#danisnotonfire preference

Dan X Reader

Word Count: 865

Genre: Smut

Find my prompts here and submit them here   [REQUESTS OPEN] 

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You stood there, silent, observing. Nestled against the doorframe of your’s and Dan’s bedroom, grasping a warm mug of hot chocolate in your hands and wearing nothing but your underwear and Dan’s black and grey chequered shirt. You smirked slightly at the endless huffs and puffs coming from Dan as he attempted to sort screws from nails, with his tongue slightly poking out of the side of his mouth. He liked to pull that face when he was concentrating, but on a video game or editing a video, now, his face looked overcome with anger.

“Hey you! Stop laughing at me!” Dan sternly instructed you. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the mess that he had created on the floor.

“Well unless you want to sleep on the floor tonight…” you laughed. “I could help you you know” you said softly as you walked over to him wrapping your arms around his neck. Dan gently shrugged you off, he didn’t want to appear helpless in front of you so you made your way into the lounge of your new apartment and watched some TV, attempting to ignore the frustrated screams of anger coming from the other room.

A few hours had passed and you began to fall sleepy. Sluggishly, you walked back into the bedroom and to your surprise Dan had finally finished building the bed that you had bought precisely 7 hours ago.

“wow, I’m impressed” you whispered in his ear as you yet again pulled him into one of your famous bear hugs. Dan was exhausted; he rested his chin on your head and all you could hear in the moment was his heart beating and his heavy breathing.

“and now, we sleep” Dan said as he pulled away from the hug and collapsed onto the messily-made bed.Yet again, you chuckled at his impulsiveness. “Not so fast mister” you said slowly, “you haven’t got your reward yet.” His face looked confused yet he knew exactly what you meant.

Your naked thighs sat on top of Dan who was sprawled out on the bed. “Damn, you look hot in my shirt” he said breathlessly. “Wow you only just noticed huh?” you questioned as you began to stroke his chest, currently straddling him. Slowly, you moved backwards and forwards, gently yet carefully, making sure that your first night in your apartment together was well remembered. Tiny moans escaped his mouth as he threw his head back, exposing his neck, leaving you to lean forward. You began pecking on his jaw at first before you made your way down to his neck, leaving hickeys on his soft skin.

“Y/N, You know what you do to me” Dan moaned as he gripped onto your hair, weaving his fingers amongst the strands. He moved you towards his lips and you felt his warm breath before they collided with yours.

Breaking the kiss, you look down to see the tent that had formed in Dan’s jeans. You undo his belt and slide off his jeans, tossing them to the other side of the empty room. in this moment, you didn’t care about anything else, all you wanted was to be there with him and feel his warmth. You wanted to be held by him as you moved together amongst passionate sounds of breaths and moaning. Before you knew it, he was inside you. It felt better than ever before and you let out a little cry at the shock of his size. “You okay, love?” he whispered. You could only nod due to the sheer pleasure that you were feeling.

Moments passed, tangled hair, mountains of sheets and heavy breathing. You had been with Dan for a year now but never had you wanted him so bad, his whimpers were turning you on even more as he gripped your waist, straddling on top of him. Your heart was pounding and you could feel the eruption beginning to bubble inside you. “D-Dan” you moaned “I’m close”. He began powerfully thrusting into you as the both of you were creating a mass of noise. “me too” he cried.

Suddenly, a shiver was sent down your whole body and you felt him explode inside you. Dan had never managed to make you come before, this was the first time and it felt amazing. You lay on top of him, burrowed into his neck, intertwined in the white sheets.

Peacefully you lay there with each other until suddenly, you heard a snapping sound beneath you. “Uh.. Dan” you cautiously said before you both fell and collapsed to the ground, surrounded by wooden slats and nails. The bed had broken right beneath you. Despite the pain in your arm from where Dan had landed on it, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Well you clearly didn’t build that very well did you?” You chuckled at Dan. “I don’t think it was the bed sweetie..” he replied as he looked up at you with a glimmer of flirtation in his eye.

Request: Reader argues with one of the boys about the existence of aliens

I decided to preference-headcannon thing, hope it’s okay, enjoy!

-          Phil would be convinced that they would try and be friends with humans

-          Dan would disagree

-          “How the fuck do you compliment another species through maths?”

-          Phil would probably go with the stereotype of big headed green people

-          Dan, again, would disagree

-          “Humans can’t just assume that everything is based off them!”

-          Dan, in fact, would end up getting very concerned about educating Phil on science and aliens

-          You would end up trying to calm them both down and reason with them

-          Existential crisis ™

-          “How do you know I’m not alien – wait, what if you are?”

-          Dan would definitely be very science-y about it, rather than Phil being creative

-          “Let’s just agree that aliens are the ones off Star Wars.”

Pairing: your choice of Dan x reader or Phil x reader

Genre: romance, angst(?)

TW: a little bit of swearing

Word count: 597 (nothing too long)

I’m the biggest procrastinator out there. I have 5 requests to take care of and I haven’t even started any of them. *bows repetitively* I swear I’ll do them. Don’t kill me just yet.

With that said, I wrote this imagine to commemorate the one year I’ve been a Tumblr user. Yes ya’ll, 364 days ago, I made the wise decision to create a Tumblr account. Since then, posting fanfics and doing a ton of shitposting has taken over a chunk of my life. No regrets though. I love being Tumblr trash. After some thinking, I chose to write my Tumblrversary fic inspired by a recent video from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. This concept is something I’ve believed in for years and I was so happy to see it finally fleshed out by one of my recent favorite Tumblr blogs.

Hope you guys enjoy! As bittersweet as this will be, I know many of you lovelies will be able to relate.

In their lifespan, there were multiple ocassions when their paths nearly crossed, moments when they were seconds away from meeting one another. Whether it was passing by each other on a busy street or sitting on separate tables in a Starbucks on the exact same time, those were the times when destiny missed its call, when living on a planet populated by billions of people was their flaw.

The unfortunate part is how perfect they are for each other. He loves video games; she does too. He has a heart for Muse; she’s band trash for (your favorite band). He winds up in the strangest situations; she happens to walk into bizarre situations that results in her asking, “What the fuck did I walk into?” He has a unique perspective of the world; she has a caring heart that allows her to understand anything that comes her way.

You could say they’re soulmates, but if they are, they’re soulmates from another lifetime. They’re the type of soulmates with a story trapped in a prequel, unable to move forward into the first chapter. With their common interests, they have the capability to become a power couple. Their only downfall is how they’re unknowingly waiting for the right time and place, a time and place that’s not happening.

She’s a face that’ll never be in his memories. The times when he wishes he could find true love, he’s unaware of her existence. He’s oblivious to his idea of a perfect girl living her life somewhere else. He’s too caught up in his YouTube career to have time for a relationship, though it hasn’t stopped him from dreaming about the day he’ll meet his future wife.

He’s a face occupying her thoughts ever since she started watching one of his YouTube videos. She was captivated by his infectious humor and passion for the nerd culture. As a phangirl, she longed to meet the man who can draw her effortless smiles. She goes to VidCon and went to watch one of their shows during TATINOF. She hopes to see her idol and thank him (and his partner-in-crime) for bringing light in her lie, but as parallel lines go, those lines will never meet.

It’s a one-sided, indirect connection. She knows so much about him; he knows absolutely nothing about her. He’s the best friend/pretend brother/potential boyfriend she wishes to have; she’s the stranger that remains as a stranger to him.

Perhaps fate always had different plans for them. Life goes on. She grows out of her YouTube crush for him, marrying a different person who she loves unconditionally. She chooses stability and maturity. There are ocassions when an inkling of doubt crosses her mind, as if there’s a piece she’s yearning for to bring complete satisfaction to her humanity. However, it isn’t anything she worries over too much – she’s happily married with a person who wants to build a family with her.

And that’s the thing about parallel lines. What you think brings you ultimate happiness may not make you fully happy after all. Maybe you’re missing out on a lifestyle that could’ve occurred in a split second. Maybe the love you have now is a love only meant to fill the void of romance in your life. In actuality, you never developed a relationship with the true love of your life.

These two people… they’re an encounter not meant to be. Maybe it is in a parallel universe. After all, parallel lines are bound to intersect in an environment that’s just as parallel, right?

request: nope

warnings: none

enjoy:)

psa: i will try to make all non-requests not gender or body type specific because EVERYONE should be able to enjoy a little dan fluff:):):):)

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The low hum of rain hitting the roof and the sound of passing cars outside your apartment was enough to wake you. Clearly not in Dan’s case; his soft snores echoing through the bedroom and bouncing off the walls. His cold hands draped lazily over our waist, lifting up your shirt the slightest bit. He had stolen all of the blankets, of course, leaving you to fend for yourself against the cool London morning air with nothing but a thin sheet and a prayer. The view of gray clouds and occasional lightning from the large window at the foot of the bed was calming, to say the least. You quietly untangled yourself from Dan and made your way to your small kitchen to make yourself some coffee and Dan his tea. You could see people below you on the streets,rushing to work or Uni, or maybe even some tourists hitting the shops. So much was going on outside, so many things to do. The serene environment of your home was like a whole other world.  

Dan shuffled in around ten minutes later, obviously noticing your absence from his arms. His sweater paws were clutched to his chest in an effort to keep warm. You smiled in his presence and he smiled back. No words needed. No one daring to interrupt the beautiful music of downtown London. He joined you at the counter, peeking over your shoulder as you mindlessly scrolled through social media with the occasional chuckle whenever a good meme came along. You didn’t need to speak to have a conversation with him. He knew what you wanted to say. He always knew. And so you sit in silence.

And you sit in love.

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Word count: 1,215

Genre: Fluff

Sidenote: This was inspired by a song by Dodie Clark called I have no words and I intended it to show how love can change a person’s perception of themselves. 

The bleak walls stared down at me as thoughts raced through my head. The room was silent but all I could hear was noise, voices, screaming at me, telling me that I’m not good enough. I looked down to see my bare thighs rested on the clean white bedsheets and yet all I could see was an imperfect mess, something that needed to be fixed. I had never been a confident person and it just so happened that 3am hit me hard. My throat began to burn and my eyelids felt heavy. A soft whimper escaped my mouth as a singular tear rolled down my cheek. I looked at my bloodshot eyes in the reflection of my phone and an overwhelming unhappiness took over my body. I was feeling so much pain.

I had never been in love; only once felt the soft touch of the lips of another. But oh how I longed to belong to someone, to be held tightly in their arms, encompassed with so much love that I didn’t know what to do with myself. But sadly, this was a reality that was never to be. I always felt too ugly to be loved by someone else. Masking my naked face every day with makeup, with the soul purpose to fake a persona which was only to impress. I cared all too much about what other people thought and it hurt. I was constantly wearing clothes to hide my stomach and the lumps of fat that only I noticed. I felt undesirable.

I carried this with me throughout most of my life and I had accepted it. I was an anomaly to the system, never to be loved and never to be wanted. I sat there that night, silently crying at my misfortune. The acceptance was beginning to fade away as I realised that there was nothing that I wanted more than to be in a relationship with another human being. I had one particular person in mind, my one true friend and roommate Dan Howell. His perfection was uncanny, mine however was non-existent. I reluctantly pushed back my emotions out of fear of not being good enough for him and ruining the friendship that we had. But it was so hard to see him everyday knowing that he was the only person that I longed to be with.

The silence filled with my whimpering cries of self-pity. Nose running and hair knotted.

“Y/N?” His familiar voice calmed me slightly, making me forget about the current state that I was in.

“Are you okay?” The door creaked open and Dan made his way over to the chaos of bed sheets where I lay sobbing. I tried to be strong but I had no words for the pain that I was feeling, self-hatred.

Although hazy, I gazed up into his soft brown eyes which emoted so much empathy and care. I couldn’t help but recognise the imperfect curls that were positioned on his head, one particular curl hanging down on his forehead. His smile was concerned but warm and his familiar lopsided dimples made me chuckle slightly. Neither of us had to say a word. Dan leaned in close to me, and squeezed me tight, breathing deeply on my neck.

I had hugged Dan before, but not like this. His hands intertwined around my waist as I clung onto his neck and burrowed my teary eyes into his shoulder. I had never experienced such closeness and I didn't want it to end.

“Please, Y/N, tell me what’s wrong” He asked whilst still holding me.

I gently pushed Dan away, I didn’t want to appear weak in front of him, I didn’t want him to see my insecurities

“I don’t want to die alone, Dan” I had never seen such worry overcome his face. “I’m scared that nobody will ever love me” Once more, I broke down into tears, feeling oh so stupid for revealing this to him.

“Y/N I-“

“Please, Dan, I don’t want sympathy” I whispered whilst avoiding eye contact and staring down at the floor in embarrassment.

All of a sudden, I noticed Dan’s eyes beginning to glaze over before a tear streamed down his pale cheek. “I love you, Y/N”

In this moment, I didn’t know what to feel or how to feel it. But I did know one thing for certain, I wasn’t alone anymore. I had Dan by my side, intertwining his fingers with mine, gripping tightly as we both snivelled.

Did he mean as a friend? Or was this a confession? I was so confused yet excited at the same time. But no matter what, I would not let the overwhelming optimism overcome me. I was all too friendly with the feeling of disappointment and I wasn’t ready to experience this again.

“Ever since you moved in here, I couldn't help but fall in love with you” I could sense his nervousness, a similar feeling to my own, fear of rejection. Blood was rushing through my veins, my heart was beating at 100 miles an hour yet all I could do was gawp at his perfect face and the way that his tears made him appear so much more precious.

“I love you too Dan” I whimpered. In this moment I couldn’t quite believe what was happening, I had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. But this was reality. Dan Howell, the man that I had repressed my feelings for, was sitting in front of me confessing his love.

There’s something special about eye contact. The way that you connect with a person. But with Dan, everything was different; I could stare into the darkness of his eyes forever, so full of life and compassion. His smile revealed wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, revealing true happiness. He had the kind of face that made you feel safe; handsome yet beautiful with constellations of freckles carved into his cheeks.

The silence was silent no more. Synchronised were our racing heartbeats as the sheets rustled gently, becoming displaced with every movement edging closer to one another. My head was throbbing but it could not distract from the rush of both fear and excitement that I was feeling. My hands were trembling but I could not contain my self anymore, I couldn’t help but observe his chapped lips and how much I wanted to kiss them.

All of a sudden, he grabbed me and everything fitted into place. I could feel his soft breath on my neck as he made his way up to my lips, pecking me with small kisses. Foreheads touching, we gazed into each other’s eyes once more before he finally gave in; caressing my cheek, his sweet lips invaded mine as I ran my fingers through his silky hair.

“Y/N” he whispered slowly amongst short, shallow breaths. For once, I meant something. My name finally had a purpose and I had never experienced anything like it.

Word count: 625

Back story: You and Dan have been dating for a year yet when he takes off to America for work, you become lonely. Finally, Dan returns and there is nothing more that you want than to be held in his arms. 

The desire was growing stronger. It had been over a month since you had been held in his safe grip. Over a month since he had softly kissed your forehead and whispered goodnight. His presence was becoming a rare and unfamiliar feeling yet the craving for it was all too much. Watching the seconds slowly fade by on the clock, you gripped tightly onto your phone to the point of exhaustion, just longing for some kind of message to tell you that he was here and that he was safe.

Buzz. Buzz.

It was him. You held the phone tightly to your face, intently listening to his soft breath and the way that he pronounced your name as if it was the first time all over again

“Dan, I miss you”  You silently cried into the phone.

“I need you”  Your lungs were so needy that the breath was running out and the whisper became a silence.

“Look outside your window” said a calming voice

As a singular tear ran down your cheek, with your eyes red and swollen, you peeled back the curtain revealing the night sky crowded with the iridescent light of the stars. Your eyes drifted down to see Dan standing on your doorstep, suitcase in hand.

Still clutching onto your phone, your breath became weaker but that was okay for it had a purpose. Your legs ran down the flight of worn wooden stairs and to the front door which was yet to reveal the best gift that anybody could receive.

With your oversized sweater covering the bitten nails on your hands, you quickly opened the door to see him standing there. You had almost forgotten the perfect dark curls that lay on his head and his loving brown eyes which became black in the evening light. In this moment, nothing else mattered. You flung your arms around his neck in a matter of seconds, taking in the familiar smell that you had missed so dearly.

“I missed you too” he mumbled into your neck whilst caressing your back and gripping tightly.

There is no greater feeling than love. Just simply wanting to be with somebody. Love isn’t about the people; it’s about the time, needing to be in each others arms, with your chest on his, listening to the sound of his heart beating in the silence. You stood there for what felt like an hour, in the silence, wrapped in his warmth. The cold was ignored, the goosebumps on your skin didn’t matter to you right now, for the only thing that mattered was him.

You rested your chin on his chest and looked up at his face, taking in the paleness of his skin and the constellations of freckles that were carved into his cheeks. This was the face that you had seen in your dreams, as you peacefully slept on his side of the bed. But now he was here and he was yours.

Pulling him into the tight hallway, you slammed the door behind you with little focus for anything else but his soft lips and how much you wanted to kiss them. Your feet, bare on the floorboards, reached up until you were on your tiptoes, meeting his height. You felt his warm breath on your face as both of your eyes flickered with passion. Quickly, your lips collided, sending tingles down your spine which had been sorely waited for. Yet the wait made everything so much better. A single hand stroked your face, sliding down onto your neck whilst the other still wrapped tightly around your waist. The only sound was the rough breathing of two lovers.

1. “since when did it become a chore to love you”

2. “our song”

3. “help… I did it again”

4. “how drunk was I?”

5. “I can’t always think of witty comebacks”

6. “fuck you scared me!”

7. “so.. I have some news”

8. “We lost the baby”

9. “Honey please don’t touch that”

10. “we really need to stop picking up stray animals..”

11. “please don’t leave”

12. “just admit, I’m right”

13. “hey! you got flour all over me you douche bag!”

14. “stop working so damn hard”

15. “was that your first kiss?”

16. “are you doing this to make me pay attention to you?”

17. “what’s the matter, sweetie?”

18. “welcome to fatherhood”

19. “I haven’t slept in ages”

20. “you’re a nerd”

21. “does he know about the baby?”

22. “you’re not allowed to fall asleep mister”

23. “I’m not buying IKEA furniture again”

24. “I had another nightmare”

25. “How could you forget your own son’s birthday?”

26. “quit wining and make me some pancakes”

27. “I’m not jealous”

28. “stay the night, please”

29. “don’t ask me that”

30. “uh.. why is there fake blood all over the floor?”

31. “shut up and kiss me”

32.  “it’s you.. it’s always been you”

33. “did you really just insult Sherlock in front of me?”

34. “I picked up the wrong cake”

35. “what have I told you about the toilet seat?”

36. “I vote today to be a pyjama day”

37. “I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle”

38. “Quick, make a wish, it’s 11:11”

39. “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole”

40. “You’re like 5 feet tall, how are you gonna reach me shortie?”

41. “The whole street is blocked off, the police won’t tell me anything”

42. “well if it wasn’t you, who ate the last pizza slice?”

43. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting a video game-themed wedding”

44. “shh she’s sleeping”

45. “are you wearing my shirt?”

46. “why would you want to marry me?”

47. “mummy, daddy, I had a bad dream”

48. “aren’t the stars so beautiful?”

49. “You’re going to make me late again”

50.  “You need to see a doctor”

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Rules

sup peeps so recently I’ve been obsessing over @phanncy ‘s fanfiction and the prompts that she uses so I decided to do something similar!

Simply inbox me with the number/numbers that you want and if you like, specify either Dan or Phil!