Phan oneshots of the demonic type

pistachio cocktails in vegas

a/n i haven't written in ages so i apologise for grammatical/syntax errors. if it's terrible @dadhowell and dan kidnapped me and forced me to do it so blame them.

summary: our fave gays return to their hotel in vegas after a day of capita£ester being unleashed in a casino.

warnings: none i think?? it's literally just gays being soft idk

a/n: D on t look at me okay I know that was terrible but drop me some constructive criticism and a follow on twitter @snowingdjh nontheless 

Dan closed his eyes and pressed his head back into his pillow. The last few days of walking around a desert accompanied by the Lesters had taken a toll on him; and being in a casino, with Phil seemingly wanting to bankrupt them, wasn't exactly relaxing either. He enjoyed the quiet of their room and let the ringing in his ears subside. Casinos are unreasonably loud. He soon remembered that Phil wasn't cuddling him which seemed unfair and unfortunate.

He pulled his phone from his jeans and was in the midst of writing something along the lines of 'philll im bored' when he heard the buzz of a keycard unlocking the door; deciding he'd spent too much time adding the right amount of 'l's, he sent it anyway. He also decided he was officially too tired to keep his eyes open.

He took great care blindly dropping his phone not on his face and greeted his boyfriend – he still found it strange to refer to him as his boyfriend because their relationship was so much more than that, but what else could he use? Partner? Too formal. Fiancé? They weren't really engaged. He decided to be extra to annoy them both.

"Capita-pound-sign-ester! My love! My life! My soulmate!" He shouted at the ceiling dramatically

"Shut up, Dan." Phil retorted from the bathroom. Dan heard the tap run and he frankly couldn't blame Phil for wanting to wash off whatever was on his hands after he'd been rubbing them on slot-machines all afternoon.

"Did you lose all our ghost winnings?" Dan asked when he herd Phil come closer to their bed. "Please don't put your dirty slot-machine jeans on our bed" he groaned and he heard the distinct shuffle of Phil taking his jeans.

"My ghost winnings. And no I actually got more money." He said proudly, when Dan smiled blindly only responded with a tired, eyes-closed smile he asked "Uhhh have you gone blind? Does this mean we get a dog?" He giggled and opened his eyes slightly. Phil looked tired too; his hair had nearly descended back into a dishevelled quiff and he just looked like he needed a lie down. Dan giggled and rolled over in their comically wide bed to make room for Phil. Phil flopped down beside him.

"Are you sleepy? You look tired." They both snort.

"I can't believe those sneaky demons figured that out." Phil giggled. It was times like these that Dan appreciated the most: completely uninhibited, just lying around with the love of his life; both of them completely happy in that moment.

Dan shifted to lay his head on Phil's tummy and, like so many times before, they just enjoyed the comfortable silence that often came between them and closed his eyes again and listened to Phil's rhythmic breathing. Somehow, being this close to Phil again made his slightly more energised.

"Yo, bitch?" Phil grunted in reply "Cocktails and Stranger Things?" Dan looked up at Phil with a grin on his face.

"Only if you call room service." He smiled back widely.

They had settled themselves down under the covers with strange, nut-themed cocktails with only two ingredients they recognised. Somehow, the two men, despite being over six foot, seemed to be taking up only a quarter of the, granted, wide bed; Dan could hardly tell whose limbs were whose. He was having trouble focusing on the show and he wandered to himself whether it was due to his drowsy state or the fact that he was incredibly blissfully infatuated.

With every breath he could smell Phil. He could smell Home. Every time Phil gasped or giggled at the contents of the show he was reminded of all times they giggle together. Times like these he was reminded of how much they love each other.

"I love you." He said quietly. Phil frowned for a second and considered his face; Dan suddenly realised that there was a lot of shouting coming from the monitor and blushed, realising how he probably ruined Phil's immersion. However, Phil seemed to understand. He smiled warmly.

"I love you too" and managed to give him a short peck on the lips through the tangle if their enumerable limbs. They both turned back to the show, though Dan soon realised that he had missed so much he barely understood what was going on. His confusion didn't last long; soon he fell asleep in Phil's arms, completely, entirely blissful and impossibly in love. 

 a/n: D on t look at me okay I know that was terrible but drop me some constructive criticism and a follow on twitter @snowingdjh nontheless