#danhowellfix

ahh i follow so many blogs ((and like half of them don’t know i follow them bc this blog is technically a ‘side blog’)) but off the top of my head: @danhowellfix@fuckyeahdanfics@danhowelloneshots

Firstly, I’m so very sorry for disappearing for so long with no explanation. You don’t need to know the boring details, but it was good for me to step away. 

A lot has happened in the world of Dan and Phil recently hasn’t it?

BEFORE YOU READ: This first part sets up the meet and the environment a lot of the interaction takes place in, don’t expect sexy time yet. If you know my fics you’ll know I scene set a lot, and I enjoy giving you a good story. Thanks, love you.

Pairing: danisnotonfire x reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Alcohol, Drinking Word Count: 2284 (so far) Prompt: Omg I loooooove your writing! Please please can you do one where the reader and dan go to a google party or a convention party or something and they both drink too much and they kiss and they realise how much they like each other and they go back to his room? Omg I’ll die cos drunken kisses and the idea of drunken dan are everything lol thank u sweetheart x Prompt: Could you like do a dan x reader fan fic where you and dan met at a youtube party and you cant keep you eyes off each other, then that kinda stuff u know. Something around that would be nice thanks 😝 _________________________ “Oh my god, you look beautiful!” You hear an excited voice say from behind you. Glancing further up the mirror you’re sat in front of, you see Dodie staring down at your reflection, her mouth open in a cute smile. “Thank you!” You grin at her. You look back at your reflection, and take in what you see. Having never really been that good at your own party style make up, and seeing as this was your first ever SITC party, you’d let Louise loose on your face and you had to admit, she’d done an amazing job. Your eyes were outlined in a soft black, smoking out at your lids. Your eyelashes were long and fluttery, your cheeks highlighted and your lips a natural pink. You looked.. Hot. And you were proud of what you saw. “Looks stunning doesn’t she!” Exclaimed Louise as she emerged from the bathroom of the hotel room you were sharing with Dodie. “I take all the credit for the make up, but the beautiful features are all Y/N’s”, she blows a kiss at you in the mirror. You lift your hand up and pretend to catch it, giggling up at your sweet friends. “I love it Lou” you reply honestly. Your fingers running through the ends of your lightly curled hair (also done by Louise)  which halo’d your face and fell softly around your shoulders and back. “It’ll definitely be all eyes on you tonight, I want some of that male attention too!” Teased Louise. “No way, you always look incredible plus you’re way more confident than me. Does my dress look okay?” You ask them both as you stand up to check your outfit one last time. You’d chosen a short black dress, made of a shimmering material that glittered when it caught the light, and it had a low neckline that still accentuated your figure. In truth it wasn’t something you usually went for, but you really did look good in it. However, of course you still needed your friends approval. “Duh obviously,” promised Dodie, “you look smoking Y/N. The party starts in about 10 minutes but there’s pre drinks in Jack and Tom’s room. We don’t want to be those guys that show up to a party as soon as it starts. We need to make an entrance, maybe a slightly tipsy entrance!” She giggled as she reached for your fingers, lifting them above your head and twisting your arm to make you spin under your entwined hands. “Let’s go!” Louise grins, clapping her hands together. “Dodie do you have your phone?” “Got it got it got it!” Called Dodie as she tiptoed over to the side table between your beds and scooped up her phone. You smooth your dress down for one last time, grab your clutch bag from your bed and slip on your black heels, flicking your hair over one shoulder as you do so. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. It was probably the uncertainty of the evening. Maybe it was because you’d never been at a party like this before. How much should you drink? What if you dance like an idiot? Will people judge you? Or maybe it was because a certain tall dark handsome youtuber would be there, and you couldn’t work out why, but there was just something about Dan Howell that made you all fluttery inside. You’d been introduced to each other by Carrie Fletcher just a few days ago before the convention began but of course you already knew who he was, and yes, he was 100% more gorgeous in real life. An introduction is as far as it had gone. You doubted he even remembered your name… A short walk down the hall later, arms linked with Dodie and Louise who were giggling endlessly with excitement, you were outside the room of Jack and Tom. Louise releases you from her hold and raps her knuckles against the wooden door, but before she’d even had time to complete the third knock, the door swings open. “AAAAAAAAY THERE’S MY GIRLS!” Yells what looks like a very tipsy Jack Howard, his arms up in the air, a green straw hanging from his mouth. A flurry of welcomes and hello’s and incomprehensible greetings follow from the room full of your favourite people. “It’s not a party without my girls!” He swings his hands towards himself in a beckoning motion and gives you a cheeky wink as you grin at him, and you walk through the door for a hug. Louise and Dodie follow after you and go to greet your fellow youtubers as you give Jack a friendly squeeze and breathe in what already smells like too much tequila. “How much have you had Mr Howard?” You giggle. “It’s only half 9!” Jack leans back from the hug and taps you on the nose with the straw that’s still between his lips before letting it fall between you. 

“Hey you I’m sober enough to know you look amazing! Anyway we ssstarted our party at 8, I wanna get to the proper party now!” He slurs a few words as he grins at you. “Woah not yet!” You protest. “I haven’t had a single drink!” “I CAN FIX THAT!” Shouts a jolly Louise from beside a table covered in glasses and bottles. She is holding an overly full glass of rosé in one hand, and in the other she is clutching two shots of something clear. “Hey where’s my shot?!” Asks Dodie, coming up from behind you and leading you by the arm to Louise. “And mine!” Tom exclaims, appearing next to you and giving your arm a gentle squeeze hello. You smile up at him, and make a suggestion. “Shots for everyone?” “SHOTS FOR EVERYONE!” Repeats Hazel who had also joined the circle, a laughing Jack leaning by her side. 

Tom takes the bottle of tequila from the table and fills up several more shot glasses before passing them round the group. Louise outstretches her arms and hands you one of the shots as well as the glass of rosé. You take them from her and look around at your friends before raising your arm as you all ‘cheers’ to each other and then you close your lips around the rim of the tiny shot glass and throw your head back, not particularly enjoying the sharp taste falling down the back of your throat, but feeling a buzz from excitement of the evening ahead. Drinks in everyone’s hands, and smiles on everyone’s faces. ___________

10:50, it was finally party time. After several more shots, and several more glasses of rosé it was safe to say you felt good. Happy. Your head was fuzzy, it was the good kind of tipsy, all nice feeling swirling inside you. You were linked arms with Hazel on your left, and your fingers were woven into Dodie’s on your right. Somehow you’d forgotten the journey from the hotel room to the doors of the Summer in the City 2015 party but you were here now and you could hear the thumping music and see lights shining under the double doors in front of you. All the dutch courage you’d had before began to falter. He’d been in there. Looking gorgeous no doubt. “Dodie?” you whisper, without turning your head to her so as not to draw any attention to the conversation. “Yes babe?” You feel her lean closer to you, aware you needed to ask her something. “Are you sure I look okay? I mean… all of this… it’s not too much?  Will… do I…” you let go of Hazel’s arm and run your fingers through your hair once more. Hazel turns away from you so Dodie quickly moves to stand in front of you. Her hands hold your elbows. “Listen lady, you look beauuutiful. It’s definitely not too much don’t be sssilly. I’d totally snog you!” She jokes, laughing cheekily. Wobbling a little and holding tighter to your elbows. You sway with her slightly, realising any more drinks tonight were probably a bad idea… or a good one… depending on how dead the party actually is. “Let’s go eskimo!” Louise sings, pushing past everyone, shaking her hair over her shoulders and grabbing Hazel’s elbow. They stride towards the doors, singing along to Bruno Mars as he played loudly from within the party. Dodie holds your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze as you follow behind them, singing in a high pitched voice. You grin at her and can’t help but giggle, it wasn’t funny, but several shots of tequila will make anything laughable. With a strong force, Louise and Hazel push open the doors to the party. _________ It was safe to say the party was far from 'dead’. The music was loud, and you could feel the bass in your chest. It was the sort that could make anyone dance. The lights were soft, with random colours bursting through the air in time to the beat. Hot bodies of youtubers, new and old, occupied the dance floor and were squashed around the bar tables, laughing and sharing drinks. Everyone looked really good, it was the sort of party where everyone made an effort. Vlogging was banned here, because the party had plenty of dark corners and things could happen tonight that people may not exactly want on the internet… You found yourself smiling again. Definitely the sort of party where anything could happen.    The open bar across to the left of the room had your attention, a lot of people you recognised were crowded round it and you could see multiple cocktail shakers flying through the air. “Come on!” Yells Dodie, also spotting the action at the bar. She pulls you in its direction, weaving in and out of some people who were having a mini dance battle. You turn your head back and see everyone else you’d arrived with merge into the dance floor, Louise’s beautifully bright hair would be your indicator as to where your friends were for the rest of the night. You turn back to Dodie and grip your bag to your body as she continues to pull you to the bar, her other arm up in the air with her hand waving around to the music. Carrie and her boyfriend Pete spot you first, she was wearing a beautiful 50’s halter dress and both of them were wearing matching Mickey Mouse ears. You were good friends with both of them and felt totally comfortable around them. “GUUUUUUYS!!!” She yells, gathering you both into a slightly sweaty hug. Carrie was always the first on the dance floor. “You. Look. Amazing.” She says into your ear, and you squeeze her waist in thanks. “Damn girl!” Who are you? I don’t believe we’ve met!“ Teases Pete, planting a kiss on the side of your head as Carrie releases you from her grip. "Yeah, bit different isn’t it?” You smile, looking down at your dress once more.    “She’s a heartbreaker tonight!” Pete says, winking at Dodie and Carrie. Carrie claps her hands lightly together and holds her hands out to you. You take them and look between all three of your friends. “So are…. um…. who else is here?” You ask. You see Dodie smile at you knowingly. “Everyone!” Replies Carrie. “Drink first, then dance?” Not as aware as Dodie as to why you were asking. “MORE SHOTS.” Yells Dodie, pointing at the bar and squeezing herself in a gap. You giggle and follow her. Your head was still fuzzy but more drinks were needed before you could join all the dancers in the middle of the room. As you reach the bar, a jägerbomb train had just been set up, and everyone at the bar looked excited. “Are you ready?” She grins, tapping her fingers against the dark wood. Her face changes slightly as she looks past you to the other end of the bar. “You best be ready.” “What? I’ve had jägerbombs before Dodes.” You tap her on the hand dismissively. “I’m not talking about the drink Y/N.” She leans towards you and kisses your cheek, just as the bartender taps the very first shot on the start of the train. A roar erupts from around the bar as the shots fall into the redbull and people begin to reach forward to grab the glasses. You frown at Dodie, a little confused, but not sober enough to really work out what she was getting at. “Well. I’m ready for these anyway.” You reach forward and wrap your fingers around the cold glass, sliding it back towards Dodie who was still smiling and swishing her hips next to you. As you reach forward for another, you feel the lightest touch of fingers against your waist, and a warm body leans gently against your side as their own hand reaches for a glass. You don’t recognise this hand, or the shirt on their arm, or the exhilarating cologne that filled your senses. 

“So…what are we drinking to?” A soft, flirtatious voice asks. A voice that you did recognise. You quickly grab at Dodie’s fingers and squeeze them tight by your side, before you finally turn your head to look at the guy you’d hoped you’d find tonight. He was in a plain black, well fitted button up, and his dark hair was curled gently and his even darker eyes were focused on yours, shimmering as he smiled.

“Y/N right? We met a few days ago.” His hand was still against your waist, and his other hand passed you a jägerbomb.    “Yeah we did. Hello Dan.” You can’t help but smile as he leans in a little closer.

The next fic is a multiple parter, because as some of you have probably realised, short fics aren’t my style. Here’s the promt for you:

“Omg I loooooove your writing! Please please can you do one where the reader and dan go to a google party or a convention party or something and they both drink too much and they kiss and they realise how much they like each other and they go back to his room? Omg I'll die cos drunken kisses and the idea of drunken dan are everything lol thank u sweetheart x”