dan and phil // one shots

mine // oneshot 4

a/n Dan and Phil have been noticing each other's sudden affection for each other, and this is kind of a prompt on how they would confess.

dan's point of view

wow. just wow.

I'm watching this lame romance tv show on this lame drama channel with extremely lame food warming up in the microwave. why must I be so bored.
Phil watches this show.
what even is he doing with his life.

actually, where was phil?

yes, where is phil.

gone.
but he'll be back. I was intending on filming a video with him, I was also intending on finding a good show to watch.

I wanted to see him.

I hate myself for wanting him so bad.

he's not mine. But I secretly wish he was. wish I could hold him at midnight, wish we could cuddle and watch netflix. I missed him already, even though he was only gone for what.

10 minutes? 30 minutes?

To Dan it felt like an hour, 2 hours. He felt sick watching the show.

he just wanted to watch something new. emphasis on the new.

I watch the couple on tv, almost falling of the sofa in fatigue.

"Don't touch her. Don't you dare..."
"She's mine b*tch!"
*punch thrown*
"You as*hole!"
"Mine, she's mine. Mine!"
*guy screams at the other*
*girl walks in*
"what the f*** is going on?!?"

she needed to control her language, I thought. probably the only thought I would have with this show. an unfair thought, actually. I mean i swear more then her, probably.

"Please, your mine."
*girl looks at his eyes*
"No, he's mine."
*girl and guy two turns to each other*
"yours"
"mine"
they shared in unison.

in my opinion, this would be much cuter if
1) they were my otp
2) if they were gays
3) well actually i couldn't care less

Phil suddenly came into my view.
Great. He now he knows I watch this dumb show.

"Yours" he abruptly said.

there was longing. in his eyes.
lust. desire. love.

there was probably the same in mine.
so I reply back.

"yours"

"mine" we say together, as his arms embrace mine.