’t complain once and we just talked through it like we did this morning when we were waiting for Luke to wake up and everything was a little bit more alright.

“He really likes you.” I said, making Dan smile.

“I wish I would have been there from the start. I would have loved to hold him as a new born and see him grow up. I think I’ll never forgive myself for missing that.” He admitted.

“I’m just really glad that you’re here now. He will still grow a lot, you know? Especially since his father is a giant.” I laughed and shot him an encouraging smile.

And for a little while I really thought that we were going to be fine, that the universe was on our side now and that one day soon we could be a real little family.

Pairing: danisnotonfire x reader Genre: Angst, Fluff Warnings: Swearing, Break-ups, Aggression

Word Count: 3106

Prompt: I love your angst fic its so awesome!! Could you write another angsty one centred around jealous dan? 

Prompt: Please do one about jealous Dan!!!! __________________________________

(N.B. Contains fictional character 'Ollie', feel free to imagine him any way you wish.) "What are you doing?!" exclaims Ollie, propping his foot against the door of the YouTube space that had been hired for the day. You were dragging the huge light box from the corner of the room and didn't notice the tangle of wire following behind. Ollie was basically your mentor, you'd finally passed your exams and had got yourself a job at Google as a lighting and camera technician, but as you'd only been working there officially for a few months, you were very much still under his wing. Ollie was 22, and there was no denying he was good looking. All your friends were jealous of you because of the amount of hours you spent together in those little recording rooms, squashed behind cameras as you helped youtubers film their videos. He was also a massive flirt and you enjoyed his attention. Especially since you split with your boyfriend, and fairly famous youtuber Dan Howell, only two weeks ago. Your 8 month relationship had suddenly crumbled. You had met him when you did a weeks work experience at the YouTube building, and it didn't take either of you long to fall for eachother. But soon it seemed he couldn't cope with the stress of your very public love life, (outed accidentally by Louise) and he had decided to end it. Not really giving you a real reason. Ollie was the one you ran to when you felt like your world was ending. "I'm trying to set up! I wanted to sort it out on my own." You reply, pouting at him and pushing the light away from you. He walks through the door and grins at you, setting down his water bottle on a box full of props. "Aren't you cute." He answers, walking over to you and lightly squashing your cheeks in his palms. "Shut up", you say laughing and pushing his hands away, "Who the hell are we setting all this up for anyway?" The room was filled with extremely high tech cameras and lighting equipment. "Its for Ben Cook's 'Becoming YouTube' series." Ollie says, turning from you and lifting the heavy light rather effortlessly to where you were trying to drag it. The boy had muscles. He kicks the mess of wires away from around your feet. "You're sorting that out babe, I'm definitely not." He grins, pointing at it. You ignore him. "I love Ben's videos. Is he interviewing someone?" You ask, looking at the two black directors chairs facing the main camera lens. "Yeah... they'll be here any second." He answers, not looking at you. "Can you turn all the cameras on?" he says, squeezing past you to grab his bottle. As he passes, his hand glides over your back. "Sure." You take hold of the camera bar and tilt it towards the chairs, and then press the buttons to bring it to life. "Cheers gorgeous." Which was something he called you regularly. "I'll be back in a sec I'm gonna go grab the spare mic from the other room." He gives you a smile and slips out of the door, and you are alone in the room for all of around 20 seconds before the door swings open again. "Wow that was quick!" You laugh, not bothering to turn you head. "Can't bare to be away from me huh?" you joke, knowing he'll respond with his own cheeky comment. "Um... I'm sorry?" You hear. And you freeze. It wasn't Ollie's voice, it was Dan's. You look up to see him stood about two meters away from you, dressed in your favourite shirt and leather jacket. It was the first time you'd seen each other since your relationship ended, he looked so handsome, and you felt a mixture of pain and fluttering sheer through your heart. "Oh.. I thought you were-" "Ollie?" he finishes, quite sternly. "Yes." You drag your stare away from his beautiful rich brown eyes and back to the camera, just as the door swings open again. "ALRIGHT YOU LANKY SHITS LETS DO THIS!" Yells Ben. Phil follows behind him and flicks his fringe to the side. "YEAH!" he says raising his fists and scrunching his nose. However they both freeze when they see you and Dan in front of them. You staring at the camera, and Dan staring at you. "Phew!" Ben makes the whistling noise that makes everything a little more awkward. "This will be interesting. Alright Y/N?" he asks, not exactly treading gently. You look up at them and see Phil pull a gentle sympathetic face at you, probably knowing exactly how you felt right now. "Fine Ben. You ready to go? We've got the room until three." You say. "Yeah, take a seat boys." He gestures to Dan and Phil. Phil sits but Dan's eyes are still on you. Then Ollie comes bursting back through the doors, whistling to himself before smiling at the three youtubers in front of you. Dan's face turns into a slight scowl as he turns to watch Ollie. "Afternoon boys," he says confidently, "You ready to go?" He moves himself in front of Dan as he steps over a wire. They were almost the same height, Dan was only just taller. Ollie turns to face Dan, and smirks at him, pushing out his chest slightly. "Hold this for me gorgeous." Ollie says, clearly talking to you but keeping his eyes locked on Dan. He passes you the spare mic and you watch them both closely. It was like a dominance display, and you knew Dan had always felt intimidated by the attractive camera tech, but this time Dan edges forward slightly, grinding his jaw and glaring back at Ollie. "Okay you pair of peacocks. Put the feathers down. We haven't got long." Says Ben impatiently. You feel yourself blush, and you scratch the back of your hand harshly. Things were getting tense. It was safe to say Ollie wasn't Dan's biggest fan. When your relationship with Dan had ended, Ollie was the one that saw how it really affected you, and he resented Dan for it. He always told you how Dan should have fought for the relationship, and what a mistake he had made. Ollie's flirty boyish behaviour was probably his way of showing your painfully beautiful ex-boyfriend exactly what he'd left behind. Ollie shrugs, "Alright. Let's film." He smiles at Dan one last time, and turns to walk towards the cameras, and towards you. Dan sits down next to Phil and grips the sides of the seat, staring a spot on the floor. "Um... Everyone ready?" You ask, only allowing yourself to look between Phil and Ben as you feel Ollie up against your side. You know he's standing this close on purpose, but you don't want to push him away. As cruel as it may be, you were hoping it was making Dan a little jealous... Phil nods at you, smiling gently, before turning his attention to Dan, which naturally made you look too. He was clenching his jaw, as his eyes blazed. He then lifts his head to the side, moves his fringe slightly with his fingers and bites the inside of his lip, before finally looking up at Ben. Not you. "Yeah." He says plainly. Your stomach flutters and you return your stare to the cameras, gripping the bar and adjusting the height ever so slightly. There was a weird atmosphere in the room. Aside from the obvious tension between Ollie and Dan, there was a huge change in attitude towards you from Dan. Angry? Possessive? Sexual? All 3??? He had been the one to end the relationship, and aside from a (very painful) phone conversation to organise when he could come and collect his things from your flat, you hadn't spoken to or seen each other at all. Phil had been the one in the end to collect his things, and from what you could get out of him, Dan hurt just as much as you, so you couldn't work out exactly why he had ended it... From the way he was looking at you now, it seemed like he didn't know why either... "No gorgeous, like this, we want to get about ten centimeters in frame on Phil's left. C'mere." says Ollie, moving to stand behind you. There was little room between him and the wall, so he pressed into your back and wove his arms around you to hold the camera with you. He lowered his upper body slightly to be level with you. You felt your heart flip. Not because of Ollie, but because of Dan, you were watching him through the camera. He was glaring at Ollie again, really clamping his jaw together and you could see his chest inflate as he took a breath. "You see?" Ollie continues, running his hands over yours to move the camera to the left a little. His head was close to yours and he made no effort to hide his flirting in front of anyone in the room. "That's better. Good job babe." As he says it, one of his hands finds your waist, and he squeezes you gently, automatically making you giggle. You couldn't help it, it was a natural reaction, but at that moment, Dan stood. "That's enough Ollie." He says sternly. His eyes firey with anger and his fists clenched. "Sorry mate?" Ollie replies, keeping his hand on your waist but standing up to his full height. You blush and frantically look to Phil, who is watching Dan closely, a slightly worried look on his face. You both knew Dan wasn't the type to get angry, let alone challenge someone like Ollie. Sure, Dan was taller, but only just. And Ollie had the muscles. "You've got to me joking me." Sighed Ben. "I'm going to find Jack. Someone text me when they've sorted this shit out." He looks at you and raises his eyebrows as he walks over to the door, probably all the sympathy he's capable of seeing as this was his film that was being interrupted because of you. "I'm sorry Ben." You mumble, as he leaves. You look up through your lashes at Phil, who is now by Dan's side, holding onto his shoulder. "Take your hand off of her." Dan says through gritted teeth. His eyes flash to your waist where Ollie is holding you. "I don't believe you have the right to tell me that anymore mate." Ollie moves to stand slightly in front of you, almost protectively, but his fingers move from your waist to your hand where he holds it gently. You see Phil tighten his grip on Dan's shoulder, and you realise just how angry Dan must be. You force yourself to look at Dan, and see his eyes burning as he looks down at your fingers in Ollie's. You want to move then, but you're just frozen. You had never been fought over before, and this wasn't some playground fight. You felt too nervous to move, or to say a thing. "Are you jealous? Even though YOU gave her up?" pokes Ollie. "Don't." Whispers Dan. "You gave up all the boyfriend rights too bro. Y/N's single now. You saw to that." Ollie smirks. "Shut your mouth Ollie." Dan growls, taking a step forward despite Phil's efforts to hold him still. "Or what?!" Ollie replies, letting go of your hand and closing the gap between him and Dan. They both have their fists clenched and you can see Dan's eyes flitting between Ollie's. You fall back against the wall, a little overwhelmed with emotion. Did this mean Dan wanted you back? Or did he just not want anyone else to have you? You weren't even that interested in Ollie. He was your friend, but you enjoyed the flirting. It made you feel important, something you didn't feel much of towards the end of your relationship with Dan. But you couldn't handle the idea that Dan didn't want you to feel happy with anyone else. If he feels this way, why didn't he fight for your relationship? Why is he fighting for you now?!

"You lost her man." Ollie laughs at Dan, but nothing was funny. Dan's eyes narrow and he grinds his jaw again. Ollie leans in close to Dan's face and bares his teeth a little. "You fucked up."

Suddenly, Dan grabbed Ollie's t-shirt in his fists and scrunched the material up, he pulls it so hard Ollie lifts up slightly on his toes and Dan doesn't once break their eye contact.

"I told you, to shut your mouth."

You'd had enough. Adrenaline kicks in and you run over to force yourself between the two boys, pushing your palms on either of their chests. "STOP!" You yell. Dan rips his hands away from Ollie's t-shirt and lets his arms fall to his side. You can feel how fast his heart is beating through his shirt, and the butterflies begin to stir as you feel him breathe heavily against you. Ollie however seemed calm, probably thinking if things had gone any further he could have won, you however, and evidently Phil who was now holding Dan's shoulder with both hands, both realised that Dan was way too angry to back down on his own. You needed to calm him down . "Phil, please take Ollie out of here." You gently push Ollie backwards and glance up at him, nervously assessing his face. He looked calm enough, but slightly pissed off at your instruction. "You want me to leave?" "I think you should." You say gently. You realise that Ollie was only doing any of this because he knows Dan hurt you. He was technically sticking up for you, supporting you, in his own messed up way. You had allowed him to flirt. This was down to you. Dan was furious because of you. "Please go with Phil, Ollie. Find Ben and tell him he'll have to book a room for tomorrow. Or see if anyone else has equipment set up. I need to stay here." You turn to nod at Phil and he lets go of Dan's shoulders, glancing between you both. Dan is staring at a spot on the wall above your head, still breathing heavily with  pounding heart. Phil then points at the door and Ollie smirks at them both, before walking backwards, watching Dan, to the door Phil was holding open. "You best sort it the fuck out mate." He says, before stretching out his top and walking out the door with Phil. As the door clicks shut, you allow your hand to fall from Dan's chest, and his eyes flick up to meet yours. God you'd missed those eyes. They were somehow darker than you remember, and were still glowing with emotion.    "I'm sorry." He says. "You need to say sorry to Ben I think." You reply, trying to sound assertive but wobbling on a few of your words. You were close enough to smell him, and he smelt like your own piece of heaven. Your favourite smell in the world. "No...no Y/N. I'm not sorry for that... I'm sorry for everything." He runs his fingers through his fringe causing it to stick up a little, just like he used to when he was stressed, or embarrassed. You maintain your eye contact with him, but your eyelids flutter a little, knowing you're about the have the conversation you've been dreading. He continues, "I don't know how to... explain... it got too much. I couldn't handle it." "So you decide to cut and run?" You say, your voice wobbling again. "Ollie is right I fucked up. My head was all over the place you know I'm a private person. I've been getting shit about Phil and me for years so I never thought the internet would react so badly when my real relationship came out.. I thought everyone would just accept it... " "So you're blaming all of this on the fact that you had a girlfriend? You're blaming this on me?" "No!" He suddenly grabs your arms and pulls you closer to him. "No, I'm blaming this on me, and the fact that I am such a fucking idiot! I know I shouldn't care what anyone thinks, and I don't now. I care what I think, more importantly I care what you think and I care that Ollie had his hands all over you when it should still be me..." He runs his hands down your arms until he reaches your fingers, holding still awaiting your reaction. You don't really know what to do. Or think. Your head had been all over the place these last few weeks and now Dan had just said all that... but without realising, you had opened your palms, inviting his hands to hold yours. "I don't like seeing you with Ollie. I hate the thought of him touching you." "We're just friends Dan." You whisper, holding his hands tighter, craving his contact. "The way you were letting him touch you..." "To make you jealous. I didn't know it would work so well." He laughs gently, and your stomach knots at the sound. You can't help but smile too. You're still gazing into his eyes but his have wandered to your lips. "We've got a lot we need to talk about Daniel." You say, edging closer to him. "I mean it." "I know Y/N, but first you need to tell me you forgive me." You see a shine to his eyes you didn't see before. Tears? "Please forgive me everything." You didn't need to think about your answer. "I forgive you. I forgave you as soon as it happened. I can't hate you at all. But you have to change the way you are Dan. I won't let you give us up whenever you feel a bit stressed out." As you say the last few words, Dan shakes his head sadly, but in agreement.

"I know, I won't. I will never put you through this again. I fucking love you.” His eyes join your again. You lean up to rest your forehead on his.

"I love you. Who knew we needed Ollie to make this happen..." "I guess he'd not completely useless." He whispers, before pressing his lips to yours. He kisses you the way he did the very first time. Just after he had walked you home, stood outside your door. Tender but powerful. Meaningful and promising. His hands raise to your cheeks and you grip his middle. This time, there was no way you were going to let him go. ____________________________________

Words:  403 Genre: Angst  Warnings: Suicide  A/N: I’ve left the end of this open so I could continue so just let me know if you want it continued (this is the first proper angst kind of thing i’ve wrote so sorry for it being awful)

Dan X Reader

“No no no!” you hear your best friend Dan calling you name, but it's so quiet and slowly fading… Finally you can drift off into the abyss, you wish was being granted. But you could still feel the movements of you being lifted and rushed into an ambulance, Dan’s hand held in yours, every bump in the road made you shudder then you began drifting off, you hand dropped, you hear your best friend cry and you feel a tear roll down your cheek. Then you feel yourself being rigged up to machines and you could hear the machine beeps getting slower and slower, “I’m sorry,” you whisper to Dan, “I’m happy now.” then the beeps become so far from each other and slowly fade until nothing, you were in an eternal sleep now, you machine just spreading a single sound around the room, your face with a gentle smile and a note in your hand that your best friend picked up and read

Hey, I know I'm not the best with words but just remember that I'm happy now. Things just got too difficult and I couldn't breathe any more my demons were sitting on my lungs and each day was worse than the last. I said I was fine but I knew a long time ago that the life had died from my eyes, I was spiralling in a world that was attaching chains to me and after everything that has happened I had nothing left to fight for, I had no one left to fight for. The battle that I’ve been having with myself has given me scars, bruises and broken bones but the war is over and I've now won.

Thank you so much and I truly appreciate everything you did to make me happy but depression has a stronger will to destroy me than anyone would ever know. I truly love you so much and wish we could have had a happy life but no one would love me a depressed girl with nothing to live for but remember you were my last thought, hope, wish… you were my last breath...

Good night as I enter my happy eternal sleep.