Sunday morning, you'd dressed and were now sat upon your tidied bed, too lazy to get up and make breakfast, not awake enough to endure Eileen's endless energy.
Remembering you'd drained your mac surfing Tumblr the afternoon before, you reached for its charger...
To find it not there...
Hm.
Ah!
You unlocked your phone and typed up a text.
Y/N: good morning, whisk
Dan replied almost immediately.
dan: good morning, dangirl/danboy/danperson
Y/N: you know you love it
dan: guilty
dan: what's up?
Y/N: well, spatula boy, I was wondering if I'd left my macbook charger at your place yesterday?
dan: why don't you just come over and check?
With a smile, your legs were out of bed and carrying you passed Eileen's door— whereupon you knocked,
"Eileen!" knock knock knock, "Time to get up and attack the day!" you called with false enthusiasm, opening the door.
There was a groan.
"Fuck. Off", was muffled by a pillow likely pulled across the face, and you manged to duck away before a hairbrush came sailing through the air to where your face had been only moments ago
—and almost skipped through the kitchen, despite your sleepiness.
Past the living room and kitchen, you arrived at your door.
You pulled on the handle and stepped out—
at the same time as Dan stuck his head out from his door.
"Have you seen Twitter this morning?" he asked out of the blue.
You crossed the hall. "No", you frowned, "should I have?"
"Well", he exhaled, breath mingled with a laugh, "you're really rather popular, L/N, to say the least, and don't get me started on Tumblr".
"Oh?" you said curiously as he opened the door fully, holding it open for you to enter. "Morrrning", you mimicked George Weasley, ruffling Dan's hair when you passed him.
He gave a long-winded sigh before shutting the door and following you in.
"Now where did I put it..?" you thought aloud, chewing the inside of your cheek as you surveyed the room.
"@eileenshmeileen has around seven thousand new followers on Twitter, about a thousand two hundred on Tumblr, and aproximately four thousand on Instagram", Dan read from his phone.
You turned to him, whistling through your teeth. "Jesus christ, that's a lot. Over night?"
Dan nodded and returned to his phone. "@y/u/n has seven thousand five hundred new followers on Instagram, near three thousand on Tumblr, and a grand staggering total of close to ten thousand on Twitter".
You stood opening and closing your mouth, looking at Dan, for quite a bit.
He nodded slowly.
"Me?" you said.
"Mmhm".
"That many?"
"Yep".
"Also overnight?"
"Hell yeah".
You were quiet a moment.
Then the lava bubbled over. "How did they even find our usernames?"
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A Hundred Days | Dan Howell x Reader
Fanfiction"A hundred days..." "And you can't take it back". ♤ When Y/N decides it's time for a change of scenery, she/he/they head/s to the luminescent London to chase her/his/their dreams. However, without a plan, how can anything go to one? And while Y/N...
