[A/N] It's like 30 degrees at the moment, I couldn't not write this.
27 degrees was considered ‘a nice cool evening temperature’ in some countries, but in England it was considered ‘really freaking hot’.
Dan and Phil were lying on Phil’s bed. The covers had been kicked down to their feet; one more kick and it would fall off the bed entirely. They were lying there with spread limbs, attempting to catch every small breeze that could possible come in through the open windows. Not that it was working in any way; it just made them feel like they were doing everything they possibly could to fall asleep. They’d been lying there for at least an hour now and they were no closer to falling asleep than when they’d just lied down.
“That’s it.” Dan uttered in an annoyed voice. He gave the covers the last kick in his attempt to get out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to get that stupid fan.”
Phil laughed and sat up. “I thought you said that thing didn’t work.”
“It doesn’t.” Dan said. He left the room and returned a few minutes later with the small white fan in his hands. “I’ll try anything if that means it’ll stop being so damn hot in here.”
He set the fan up in a position that allowed it to blow air at both of them at the same time.
“Now,” Dan said as he lied back down, “the temperature is acceptable, so you have to come cuddle me.”
“No objections.” Phil scooted closer to his boyfriend and wrapped an arm around him as the younger put his head on Phil’s chest and his arm over his stomach.
“This is a lot better.” Dan said approvingly.
“I told you we needed an AC like a month ago.” Phil murmured.
Dan slapped him playfully and shook his head, “Shut up. That stupid fan is working just fine.”
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64 Damn Prompts
FanfictionSo I found this thing called '64 damn prompts' and I'm going to make a one-shot for every single prompt. Bear with me. (phan)