Youtuber Oneshots

~78: Roleplay~

After days that felt like years, unpacking and organizing and emergency trips to hardware stores, the new flat was almost done. Only two bedrooms remained - 'Dan's room' (primarily for the sake of their subscribers) and a guest room. But Dan, bored and exhausted, had clearly had quite enough, and he flopped dramatically onto their bed.

"Phiiil," he groaned in complaint. "I don't wanna do this anymore. Can't we just call it a night?"

"We only have a little left to go. Just a couple of boxes," Phil encouraged, snuggling up next to him. Dan moaned once more, turned over, and buried his face in the duvet.

"Nooooo."

"C'mon, Dan." Phil poked him in the ribs gently.

Dan ignored him and whipped out his phone. He opened tumblr and began scrolling through it, in live defiance of Phil's need for productivity. "I'd rather read terrifying fanfiction. About us."

Phil's eyes widened. Evidently, he remembered the ones Dan had shown him about the tentacles, the eating of the skin and oh, god, that one about the demonic chair in the attic.

Dan laughed, and paused his scrolling when he came across a fic. "Found one," he declared with a smirk as he tapped "Read more".

"Oh, no. They're traumatizing," Phil muttered, and buried his face in his hands. Dan continued reading, his eyes scanning back and forth rapidly.

"That's not quite the word I would use to describe this one, actually," he mused after a few minutes. "It's quite good, in fact."

One of Phil's eyebrows stretched upwards towards his hair. "What d'you mean?"

"Oh, c'mon, Phil," Dan replied, his eyes still skimming over the words. "You don't give the fans enough credit. This is very - oh. Oh."

"What?" Phil asked, leaning back and trying to get a glimpse of Dan's phone, but Dan jerked it out of his prying gaze. He looked at Phil and grinned before crossing his legs in a distinctly suggestive manner while tipping his chin up.

"I think I'll read it aloud."

Phil's confusion and fear played out on his face in the most hilarious possible way. "Okay..." he agreed cautiously.

Dan straightened up, scrolling back up to the top of the page before clearing his throat and taking a breath.

"Phil always looked forward to his annual holiday to Florida; he loved spending time with his family and escaping the cruel British cold. Until, of course, he had someone to leave behind. He had missed Dan sorely while he was away, and nearly tackled him to the ground when Dan opened the door to their flat.

'Well, hello,' Dan said, bemused."

Dan held the phone so Phil could see it. "Your line," he prompted. Phil shook his head, as if to say, "the things I do for you", but complied:

"'I missed you,' Phil murmured into Dan's shoulder, clutching him tightly." Phil raised his eyebrows as his eyes skimmed over the next sentence. Dan nodded encouragingly. "'I missed you a lot,' he repeated, his voice lower and huskier. He pressed his lips to Dan's neck, sending shivers up Dan's spine." Phil handed the phone back to Dan, still unsure of where he was going with this.

"'I missed you too,' replied Dan, quickly taking the hint. 'Shall we take this upstairs?'"

"Phil nodded, grabbed Dan's hand, and led the way to his bedroom. 'Lie down', he told Dan as soon as they crossed the threshold."

Dan sat back and took the phone from Phil. "'Okay,' Dan obeyed, surprised, but not unpleasantly, to see Phil taking control. The dipped under his weight as he watched Phil intently, bracing up on his elbows."