#I DID NOT SPEND THE LAST 30 MINUTES ZOOMING IN ON THAT LAST GIF

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[kayleighjennifer]

Celebration (Claudia Piña x reader)

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You did it. You’ve finally won the champions league again. The crowd is on fire, everyone happy that barcelona got the trophy. Right now you’re just taking everything in, the amazing atmosphere and the proud feeling.

Both you and your girlfriend, Claudia scored the winning goals.

“Y/n, we did it! I’m so proud of you” Claudia jumps on your back, clutching onto your jersey. “Yes, you were amazing on the field” You smile up to her and bite your lips while remembering how hot Claudia looked and still looks.

“Oh yeah? When we’re home, I promise that we will celebrate properly” She smirks down at you. Before you can say anything, Jana and Bruna approach you, also congratulating both goals. Claudia, Jana, Bruna and you all grew up together, from the Barcelona academy to the B team and to now.

“Y/n, claudia, Jana, Bruna, are y’all in tonight? We’re going out and celebrate” Mapi asks and Claudia gets off your back, sliding her arm around your waist.

“Y/n and I will stay in, but thanks for the offer” Claudia smiles and you blush, knowing that the other catch on your plan. “Ew, use protection” Bruna groans out and waves goodbye, already going to the changing rooms.

“Alright then, but you know that you can fuck after the club right? Ingrid and me will do it” Mapi winks at you, making you hiding your face into your girlfriends neck. “Mhm, but I’ve been waiting since days, so we’ll pass on”.

Your teammates were shocked at first when they found out that Claudia was the top in your relationship. While Claudia was a real beast on the field, you were more of a jealous and more dominant person outside the bedroom.

Mapi and Claudia talk about something for a bit and you’re zooming out, hugging Claudia and still looking around. Camp Nou was sold out again and everywhere were barca jerseys, flags and merch in general. You already have signed more jerseys with your name on than ever before.

A kiss on your neck disturbs your daydreaming, “Ready to go home?” Claudia asks and pushes you even closer to her. “Yeah, but look around. It’s magical, so so many people are here just to see us”.

Your girlfriend nods but keeps her eyes on you. You’re absolutely glowing and even thought you’ve just played whole 90 minutes, Claudia was sure that you’re looking amazing and she was even more sure to show it when you get home.

You grab Claudia’s hand and lead her inside the changing room. Right now you don’t care that people would spread rumours about you and Claudia or make edits of you. You were just happy and grateful of being able to experience it after last year.

Both of you quickly change and say your goodbyes, being not able to wait any longer. Claudia gets into the drivers seat as always and puts her hand on your tight where she’s tracing forms and making you even more aroused than you’re already are.

After one of the longest 30 minutes you’ve ever experienced you finally arrive home. When you get through the door, Claudia has you directly pinned against the wall, harshly connecting your lips. You moan into the kiss and your hands find Claudia’s waist, guiding her closer to you. “I love you so much amore” You breathe out against your girlfriends lips.

She smiles and looks into your eyes. “I love you too, I want to spend my whole life with you”. You blush and connect your lips again, letting her guide you into your bedroom. There she pushes you on the bed and straddles you waist.

“You’re the prettiest human I’ve ever seen and sometimes I still can’t believe that you’re mine” She smirks at you and removes your shirt. Before you can say anything, her lips find your weak spot and suck a dark hickey on it, making you moan out.

“Look how beautiful you look with my mark. You’re mine and everyone should know it”. Claudia’s beautiful blue eyes are dark by now and full of lust. “Then tell the world that I’m yours and you’re mine, I’m ready” You smirk at her and roam your hands over her hips.

“Oh yeah? But let me first fuck you, so that you can’t walk tomorrow” You nod eagerly. Claudia kisses your whole torso, sometimes deciding that a hickey would look perfect there and sometimes just leaving a wet kiss there. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire and every inch arches to be touched by Claudia.

“Please Claudia, I need you so much cariño” You whine and she smirks, loving the way the can make you feel.

She starts to massage your breast, making you moan again. “You know, when I scored that goal, all I could think about was you. I wanted to kiss you so badly” You blush at your girlfriend’s words and kiss her. “Oh yeah? It looked so hot. I wouldn’t have mind a kiss and you know, I honestly just scored for you”.

“Mhm I know, you’re doing everything for me, but I think we both know that I’m doing everything for you too, so it’s fine right”. Claudia’s lips find your breast and you just let out a shaky breath.

Her cold hands roam over you body, into your pants and underwear. “You’re already so wet and needy, just for me”. You nod quickly and try to grind onto her hand.

“Uh Uh uh, not so fast my dear. I bought a present for you cause I knew you’d score”. Claudia gets up again and walks to the closet.

“Close your eyes baby girl, it’s a surprise”. You do as you’re told and hear how Claudia undress herself and opens the closet. She pulls something out. She sits onto your hips again and you can feel some fabric against your stomach.

“Keep your eyes closed. Just trust me and tell me when it’s too much okay? Can you remember our safe word?” Her hands roam over your tummy and breast, pinching your nipples. “Hmh, it’s chocolate”. You moan out and your back is already arching off the bed.

“Good girl”. Claudia moves off you and inserts a finger into your pussy, making you moan loudly again. “Oh fuck, it feels so good”. Your girlfriend starts fingering you, making you ramble random words.

“Another one please”. You beg, needing more. If you wouldn’t be that turned on, you’d be confused as why Claudia would directly add another finger since she loves to tease you, but right now you’re too desperate to feel anything besides her body.

“Good girl, taking me that well, I’ll add another one, alright?” You nod happily, your body feeling amazing under her touch.

“I’m coming in a bit”. You moan out and arch your back again. Claudia looks at you adoringly. Your moans are music to her eyes, making her pussy drip.

When you’re nearly coming she removes her fingers from you. “What are you- ah fuck” You’re not able to finish your sentence due to Claudia pushing the strab on into your tight pussy.

“Relax cariño, you’re doing so good. Will you be my good girl and take my cock?” Claudia smirks at you and starts to leave kisses all over you again.

“Yes, I will be. I’ll do everything you ask me to”. You connect your lips with hers and she starts to thrust into you, holding your hips in a bruising grip.

“It feels so good Claudia”. By now Claudia is a moaning mess as well, the fabric of the strab on rubbing onto her clit with every thrust.

“Oh yeah? Do I make you feel that good?” You nod and put your legs around her waist, pulling her even deeper into you. “You’re the only one who’s able to make me feel so good”, You praise her.

“Good, I want you to come so hard for me amore, show me how good I make you feel”. She starts to rub your clit when she feels herself getting close.

With one harsh thrust, she pushes you off the cliff, coming shortly after you. “Thank you Claudia, it was so amazing”. She removes the strab on and is softly kissing your hips where she left some bruises from her firm grip.

“No problem amore, I love you so much. Do you still want to make us public?” She asks you and you cuddle into Claudia. “Yes, only if you want to. But I am definitely ready. I mean you were my first kiss, my first time and my first and last love”. She blushes at your words and kisses your lips again. “Alright, then let’s make a post.”

You choose two pics for your post, one when you and claudia were 17, holding a trophy and Claudia kissing your cheek and one from last week. It’s a mirror selfie of you kissing each other. You caption it with “sharing first crush, first kiss, first love, first time and first champion league trophy, love you @claudiapina”.

Claudia decided for a picture of you at the beach, where you’re sitting on her lap and you’re kissing each other again. Her caption is “always my first @y/n”.

[laheysdork]

last night - stiles stilinski (college!au)

request: (x)

word count: 3.5k

warnings: mentions of sex, drinking and that’s it i think

a/n: anon did not request a college au but i think it fits so well with the plot sooo…. (if you cant tell i LOVE college aus) anyways i’m sorry this took me so long to write i’m pretty busy lately :(( but i hope you like it!!

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Grumbling from the throbbing ache pounding your head, you slowly become conscious from the slumber you were in. Your eyes are still glued shut, the pain not letting you do much. Knitting your eyebrows, you try to recall the prior events despite your hazy state.

But before you could come up with a lucid scenario of what actually happened, you are broken out by something shifting beside you. Like a jolt of electricity, a glimpse of memory from last night’s events come rushing back. You snap your eyes open and shoot your head to your side, too shocked to care about your worsening headache. 

There he is, Stiles Stilinski, your best friend, shirtless and wrapped in the same blankets you are under, purring quietly, deeply asleep. 

Wait, shirtless?!

Instantly, you slightly lift the blanket covering you, peeking underneath to see that you are also as bare as your best friend, confirming your assumptions. To your horror, you jumped out of the bed while cursing under your breath, not wanting to wake him up and confront him immediately. You stumble all over his dorm, trying to collect your clothes that are messily scattered from last night’s not-so-subtle steamy encounter. Zipping up the blue skirt that was wrinkled from all the drinking and partying from the night before, you zoom out of his dorm room, not even bothering to leave him any messages.

Shutting the door to your dorm, you let out a long huff from the very eventful morning, and night. Slumping on your bed, you rest your elbows on your knees before burying your head on your palms. 

What the hell happened last night? No, no, no, you did not just fucked your best friend drunk. 

Shaking your head, you keep on nagging yourself mentally, denying last night’s course of actions. 

This is why you shouldn’t drink too much, Y/N. Fuck, fuck, fuck-

Your internal ramble is interrupted by the sound of your blaring alarm from your phone.

Oh fuck, you totally forgot about school. 

Recalling you have a lecture in about 30 minutes, you rush over to the bathroom to freshen up and look at least a little bit decent instead of looking like a girl who had just been freshly fucked by her best friend.

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“I’ll see you next week.” Sounds of paper rustlings and shoes shuffling fill the vast hall, students dreading to get out and spend their well-deserved weekend.

Unlike the rest of them, you take your time, not having anything to look forward to. Instead, you do have someone to steer clear of. You know it is impossible to avoid him for the rest of the year, but as of right now, you are mentally incapable of facing him, especially after knowing what happened.

But why did it even happen in the first place? You swear your friendship is platonic. There are no hidden meanings, right? 

A hint of doubt starts to surface within you, your certain notion become dubious. Currently, you can’t trust your subconscious, last night’s events proving your beliefs to be wrong. 

Do you see him that way? Romantically?

The thought of that made you scrunch in disgust. Not that you think Stiles is unattractive, rather the opposite actually, but it has been a long while since you’ve had a romantic interest, the unforeseen attraction feeling very foreign for you. 

And if that is not bad enough, this is Stiles you’re talking about. The person you geek out with about your Star Wars obsession, the person who always irks you with his jitters, the person you shamelessly lash out to when you’re having a shitty day, your best friend, Stiles.

Mentally slapping your forehead with your palm, you think of the worst-case scenario. 

What if he doesn’t see you that way? But if he doesn’t feel the same way, he wouldn’t have slept with you. But he was drunk too, right? It might have just been the alcohol. 

Concluding your spiraling thoughts, you are even more determined to avoid him, saving yourself from more heartbreak and embarrassment. After intentionally extending your time in the lecture hall, you finally run out of things to clean up. Swinging your tote bag over your shoulders, you exit the now quiet hall, absent of students.

“Y/N!” As you are walking to the on-campus café, you hear Allison’s call, turning around to meet her figure approaching you. You halt in your tracks, letting her catch up to you.

“Hey! I’m gonna go grab some coffee. You wanna come?” you invite her as she beams, linking her arms with yours gleefully.

“Sure!”

Pushing the glass doors open, the little bell on top of the door ring, subtly declaring your presence to the rest of the café. The aroma of freshly-brewed coffee with a hint of vanilla gushes over your senses. Light chatters and cutleries clanking together can be heard around the room, the café being more crowded than usual, taking notice that today is Friday.

After ordering yourself an americano, needing a stronger caffeine instead of your usual macchiato, and a latte for Allison, you scoot over to the waiting counter.

“Since it’s finally Friday, Lydia’s throwing another party. We’re going,” she insists.

The thought of having to attend another party where the probability of you getting drunk and do something stupid is not zero haunts you.

“I’m sorry, Allie.” Your little smile drop to a frown which do not go unnoticed by Allison.

“Oh my, did something happened last night?” Before you can answer her query, the barista call your name, handing you your respective orders. Picking some straws, you head to one of the empty tables with Allison, settling yourself down.

Stabbing the straw on the cup, she sips her latte while looking up at you with doe-eyes, anticipating the explanation to your refusal.

“I woke up on Stiles’ bed this morning,” you blurt out which causes her to slightly choke on her coffee. Her mouth is agape, coming up with a reasonable interpretation of the situation.

“Well, you guys did sleepovers sometimes right-“

“Naked,” you deadpan.

“Okay.” Her lips form a line as she continues to fumble with the cup in her hand. “But do you like him?”

And there it is, the million-dollar question. 

“That’s the thing, Al. I don’t know what I’m feeling.” You tell her the truth, not really seeing the point in lying to your best friend as you begin slurp your coffee. “I mean, he’s Stiles. He’s fidgety and awkward and sarcastic and mean sometimes,” you trail off, a little lost in your head as you dig up memories of him.

“But sometimes he can also be warm and caring, like last semester when we went to that carnival and a little kid got separated from his parents. He bought him a lollipop to cheer him up and refused to leave his side until his parents came to pick him up.” You chuckle lightly at the recollection of Stiles holding the boy’s hand as he entertained him, showing him around the booths and going on rides with him.  

“Or that time we stayed at Lydia’s lake house and I was freezing because I forgot to bring my sweater. Stiles lent me his one and only hoodie despite also feeling cold himself.” You don’t realize you were smiling like a fool before Allison broke you from your little bubble with an cunning giggle.  

“Y/N, I’m sorry to break it to you but, you are into him, deep,” she sneers. 

“Really?”

“God, you are so oblivious!” she retorts jokingly.

“Shit. Do you think he feels the same way?” you question rhetorically, feeling a little more worried after finally acknowledging your feelings. 

“Y/N, that is a known fact and I was never wrong, right?” You laugh at her jest, knowing that she is almost always right. 

“Let’s just go to the party and get your head off him for tonight, okay?” she negotiates.

“But Stiles-“

“I heard he has a group meeting later. So I can guarantee you the party tonight will be a Stiles-free zone.” 

Okay, you have to admit that now her suggestion sounds very appealing. 

“Fine,” you give in as she squeals, still inexplicably enthusiastic for a girl's night out despite having one not more than 24 hours ago. 

Dropping your bag on your chair, you drag your feet to your bed, lying lifelessly on top of it while you think about the long night ahead of you. To distract your active mind, you occupy yourself with your productive tasks, organizing your untidy room and reviewing your notes from earlier. 

Hours have passed by the time you notice it’s starting to get dark. You look at the clock, 6.30 P.M. Remembering that Allison will be picking you up in an hour, you start to get ready. 

First on the list, you curl your hair in an attempt to tone down your frizzy and messy locks from the day. Then you put on a light make-up and some eyeliner to look the occasion. Finishing up, you slip on your white sleeveless preppy dress, pairing it with a cropped denim jacket, expecting the night to get a little chilly.

Checking the time one last time, you grab your purse before exiting your dorm, heading downstairs. As expected, you spot Allison’s black sedan waiting for you, the windows rolled down revealing the driver. 

The moment you step out of the building, her face light up, waving at you to which you returned. You have no idea how she manages to be a ray of sunshine all the time. Right as you slam the door of her car shut, she take off with a grin, looking forward to the thrilling night to come.

The car pulls up in front of the familiar lake house, the usually serene and vacant building you’ve visited a few times now filled with students who are trying to free themselves from the dread of the week. 

As you push the door open, overlapped conversations which are dampened by the loud blaring music deafen your ears. The party is more packed than yesterday, students crowding every section of the house. You notice most of them are holding a red cup in their hand as they travel around the house. Some are clustered together in a corner playing spin the bottle, some are jumping eagerly playing beer pong, some are out near the pool enjoying the fresh air, all of them looking like they’re having a wonderful time. 

The familiar setting engulfing you force glimpses of yesterday’s party to pop up in your head causing you to feel giddy. Aware of your unnerved state, Allison rests her palms on your shoulder.

“It’ll be okay, Y/N.” She gives you a reassuring smile.

“Let’s go grab some drinks. Non-alcoholic this time.” You giggle at her ironic reference as she clutches on your wrist, guiding you through the crowds to find the counter where they’re serving the drinks.

About ten minutes have passed, both you and Allison roam around the house, meeting some classmates and having small talks. Midway, you notice Allison eyeing Scott who is chatting across the room.

“Why don’t you make a move on him?” You nudge her sides which startles her.  

“I don’t know, Y/N..,” she trails off, feeling discouraged.

“Al, I swear you better stop playing dumb, get your ass over there, and win him over,” you aggressively demand as she chuckles. 

“You sure? Will you be okay alone?” she questions, wanting to make sure you are completely fine especially knowing your current stance. 

“It’s okay. I’ll probably meet Lydia somewhere.” You shrug her concern off despite being quite reluctant. 

She hesitates for a second before complying, leaving you alone as she approaches the Hispanic boy. 

After the departure of your companion, you decide to refill the empty cup in your hand, not having anything on your agenda. But as you pass the hall near the front of the house, the door swings open, revealing the brunette you have been evading all day long.

The sight of Stiles immediately causes you to freeze, his unexpected presence catching you off guard. He is wearing a burgundy knitted sweater with blue jeans which fit his body perfectly. Having seen what’s under, you’re now finally able to fully pinpoint and appreciate all the muscles you had overlooked these past years. If you weren’t so scared of your unreciprocated feelings, you would have asked him to fuck you again-

Wait, what? You did not just drool over him, Y/N.

Shaking yourself from your audacious explicit thoughts, you swiftly spin on your heels, fleeting away as far as possible. 

Not gonna lie, you are pretty proud at how quickly you took action, fleeing the scene before he can notice you, or so you thought.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees you leaving, his heart sinking from the thought that you are avoiding him. He wants to give you some space to process what happened the previous night, but he doesn’t expect you to be this dismissive. 

He follows you a few meters behind, keeping the distance so you won’t feel pressured. He stops the moment you reach the poolside, sitting on one of the chaise lounges. With furrowed eyebrows and squinted eyes, you are scanning for Lydia, but even more for Stiles, being extra alert as to not bump into him.

For now, you’re pretty positive you’re in the clear as you let out a relieved sigh.

Stiles-free zone your ass. Allison owes you one for this. 

Just as you think you can have a second of unbothered tranquility, you feel the seat beside you sank, causing you to flinch a little.

Turning your head, your eyes met the intoxicating honey orbs you know too well. Once again, you go completely rigid, unable to process the sudden encounter. 

“Hey,” he greets softly, picking up your uneasy state.

“Hi,” you reply shortly, your brain not really cooperating with you right now.

Your short reply only prompts an awkward silence, none of you dare to speak a word. You are not sure what to do, fumbling with your hands while looking away to the crowd. All you can think about is coming up with a quick and fool-proof escape plan.

“Y/N-“ Just as he starts, a promising idea pops into your head. 

“Sorry, I have to go refill my drink. I’m thirsty.” You lift and shake the light cup you forget you’re holding, indicating that it’s empty.

“I can do it for you,” he volunteers but you quickly stand up, straightening the wrinkled fabric of your white dress.

“No thanks. I’ll see you around.” Feeling you are being a bit too pushy, you decide to slip in a small smile as you proceed inside without waiting for his reply.

Finish pouring the beer into your cup, needing some liquid courage to continue the night after your previous confrontation, you secure the bottle on the counter before turning around with your cup full in your right hand. You are too caught up with your mind, thinking about Stiles that you don’t realize he was behind you.

Your right elbow crashes into his accidentally causing the cup in your hand to be knocked over, the golden alcoholic drink spills all over your white dress and the floor. At the cold feeling of the liquid drenching the material on your body, you curse under your breath. 

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry-“ Eyes wide, Stiles instantly step over to help you. But what he doesn’t expect is his intentions only caused more trouble. Stepping on the puddle of beer, he slips and topple you down with him to the floor. You feel your backside come into harsh contact with the greasy and sticky tiles as you scrunch your face in both disgust and pain. 

But your sour expression is soon erased as you realize your current position. Stiles is on top of you, his face only inches away from yours, which could have been way closer if it weren’t for his arms that are holding his body up.

For the nth time of the night, you’re paralyzed once again, your body stiffening under him. You hold your breath back and do not move a single muscle like a corpse.

Thankfully, or not, Stiles shuffles on his feet and swiftly got up as you let out a breath of relief before doing the same. 

Pulling your scrunched-up dress down, you gaze away from Stiles.

“I have to clean up,” you whisper, unsure whether Stiles heard it or not but you couldn’t care less as you rush upstairs where the bathroom is.

As you reach the second floor of the house where it’s quieter, fewer students roaming around the place, you can finally hear Stiles calling you from behind. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to-“ He apologize but you turn to him, cutting him off.

“Stop. Just, stop talking. Let me clean myself up first,” you snap. “Okay,” he breathes, feeling intimidated like a little puppy who just got scolded as you enter the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it.

Staring at the mirror, you let out a long exhausted puff. You agreed to go to the party to forget about your feelings for Stiles but the universe seems to be purposely doing the opposite, throwing you under the bus instead. 

Turning the tap, clean water run down your finger as you clean them from the icky grime that is sticking on your skin. You also wet some tissues to clean up the mess on your dress. But after trying to rub it off for quite a while, you give up since it doesn’t seem to budge.

Swinging the door open, Stiles figure leaning on the wall opposite the bathroom come into your view. Noticing your presence, he shifts his weight back on his feet, standing steadily as you approach him, tired of running away from him and stalling the inevitable.

“Would you maybe like to go home instead? I can take you,” he mumbles, both of his hands tuck in his jeans’ pocket. Hearing his offer, the thought of being back in the comfort of your dorm seems too favorable to reject.

“Sure, okay. That sounds good actually,” you nod, observing that his little pout turns into a small smile from your agreement. 

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The drive back overall was awfully quiet, Stiles usual talkative self was somehow silenced. Pulling up in your dorm’s parking lot which is emptier than most days due to the party, you can only sit still, wanting to both leave and stay at the same time.  

“Stiles, about last night-“

“Y/N, about last night-“

The two of you broke into light chuckles from the overlap. 

“Sorry, you go first,” you apologize and let him do the talking first since he had been trying to the whole day. 

“Well, I’m just- I don’t know what’s going to happen to us after last night,” he stammers, darting his eyes down while scratching the back of his head.

His statement gives you an ambivalent feeling, uncertain if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. But for your poor heart’s sake, you go with the worst. Hope just costs too much and you can’t afford it.

“Oh, it’s okay. I mean you were drunk, you made a mistake and you regret it-”

“Wait, what? No. I don’t regret it, Y/N.” His eyes that were away from you immediately stare into yours deeply. 

“You don’t?”

“I like you, Y/N. A lot. It’s weird but I think I have liked you for a long time, I was just too scared to admit it.” 

“Oh,” you mutter, his confession making you go speechless. Even though you’ve heard Allison’s prediction which turns out to be right, it is still a lot to process your best friend confessing his feelings to you. 

“Really, Y/N? I confessed my feelings out loud and that’s all you’re gonna give me?” he retorts jokingly to lighten the mood which succeeds since you are laughing.

“I like you too. I guess I just didn’t really realize it until yesterday and I kind of freaked out a little,” you finally admit the one fact you have been shoving away all day. “So does this mean we’re dating?” he questions.

“Ask me out properly first you asshole,” you snark as he snickers.

“Okay then. Y/N Y/L/N. Would you go out with me?” 

“No,” you answer, holding back a grin that’s starting to creep up your face. 

“Shut up, I know you do.” 

With his newfound confidence and cockiness, which you totally dig, he brings his palm to the side of your face, cupping it as he leaned in. His lips press onto yours perfectly and you swear your stomach flipped. Almost immediately, you melt under him as he takes control, guiding you through the kiss. As he tilts his head to gain more access, his other hand rested on your thigh, caressing it soothingly but also sensually. At first, the kiss was passionate, gentle and intimate, but the longer your lips touch, the more hungry you two become. The innocent kiss that was full of love quickly shifted into a hot and steamy make-out session, overflowing with lust. Knowing where this is going and also needing to catch some breath, you pull away from Stiles, heaving heavily.

“Why don’t we continue inside?” you suggest through your pants causing Stiles to smirk.

“Oh God, you’re perfect.”

Seems like last night’s about to repeat itself again. 

[feelingofcontent]

DNP Rewatch: A Festive Day in the Life of Dan and Phil!

Date video was published: 12/20/2014 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 254

The 2014 DITL video! The last one had been back in August 2013. This is my absolute favorite DITL and probably one of my top five DNP joint videos of all time. Get ready for me to have way too much to say about it.

0:00 - sleepy morning + quiff Phil! We’ll see a surprising amount of that in this video.

0:05 - “almost a week till Christmas,” so they must have filmed this just a few days before it was posted

0:25 - no waking up Dan in “his” bedroom like in the first two DITL. Hmmm...this scene doesn’t seem staged at all...especially since Phil’s laptop is already open on the arm of the sofa. Unless he just left it like that overnight.

0:37 - love that the other advent calendar on the mantle in the one they made. 😂 There are 18 of the doors opened on it, so they’re probably filming this on the the 18th or 19th of December.

0:47 - they both jump into doing the theme music as soon as Phil says “titan”

0:57 - that is pretty late for them to be putting up the decorations! Phil looks sad about it too.

1:01 - sad tinsel. I think Phil had the silver piece in the background in his last video. And the little WALLE in the background here, from all the way back in PINOF. 🥺

1:17 - this domestic insight, just 😭😭😭

1:26 - full circle back to the first DITL video. I wonder if they watched the previous DITLs before filming this one.

1:41 - so many mugs.

1:48 - Dan did not want that one because it was very hard to actually drink out of as he discovered in DITL London. I really bet they did watch the previous ones shortly before this...so many references back!

1:55 - awww, happy warm Phil

2:13 - such a dramatic sigh but he goes to get it anyway!

2:25 - well that is a terrifying way to burn a tealight...put it on a dish!

2:33 - I love that there is no explanation for this in the video. Phil is superstitious about new shoes on the table, which they had both tweeted about before.

2:40 - Dan fashion show and an encouraging Phil

2:47 - immediate smile when Dan notices Phil there

2:56 - why does Phil looks SO GOOD in this clip. also, as usual a weird/slightly horrifying poem from his brain.

3:02 - love that they both decided to wear holiday jumpers. They also wore these same ones for their December radio show. Also the Dan lean-in 🥺

3:12 - PJ tweeted about this DNP visit!

3:27 - this whole leaving scene is possibly the most domestic part of any video - the candle argument, the coat adjustment, the stop in the bathroom to check their hair, Phil checking to make sure Dan has keys, the spider checking and joking... I mean.

4:13 - more throwback conversation to DITL London

4:35 - so glad he chose not to lick his hand. Even more horrifying in 2021.

4:40 - Dan talked about this and falling up the escalator in What not to do on Public Transport

5:00 - “bit corporate isn’t it?” but caves immediately because Phil wants to. 

5:10 -  Love that Phil orders while Dan finds a table. Love that Phil makes Dan draw something happy not just a sad face. Love Dan’s huge smile after that.

5:33 - Dan really can’t say much he was reading his phone in the clip right before this!

5:58 - Dan’s talking about this weird incident that Phil posted a clip of on LessAmazingPhil

6:18 - they always go to at least one nerdy shop in the first DITLs!

6:36 - the things they choose to zoom in on in this shop...Dan with Spiderman’s crotch a few seconds before this and now Phil on the shirtless guy book cover. subtle, lol.

7:29 - I had actually heard of this board game prior to this video because Wil Wheaton did a TableTop episode. I remember being so surprised to see DNP wanting it!

7:39 - Phil and his weird people encounters. 😂 And Dan just mocking him for it.

7:59 - they did, in fact, go to see Matilda the next summer.

8:10 - oh my god this clock scene. Of course Phil wants to make a game of it. And then Dan with the seemingly slight fudging of what he was pointing at. And this look and then both of them giggling. 👀

8:32 - that start of Dan’s running! This is around the time or shortly after he had started to see a therapist (according to the timeline he gave in Daniel and Depression), so thinking he probably wanted to start for his mental health.

9:11 - Dan talks about the “guy wearing the white sheet in Manchester” in What not to do In Town. Their reminiscing faces are too much.

9:19 - Phil is so excited about this. He had tweeted a couple times in the past about Moomins (1, 2)

9:37 - the excitement about the treats and the festive drinks and decorations and Phil’s teasing 😭

10:04 - they film fairly often in the back of cars and I just feel like must be so awkward, but it doesn’t seem to bother them. And Phil’s hair is quiffed again!

10:28 - and the stairs song! Which they are too prepared for so it must be a regular thing they say/sing. This video has SO MANY moments that I love.

10:51 - Phil just sitting while Dan hauls the tree box out. Maybe Dan lost rock-paper-scissors.

10:59 - reminiscing about THE TREE now, which is the last time they decorated on camera

11:09 - why is this a common theme in DITLs!? lol. Love that they’ve lit the candle again after getting home.

11:22 - “stop doing that” as he can’t control his giggles. sure.

12:03 - okay, Phil had to go get the other decorations! The “Christmas faces” are slightly horrifying

12:22 - that is the most horrifying. also, Dan and Phil themed toys/decor even in the bathroom.

13:02 - Dan’s little messed up piece of hair in the back is so cute. Also love that they have the garlands up and everything at this point too.

13:19 - even more quiff-Phil!

13:31 - their fridge contents are not great

14:04 - unexpected filming but a huge grin anyway from Phil. Also, how do they make just answering the door so awkward, lol. Also: what is that picture in the background in the bathroom(?)

14:32 - they’re so excited about this set up and dinner plan

14:43 - and now glasses Phil! Also, arguing about wrapping neatness. I love it. Although when we see Phil’s wrapping in a minute, I think I might agree with Dan...

15:03 - PJ will end up with one of these face banks

15:10 - Phil came up with some decent gifts for Kath this time, although he didn’t think she had good ideas.

15:18 - I find it so cute that Dan wants to keep the cookbook

15:30 - Dan looks almost embarrassed to share this. He’s also got something “12 Days of Christmas” themed in that blue box on the chair. Although apparently a lot of his family just wanted money.

15:37 - I have no words for Dan filming this closeup and then them choosing to keep it in the video.

16:16 - Phil’s trying to be all serious with his wrapping tutorial and then the tape just immediately falls. 😂

16:40 - “it’s endearing” Dan does look pretty endeared, lol. Dan’s concerned because the face banks are actually gifts from both of them, at least according to PJ

17:04 - wow, Vine mention

17:25 - Dan’s just expecting Phil to come up with a great pun on the spot. Also, the lobster thing is an old reference.

17:39 - I think I mentioned this in the last DITL post, but I like that we do see even in a short video that they spend some time alone. That’s just so normal, especially for introverts even when you’re that comfortable with someone.

17:45 - Phil will keep reading that book over the holidays

17:48 - we did see the inside of the chest. So what is Dan implying here, lol.

17:52 - well then. Dan’s giggly face though.

18:08 - soft piano Dan 😭

18:25 - Ariana Grande had sent them both cat ears after they met her for the radio show

18:37 - a glimpse at the early gaming channel set-up.

18:46 - we don’t actually see that footage in the gaming video

18:51 - it must be pretty late at night by this point considering it was dark when they came home 

19:15 - Phil’s first instinct is to throw it of course

19:18 - this face and the sweater paws. I can’t. 😭

19:25 - and of course a joint ending. 

19:40 - Dan is so sleepy and happy seeming here

20:13 - awwww 🥺 The last video of 2014!

One difference from the first two DITL is they don’t even pretend that they’re going to see other friends/invite someone over. Just the two of them hanging out and they seem quite happy with that. This is probably the most “domestic” of the DITL videos. I love it so much.

Phil went to his parents’ on the 23rd to celebrate Christmas. He had Swedish food, was very excited as usual, got a stocking with a toothbrush and animal socks, and watched Guardians of the Galaxy. Dan went to his family’s on the evening of the 24th after a candle incident (lol, though I love that he was burning the candles even without Phil there. He started the tradition of yearly Christmas pictures of Colin. And also posted this.

On to the 2015 videos, and the start of the TABINOF/TATINOF era!