#gangleader!phil

The air in the room was tense, everyone’s posture rigid and stiff. They pretended to be casual- leaning up against the exposed brick wall or the torn up couches. One man fiddled with an old dart but didn’t bother throwing it. Another loaded and unloaded his gun, muscles taught and expectant. The target in the corner, shaped like a real person, was riddled with holes- but none were fresh. Everyone was simply waiting.

Dan paced, his worn pink converse tapping against the concrete impatiently. He too was waiting, but unlike the others, he wasn’t anxious. He was just /bored/- bored of all the stupid gang members and all the stupid waiting. Dan had tried out plenty of different people, and the one thing that Phil’s lifestyle gave him that no one else could was constant excitement.

Everything about Dan was soft, from his flower crown, sitting lightly on brown curls, to his clothes, pretty and pastel, just the way he liked them. Phil liked them too- liked pulling on them and calling Dan ‘baby’. Phil didn’t just date Dan because he was pretty, just like Dan didn’t just date Phil because he lead an exciting life. But it certainly didn’t hurt.

Dan huffed. “How long has it been?”

“Don’t get your panties in a knot,” one of the men, Alvin, said as he tried to get the blood out from underneath his fingernails. “They’ll be done when they’re done.”

“I’m bored!” Dan marched over to the smaller couch and laid back over the edge, hanging upside down from the back. His loose pink shirt fell upwards, revealing his stomach. “What’s the meeting about anyway?”

“Not our place to tell you,” another man, Charlie insisted. He walked behind the couch, reaching over and pulling Dan’s shirt back up to cover his stomach. Dan smirked, still upside down. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend when he gets here?”

“Why don’t you ask him for me?” Dan flirted, fluttering his lashes.

“Why don’t you ask him for yourself?” the man retaliated. His voice was harsh from years of smoking.

Dan huffed once more. “Fine. I will.” He sat up, maybe a little too quickly, and danced his way over to the single phone, the ground wobbling slightly beneath him. Grabbing onto the phone he stumbled forwards, catching himself on the table, and staying there. “Phil,” he sang quietly, listening intently to the ringing.

“Wait, he’s at the meeting!” Alvin protested, striding over to where Dan leant on the phone table. “You can’t call him when he’s at a meeting, put the phone down.”

Dan hummed lightly, ignoring him.

The click meant a bullet went into place. Dan tilted his head slightly, looking down the barrel of the gun pointed at him.

“Alvin, stop!”

“Don’t touch him, the boss will kill you!”

“Shut up!” Alvin demanded, and they did, however reluctant. He turned his attention back towards Dan. “Now put the phone down.” The big man gestured with the gun, muscles flexing.  

Dan, his flower crown slightly crooked, considered it. The phone continued ringing, buzzing annoyingly in his ear. “Shoot me,” he whispered.

“What’d you say?”

“Shoot me,” Dan muttered again, licking his lips. “Come on. Do it.”

“Hello?”

Dan squealed. “Philly!”

“Oh, hey baby. Anything wrong?”

Dan looked up at the man with the gun still trained on him. Slowly, Alvin lowered it. “Yes, Phil. I’m bored.”

Phil chuckled on the other line. “I’ll be home soon, okay baby? Just have to finish up the meeting.” There were some muffled noises in the background- something like an impact, then begging, then quiet. “I love you.”

Dan giggled, biting the tip of his finger lightly. “Mm'kay. Bye!” He cut the call, amused enough for the moment.

—

Dan practically tackled Phil when he came in through the door.

“Boss!” Charlie said from behind them. “The meeting went well?”

“Don’t act so surprised,” Phil scolded. Dan was clutching on to him, practically hanging off of him like a koala. “Baby,” he whined, “You’re going to get blood on your clothes!”

Dan pouted but didn’t move. “Why are your clothes bloody?”

 "Because I hit a vein, Baby. You know blood splatters when you hit a vein.“

Dan smiled dreamily, resting his head on the taller man’s chest. "As long as it’s not your blood.” He paused for a moment, then continued. “If it was your blood, I’d have to go and find whoever hurt you and kill them.”

Alvin snorted behind them. “Yeah, good luck with that, princess.”

Dan and Phil both looked up, glaring at him. “Can I shoot him?” Dan asked quietly, but still loud enough for the others to hear.

Phil shook his head, looking a little disappointed. “No, he’s part of our gang. But if Alvin betrays us and joins another gang, then you can shoot him.”

—-

They were laying on their bed, with Phil sitting against the pillows and Dan curled up, his head rested in the other man’s lap. The TV show playing across the room came to a commercial break, and Phil picked up the remote, muting it like he always did.

His hand was rested on Dan’s head, sometimes stroking his hair lovingly, sometimes just letting his presence be known. He was careful not to mess up the boy’s carefully placed flower crown.

“You’re so soft,” Phil commented quietly. “How do you do it?”

Dan smiled hazily. “Dry shampoo and hard drugs.”

Phil flicked his ear, and Dan tried to make a face of annoyance, but he couldn’t be serious. “You don’t do drugs,” Phil reminded him. “Bad for your health. Addictive. Expensive.”

Dan rolled his eyes. “Please. If you cared about health, we’d eat a vegetable once in a while. You just don’t like the taste of weed.”

“You don’t like it either,” Phil reminded him. “And the health thing is an added benefit.”

They went back to silence, watching the muted commercials with vague interest.

“You’re soft too,” Dan announced, almost too quietly to hear. “You just pretend like you’re not. But I know the truth.”

Phil snorted. “You know all my secrets, Baby.”

Dan laughed aloud. “Please. You’re in a fucking gang, I don’t think I want to know all your secrets. I don’t have that kind of time.”

“I thought you were supposed to be pastel,” Phil retaliated, a small smile dancing across his lips. “What’s with all this cussing?”

Dan sat up slowly, letting Phil remove his hand. Instead, Dan snuggled up to his side, kneeling next to his boyfriend and resting his head in the crook of his neck. “I like flowers and pink, and I run an aesthetic Tumblr blog filled with flowery, pink things. What more do you want from me?”

Phil tilted his head to the side further, exposing the side of his neck invitingly. “Nothing.”