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hangezoeenthusiast · 3 years ago

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Saying I love you through actions

multiple x gn!reader

word count: 984

warnings: the egg, cursing, yelling, getting kinda hurt in wilbur's, food in sapnap's and dream's, monster addiction (obviously karl)

note: this is probably one of my favorite ones, the minors are platonic

C!Technoblade

shares his armor and potions

think of it as a offering

when you accept it, his piglin side goes brrrr

phil and you, possibly ranboo, are the only people he will give stuff to, because the other brats don't deserve it

if you give him your armor and potions, he is forever in your debt

Sapnap

shares his food with you

you and him totally drive at 3 am to subway or mcdonalds

when you drive back to the house, you kick up your feet on the dashboard, lean back in your seat, and take a sip from sapnap's drink

he was pissed, you had your own drink, why would you drink his?

he didn't do anything, but THEN you stole his fries

that was the last straw

then he bursted out on you

"YOU HAVE YOUR OWN FRIES, EAT THEM." and then you replied, "but babyyyyy."

you were puppy dog pouting, that was sapnap's weakness. he turned back to the road, and said, "ok, just take them, obviously you're still going to eat them."

then you went over the cupholder, and hugged him really tight

Dreamwastaken

let’s you take over his almost never daily stream

you’ll walk into his streaming place, and hold some food for him, because i just have a feeling he hasn’t ate in a while

so while he’s eating, you take off his headset, move the mic towards your mouth, and start talking to chat

and while you’re just asking how their day has been, dream is just sitting on the chair with his fork in the air, plate in his hand, and mouth stuffed to the brim

he’s just looking at you with a lovey dovey look in his gaze, it’s really cute, and very homey

Georgenotfound

gives you his blanket when it’s cold

it's honking freezing in his house

so naturally, being the good gogy he is, he shares it with you

you don't return the favor though, you pratically want him to get hypothermia

but you give it to him reluctantly :(

he stops sharing the blanket with you, but then you start fake crying, and he automatically gives it to you

Karl Jacobs

gives you almost every single monster he has

this boi is really addicted to monster

so he has to share it with you 😉

eventually, you're hooked, sometimes you even get a whole box of monster to share with him

it goes out by a week, or maybe less

after both of you are done, you slam the bottle on your foreheads

it's painful, but remember, pain is temporary, swag is forever 😉😩😜🤪😎🤓😏😫🤬😡😳🥵🥶😱🤔😬😵‍💫🥱😪😈🤠🤑👺👹☠️😼

(sorry for the spam of emojis)

Quackity

gives you his beanie

you know he doesn't like to show his hair on streams

and we think he's bald

so when you pop up behind him with your hair crazy, he gets one of his spare beanies, grabs your shirt to get closer to him, and places it on your head

and it's probably the LAFD one, since he wears his puma one more frequently

and bestie, YOU LOOKED GOOD

and chat was spamming, Y/NCHAMP

C!Punz

gives you his jewelry

he's REALLY rich, and will give you anything

but when you need to go out to a party or something like that, he just gives you his jewelry

need a ring, don't worry, take 5 rings for one hand

need a necklace, oh don't cry about it, let me get you a diamond one

you get what i'm putting down?

but when he sees you with it, his heart goes boing boing

C!Badboyhalo

let’s you decorate the egg

he never lets anyone touch the egg in anyway unless they wanted to join

the egg doesn't have an affect on you, he should kill you, but the egg doesn't mind you, and ordered him to not unalive you

but get this, when it's a special holiday, you actually decorate the egg

if it was christmas, you would put presents under it, and put tinsel EVERYWHERE

halloween would be spooky stuff, like jack-o-lanterns, skulls, and even multiple buckets of candy

the egg really likes it, and even bbh likes it, even though he's still iffy about you

Wilbur Soot

helps you play the guitar

he definitely tries to make you play internet ruined me, i'm in love with an e-girl, or your new boyfriend

and if the off chance he will try to make you play jubilee line, you do it so well

but before you practically mastered the art of the guitar, you used to mess up a lot

wilbur seriously had to take the guitar away from you for a week or more because you started to accidentally hurt your fingertips

Platonic!Ranboo

let’s you play with his gloves

when he’s streaming, without his facecam, you just randomly kick down the door, anime style, and sit next to him

and then when you get bored, you randomly fidget with his gloves

you obviously won’t take it off since he might be uncomfortable with it, but you’ll take the bottom of it, and just roll the material through your fingers

he just goes really soft

Platonic!Tommyinnit

he gives you his coke

honestly, when tommy gives you his coca cola, that just signifies your friendship more

it’s just really pog :]

he will only give you that, not wilbur, tubbo, or even philza

when he gives you it in front of chat, they just spam

“BESTIES FOR LIVERS” “I WANT MY FRIEND TO SHARE STUFF WITH ME”

Platonic!Tubbo

let’s you hold benson

it is the highest honor

he only lets his closest friends touch benson, and if you try to damage him at all, you're done for

but luckily, you don't

he gladly gives you benson, and you hold him very carefully

since he trusts you with benson, he gives you another benson, but obviously, you name it differently

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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 2)

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: panic attacks, swearing, puking, concussions, mentions of injuries/bullying, homophobia

Word count: 5,138

After school, you were sitting on the couch as you furiously typed on your keyboard at an extremely fast pace. You were on a roll with these essays, they were probably going to be finished by the time you had to go back to the school to get on the bus with the team. You figured that you could even finish Annie’s essay and get started on Sammy’s US history presentation on the sociopolitical climate of the United States in the mid twentieth century to today. However, instead of covering a variety of topics like the rubric requested you to do, you were only going to talk about the significant events that happened to the LGBT+ community starting with Stonewall and going to Obergefell v. Hodges. You were also going to go in depth about how even if there are more opportunities available and more laws set in place to protect for LGBT+ people in the present then there were in past, members of the LGBT+ community still suffer heavy discrimination in the workplace and in the public. With receipts of course, the assignment required a minimum of three pictures per slide, and the group chat was a perfect source.

After that was done, you would email Sammy’s teacher (you had her last year for US history and you knew that she had a son in the grade below you currently transitioning from female to male) that you were the one that did her project and send screenshots of Sammy calling you slurs. Luckily for you, you had receipts of her being transphobic in the past that you could also send. Everything was effortlessly falling into place for you today.

As you were typing, the front door swung open and two overly excited fifth graders ran into the house and up the stairs. A tired Schlatt followed them. “I will never know how the hell Phil keeps up with them.”

“I dunno, maybe because he’s already raised three kids before.”

You watched as your uncle jumped and whipped his head over towards you, his hand clutching his chest. He lightly glared at you, “christ kid don’t do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

You smirked at him before turning back to your laptop to continue typing the essay. You were almost done with the conclusion paragraph on Annie’s essay and you wanted to get to Sammy’s presentation as fast as possible. As you were typing, you felt a warm air fan across your neck and your uncle’s voice right next to your ear, “whatcha typin?”

You lept off the couch and almost fell into the coffee table before steadying yourself and deadpanning at Schlatt. “I was typing an essay before you interrupted me.”

He snorted, “it looked like you were on a roll, just thought I’d see what my beloved niece was writing. Can I read it?”

Your eyes lit up as an excited grin split your cheeks, “yeah, but lemme catch you up real quick. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie got mad at me a few days ago and wanted me to do some homework for them as a sort of payment. But after they pulled that little stunt in the lunchroom yesterday, they decided to be little bitches to me and call me slurs. So naturally, I decided to change the essay prompt into an in depth analysis about discrimination LGBT people face from their peers on the daily. My english teacher’s really against homophobia and the project’s worth twenty five percent of our overall grade, so it’s perfect.”

While you were rambling on and on about your detailed plot for revenge, Schlatt couldn’t help but be proud of the person you’d become. A major part of him was impressed that you came up with a detailed plan so quickly, that meant that his cunning nature was rubbing off on you and that made him ecstatic. Sure you mentioning not being straight was new to him, but he was prepared to accept you for whatever you identified as. He didn’t care how people identified, he just cared if they were good people. And his niece was one of the best kids he knew. He’d let your slip up slide for now until you felt comfortable enough to properly come out to him.

“That an amazing plan, fuckin brilliant. Though, you could do more.”

That piqued your interest, “I’m listening.”

“Do you have any blackmail?”

Your eyes glinted with sudden understanding, “why yes I do, uncle dearest. I just so happen to have thousands of texts from them talking shit about each other and basically the entire school. And them being incredibly racist. They would be destroyed if that came out.”

“Two things. One, never call me that again. Two, perfect. Keep it as leverage if they try to do something. You don’t pull out all the good cards in the first round, you wait for the right moment to strike so you can win. You need to constantly defend yourself against other players and anticipate their every move. If you leak everything right now, you won’t have anything to use against them if they have something up their sleeve you didn’t know about. Patience is key in things like this.”

You absorbed every single word that came out of his mouth like it was the holy gospel. Although he was your uncle and you loved him with all your heart, but he was a sly bastard when he wanted to be. He knew his way around fighting and manipulating people just right, so you were incredibly happy that you were on his good side and he absolutely adored you. Though questionable and morally gray, he was giving you advice because he cared about you and you’d be an idiot to not heed his advice.

“That’s genius, Uncle Schlatt. What would I do without you?”

“You’d get along just fine without me, you would’ve gotten there eventually. You’re smart. I’m just givin you a little push in the right direction.”

“I honestly would’ve never thought about waiting, I was so dead set on getting revenge that I would’ve just leaked everything all at once. I want them to feel how I felt when they were around me. I-” you paused. Would this make you the same as them? You’d be screwing up all their grades, Adrian’s job, and Sammy’s athletic career. You came to the chilling realization that you’d be the same as them. You’d be as manipulative as they were. “...Uncle Schlatt, would that make me the same as them?”

“Fuck no! You’re always gonna be better than them no matter what. When they’re at their best, you’re always gonna be a whole lot better than them. They deserve what’s happening to them, it sounds like they put you through so much shit the past few years. I actually think you could do a whole lot worse to them if you’re willing to put more work in, but it’s your plan and if you think that what you’re doing is too much,” he darkly chuckled, “you wouldn’t like my idea.”

“You’re right, they deserve everything I have planned for them. God, I don’t know what I was thinking, ‘would that make me the same as them,’” you mocked what you said earlier, “what a load of shit. Anyways, thanks Uncle Schlatt. I’m gonna get back to writing this. They’re due tomorrow and I wanna finish as much as I can before I have to go.”

“Alright, whaddya want for dinner? Phil’s gonna be like thirty minutes late from work so I’m cookin tonight.”

Oh no. No, no, no, no. That man can barley cook boxed mac n cheese, let alone anything else. He’d burn down the house if you left him alone in the kitchen with the stove. “On second thought, why don’t I help you with dinner? We can make some chicken alfredo.”

“Awe, you’d rather hang out with me than finish your homework? Ya really do love me. C’mon let’s start.”

The process of making dinner was… interesting. Multiple times, Schlatt almost spilled boiling water on himself and he even managed to burn the pasta while it was in the water. How he even managed to do that you’d never find out, you had your back turned cutting up vegetables and herbs at the time. That was when you subtly started to take over in the kitchen, giving him smaller tasks while you handled everything else. You felt bad for Tubbo, his father can’t cook for shit.

By time you finished, about an hour passed and Philza had come home and changed out of his work clothes. The two adults sat at the table discussing something that you didn’t pay attention to while your brothers and cousin were in the living room waiting for you to finish dinner. Finally, you set the table and it was time to eat.

Because you couldn’t have many fatty foods before any matches or practices, you had made a separate plate for yourself that only had plain pasta, chicken, and broccoli. You were surprised with how well it turned out, you were following an iffy recipe you found on the first link Google brought up.

After dinner, you went upstairs to put your uniform on and pack a little bag full of things you might need: a small blanket, some snacks, a water bottle, and a portable charger. Oh, and fuzzy socks and a pair of crocs. You could never go wrong with fuzzy socks and crocs. Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pulled out your phone.

Hales : )

(Y/n), I’m omw to your house

Gonna give you a ride to the school

(Y/n)

Hales you don’t have to give me a ride, I can drive

Hales : )

Don’t care

Omw, be there in like 7 mins

You swiped out of yours and her conversation and opened up the family group chat

(Y/n)

I don’t need a ride to the school, Haley’s giving me one

She’s gonna give me a ride home too

Dadza

Alright, thank her for me

Tell her I said good luck too!

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

Dadza

(Y/n), do everything he wouldn’t do

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Fuck you I’m a good influence

Dadza

You’re really not

Wilby

^^^^

Technology Sword

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Fuck all of you

You heard Haley’s car pull into the driveway and dashed out of your room with your bag. Just as you put your hand on the doorknob, a hand stopped you.

“Coat.”

You grumbled as you reached past Philza to grab your coat. After you slipped it on, you were pulled into a hug. “You’re gonna do great out there. I know you’re gonna win this, we’ll be watching in the stands.”

“Damn right she’s gonna do good, she’s my niece after all.”

Schlatt pulled you away from your father’s hug and tried to ruffle your hair before you swatted away his hand, “don’t. You have no idea how long it took me to get a perfect ponytail. I have an ungodly amount of hairspray and bobby pins in my hair right now.”

“Fine. You’re gonna kick their asses tonight.”

Tommy and Tubbo pushed past Schlatt and both tackled you into a hug making you stumble slightly back.

“Kick their asses good (y/n)!” Tommy cheered, making you crack up before one stern glance from Philza completely stopped you. “Tommy, don’t say that. (Y/n), not funny.”

“Alright, Haley’s waiting for me. I gotta go, love you guys!” As you turned to walk through the door, you could hear your family following you and shouting “good luck”. You felt heat creep up on your cheeks as Haley rolled down her window and wove at your family with the biggest grin on her face.

“Thank you! We’re gonna take home the gold for sure!”

You hopped in her car as she rolled up the window and chuckled. “I love your family, they’re always so full of energy. It’s refreshing to see compared to how boring my family is.”

You glanced at your entire family gathered on the front porch. Tommy and Tubbo were practically vibrating with excitement, Wilbur and Techno calmly smiled and wove at you, Philza was grinning widely at you as you saw his mouth forming words that you couldn’t hear or read, and Schlatt was grinning cheekily at you. You raised your hand to wave at them as they vanished from view when Haley pulled out of your driveway. You smiled softly, “I love em too.”

The car ride was relatively quick with the same soft indie pop music floating from the speakers and an easy going conversation with Haley about the match tonight. You both thought that you could beat the other team if everyone focused 100% and played exactly like you guys did in practices. If everyone did that, you would be unstoppable.

Luckily for you and Haley, you were the first ones in line to board the bus so you two got the back seat with Zara and Jazzy sitting across from you guys. The hour long bus ride passed quickly and lively with you four passing around your phone and playing some mad libs, you were sure that by the end of the last game you four were laughing and crying. Sometime in the middle of the trip, you noticed that Haley would start to lean on your shoulder and continuously glance at you as she laughed. You desperately wanted to believe that it was because she liked you, but she was straight and she was your best friend. She was probably trying to make sure you were having a good time.

When the team had gotten to the opposing school and left the locker room to stretch in the gym, you could hear your family start to scream your and Haley’s names from the front row next to you, Tommy and Tubbo being the loudest amongst them with Philza trying to get them to quiet down so you could focus. You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled at them and Haley wove enthusiastically back at them. Zara was laughing at you two. Stretching went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were on the court facing the opposing team.

The first match was won by the opposing team by five points. The second match stretched on and on until it was won by your team narrowly by two points. The team was going to have to shape up in the third match if you guys wanted a chance at winning, the opposing team was good. Before the third match started, Coach Williams called for a time out so you guys could talk about strategy. Before Haley could go back onto the court, you pulled her aside.

“Hales, we need to do what we practiced. The other team won’t be expecting it at all, I’ve been setting you up this entire game. They’re never going to expect you setting me up for a spike.”

“When are we going to do it though? We need a better plan.”

“I’m sure the opportunity will come and both of us will recognize it. We just can’t do it too early in the game though, that’ll ruin their surprise.”

“(Y/n), I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“When do I not Hales? We gotta get gold this year.”

The third round went by with both teams constantly swapping places until you both were tied fifteen to fifteen. You saw the ball flying towards Haley, giving her the perfect opportunity to set you up for a spike. “HALEY NOW!”

You watched as her face hardened in determination as she pretended like she was going to spike it by jumping high in the air and stretching her arms back, making the opposing front row players all gather in front of her. Much to their surprise, she launched it towards you as you leaped up and went for the kill. The stinging of the ball hit by your wrist and the smack sound the ball made when it slammed onto the open gym floor was something you’d never forget as the crowd around you went wild over the unexpected play. You could hear the high pitched screaming of Tommy and Tubbo over everybody else. Glancing at them over your shoulder, you saw them jumping up and down on the gym floor and looking at you with awe filled eyes and gaping mouths. The rest of your family looked at you with similar expressions, their cheers echoing in your mind. Winking at them, you turned back to your team and went straight to Haley. Clapping a hand on her shoulder, you pulled her into a quick hug, yelling over the raving of the crowd. “HALEY WE NAILED THAT!”

“HOLY SHIT I DID NOT THINK THAT WAS ACTUALLY GONNA WORK!”

“You have such little faith in your setter! You wound me Hales.”

“Well, I would have more faith in you if you weren’t chaotic on the court, sweetheart.”

You felt yourself surge in happiness at the nickname, but you couldn’t afford to focus too much on it. Your team only needed one more point to win best in the state and go to nationals. It would be the first time in your team’s history if you reached national level, and you’d be damned if you were the one to screw it up for them.

The last rotation went on for a while, each team fighting tooth and nail for the state championship title with clashing determination. You tried your best to block every hit and try to set Haley up for a spike, and you were successful for the most part, only missing a few blocks. You saw the setter adjacent to you set the spiker up for a spike and jumped up in time to try to block it, your arms stretched upwards and your palms out. Only, the ball didn’t hit your hands. It collided painfully with your nose, ricocheted off your face with a thwack and sailed over to the other side of the court. Your head whipped back as your body followed suit and flew backwards onto the floor. Without giving you any time to react, your head bounced back and cracked against the polished hardwood floor of the gym. Everything went black.

“...(y……”

“..(y/n)......”

“(Y/n).”

You faintly heard someone calling someone’s name over the continuous ringing noise. Was it your name? It felt right, so it had to be your name. You peeled your eyes open to see a blurry figure hovering over you. It was swirled with tans, browns, and backs. After a while of the figure repeating your name, it slowly became more recognizable, albeit appearing twice in your vision. It took you a while to figure out who this was before your muddled brain recognized Haley.

“Hales! There’s two o’ya. Twice as beautiful babe…” You slurred out as you attempted to smile at her.

“Oh thank god, PLEASE WE NEED A DOCTOR SHE HIT HER HEAD!” Her usually angelic voice gritted against your brain like sandpaper making you cringe as pain exploded in your head.

“God babe you’re so loud, why’s so bright? I-wha's goin on?” You blearily tried to move your head to look around only to be stopped by a pair of large hands on each side of your head gently holding it in place. You moved your laggy eyes around to look at the figure. He was a blonde man with blue eyes and a hint of stubble on his chin. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked… he looked… your brain worked to figure out why he looked how he looked. Who was he?

“Please don’t move hun.” His muffled voice was baritone. You squinted at him trying to figure out who this man was.

“Who th f-fuck… why?”

“I’m your dad hun. Do-do you not recognize me?” You made a noise in the back of your throat as your stuffy brain finally put a name to the face.

“Dad- wha’s goin on? I’on feel so good…”

“Shh, I know, I know. Just stop moving and talking. Everything’s fine. I’m here. You’re okay.”

“Mmk… Dad, where are we? I’ont know- you’re so quiet.”

“Stop moving so much. You’re on the floor in a gym. You just won your team the state championship. Now stop talking please.”

Huh. So that’s why everybody seemed to appear from above you. You strained your eyes to look around you, but you could only see your dad’s face hovering above you. “Shit I- who’s aroun’ me? Where’s Hales?”

“I’m right here sweetheart. I got the doctor, Mr. Minecraft.”

Your dad’s face moved away from your vision so fast that it made your head spin and your stomach twist. Another face appeared above you that you once again didn’t recognize.

“I’m Doctor Martin, can you tell me your first and last name?”

“Uh, (y/n) Minecraft?”

“Good, what month are we in right now?”

“Nov-November?”

“Close, it’s late October. Can you tell me who this,” he pointed to your dad, “is?”

“S’my dad Phillip.”

“That’s your dad Philza.”

The questioning stopped as he suddenly shined a blinding light into your sensitive eyes. You hissed as you tried to move your head away from the offending light only to be held in place by your dad’s hands. Your head spun as you moved too quickly and a wave of nausea hit you, making you groan and move your arm to cover your eyes. Your hand was stopped by something warm and soft wrapping around it and holding it tightly. Everything was so overwhelmingly and painfully bright and loud. You wanted to make it stop.

“Mr. Minecraft, your daughter appears to have a concussion. I don’t have the tools on hand to determine the severity of it, but it’s worrying that her pupils are asymmetrical, she’s delirious, and has slight memory loss. I understand you live about an hour away from here, and it’s alright for you to take her to a hospital closer to your house. Make sure you keep her alert.”

Your delirious mind only registered about half of what came out of the doctor’s mouth. You mumbled gibberish as you once again opened your eyes to look around. You were only briefly able to crane your neck to the left. Several figures large and small were standing behind your dad. Your family, your mind supplemented. Slowly, your mind was starting to recognize your surroundings even if there was currently double of everything and everything was blurry.

“I’m going to help you stand up. Do ya think you can do that?”

“Yeah Dad.” You lifted your upper body off from the ground with a gentle hand on your back helping you sit up. Fighting the wave of nausea that slapped you in the face, you reached up to rub at your eyes. A hand once again stopped you. You peeked your eyelids open and lightly glared at whomever stopped you. “Hales you’re lucky you’re so cute I woulda slapped you. I like holdin but you’re bein annoying. Stop.” You attempted to make your voice sound firm, but the words that came out of your mouth were slightly slurred.

She was silent as she helped her dad haul you to your feet. Once on your feet, you saw the room spin and felt yourself start to sway slightly. An arm wrapped itself around your shoulders and pulled you close to them so that your weight was supported. They were a little taller than you were making it easy to lean on them.

“...Can you walk?” A deep, monotone voice rumbled the chest of the person you were leaning against.

“Mhm. ‘M not weak.” Though your limbs felt like they were made of molasses, you placed one foot in front of the other slowly. The person moved alongside you, “you’re doing so good, keep going.” That sparked familiarity in you as you stopped in your tracks and tried to look up at the person you were leaning against making the person tighten their arm around your shoulders when you almost fell over.

“Tech?”

“Yeah, it’s Technoblade. Just focus on walking. You’re almost out of the gym.”

When you realized that you were out of the gym, you sighed in relief. It was so much quieter and darker. Though it was still relatively bright, it was better than the gym.

“S’better.”

“When we get her to the car we can give her some sunglasses or something if it’s still too bright for her.”

“Wilbs-”

“Focus on walking.”

You huffed in irritation, “don’ tell me what to do bitch.”

You felt Techno’s body jolt slightly as he chuckled, making your head throb at the sudden movement. “Just walk.”

When you walked outside, you shivered as you felt the cool air nip at your exposed skin. Right, you were in your volleyball uniform. “I’ll go pull the car around, you guys stay with her.”

You saw a tall brunet start to walk away from you. Uncle Splat? Uncle Schmat? Whatever his name was, you were sure he was your uncle. You tried to snuggle closer to Techno, craving warmth but never being satisfied. Where was your uncle?

After a while, you saw a car moving towards you and blinding light pointed right at you making you cringe away and groan. Techno started to slowly walk towards the car. “C’mon (y/n), you’re almost there. When you’re in the car you can relax.”

“Tommy, Tubbo, and Techno, you’re in the back row. Schlatt can drive and Wil, you’re taking the passenger seat. I’ll stay with her in the middle row so she can have some room to lay down.” Tommy and Tubbo were with you? Why weren’t they talking, they usually were very vocal.

“Tom, Tubbs didja like the game?”

They didn’t say anything as they climbed into the car. Did they not hear you?

“They’re just… tired (y/n).” Your dad’s voice reassured you as he took Techno’s place holding you up.

“I wanna nap. ‘M so tired.”

“You can’t sleep yet. We gotta get you to a doctor first.”

“Mm. Makes sense.”

“Let’s get you in the car hun.”

As he helped you climb into the car, you felt an overwhelming wave of nausea wash over you making you lose your balance and almost faceplant into the cloth seats. You felt yourself being gently, yet urgently taken out of the car and led to grass as you felt your esophagus shorten. Something burning made its way up your throat and spewed into the grass. You felt someone rubbing your back as you puked up your dinner.

When you were done, you reached up with a shaking hand to wipe your mouth. “You feelin better? Think you can get back into the car or do you need to sit down for a bit?”

“Car.”

After some difficulty, you were successfully in the middle row of the car laying down with your head on Philza’s lap. Soon enough, your shoes were taken off and a blanket was draped over you.

“(Y/n), what do you remember?”

You scrunched up your face as you squinted at Philza’s face. “I remember playing volleyball with Hales. She’s so pretty, she’s straight though. I remember the other team hitting the ball, me jumping, then nothin. Wha’ happened?”

You watched as Philza winced, “well, you got everything right so far. You got hit in the face with the ball so you fell and hit your head on the floor. You were passed out for a minute before you woke up. It was a pretty nasty fall, we’re going to the hospital now. How’re ya feelin?”

“Head hurts, ‘m seein two of everything, an I can’t think.”

“Do you know what a concussion is?” You nodded in his lap slightly, “you probably have one.”

After a while of talking, you were slowly starting to come to your senses and your speech was clearing up, but your head was still too stuffy to think about what you were saying before you said it. You didn’t have a filter.

“Do you wanna tell us about your week so far? Do you remember most of it?”

“Mhm, it was shit. On Monday I had a panic attack and Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were being bitches to me all day. They fucked up my back. On Tuesday, they got mad at me for ditching them and they had me do their homework, had another panic attack, and Haley told me that someone took pictures of our boobs ‘n stuff and they were gonna leak it to the school if Haley didn’t stop hanging out with me. Haley and I almost kissed, but she’s straight. Pulled an all nighter and Wednesday I accidentally came out to Tech and Wil and had another panic attack. Annie, Adrian, and Sammy took more pictures of me through my window, Annie outed me to the entire school and slapped me. Another panic attack, skipped the last two classes and felt like shit the entire practice. Today Adrian and Sammy told me to kill myself and I had another panic attack. ’S about it.”

As you were going through your week, the hand that was previously gently stroking your hair had frozen as the car was enveloped in a tense silence. Luckily, Tommy and Tubbo were passed out in the back seat so they didn’t hear how bad your week was. Everyone awake knew that you had a few bad days this week, but they didn’t know the full extent of it. You watched as Philza’s expression had turned downright murderous, but you didn’t really care. You were busy talking about your week.

For the rest of the car ride, Philza asked you simple questions like what your favorite color was, your favorite animal, basically your favorite everything. Eventually, the car pulled into the hospital parking lot and Philza helped you get out of the car. “Schlatt, can you take the boys home so they can get some rest? I’ll stay with her.”

“Yeah, I’m on it. Don’t cause too much trouble (y/n), we all know you can raise hell.” He watched you for a reaction, but when you didn’t react, he coughed. “Well, I’ll see ya later kid. Good luck.”

The car drove off leaving you and Philza at the front of the emergency room building. “It’s gonna be a long night (y/n).”

“I gotta finish Annie’s essay and Sammy’s presentation though.”

“No you don’t, I’ll email your teachers.”

You two checked in with the front desk before moving to sit on the uncomfortable chairs. It was going to be a long night. You were so tired.

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ray-ray-writings · 4 years ago

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Forget Me Not-SBI

…. To the person that requested this…. Why? Why would you rip my heart out like this…

This is a SBI x gn!reader in the dreamsmp. So in this, Dream is kind of like an immortal being who is one age and has been that age for a really long time… You’ll see more what I mean when you get into it….

This is fine in the beginning and then it gets hella sad….. You’ve been warned.

Masterlist here

The garden. That’s where it all began with Y/N and the Minecraft family... It’s unfortunate that’s where it all ended as well.

Y/N’s POV

I met Phil many years ago in my garden. I had lived alone in the middle of nowhere for many years. After months of feeling lonely, I built a beautiful garden with not only lots of fruits and vegetables, but also lots of flowers so that all types of animals and insects could come and hang out in my garden. One day, I peeked out into the garden and found a man with two young children admiring the rows of plants. I didn’t mind, I was just curious as to the new people that had wandered onto my property.

“Hello” I greeted softly, approaching the three carefully trying to appear non threatening. The blonde man whipped around with wide eyes, revealing that what I thought was three people is actually four because there was a baby strapped to his chest. “Who might you new friends be?” I asked softly. “Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t know anyone lived here. I just wanted to show my sons around a beautiful garden to get them to calm down, I’m sorry again, we’ll leave!” He rushed out, grabbing his two standing son’s hands before trying to leave. The poor man looked exhausted. Like he just needed a break from… Well from his children.

I quickly held my hand out to stop him from moving, “No, you’re quite alright. You just startled me. It has been quite a long time since I’ve had visitors. My name is Y/N!” I introduced myself, hoping to further reassure the father and his children. The blonde man gave me a kind smile and let go of his brunette child’s hand, “I’m Philza, you can call me Phil.” I took his hand with a smile and shook it. “It’s very nice to meet you Phil.” “You as well Y/N. These are my three sons, Wilbur” he says, motioning to the brunette, “Techno. And the baby is Tommy.” I gave each child a warm smile. “It’s very nice to meet you boys as well…. Would it be alright if I showed your boys around the garden myself? You could go inside and relax for a bit if you wanted!” Philza hesitated for a moment, but couldn’t help the wave of relief that washed over him. “Yes. Please, that would be lovely.”

After chatting for a few more moments, Philza handed me Tommy and told the two other boys what would be happening. “I’ll be right inside, okay? Yell if you need anything.” And then Philza went inside. I had just met the man, but I knew I could trust him. “Alright boys, what do we want to look at first?” The four of us slowly moved about the garden. I told them everything there was to know about the plants I had been growing and answered each and every one of their questions with the utmost patience.

“Y/N! What kind of flowers are these?” Wilbur asked, his eyes wide and his small fingers reaching out and caressing the blue petals of a small flower. I smiled fondly at the flower before diving in. “Well Wilbur, those are Forget Me Nots and they are my favorite. They represent remembrance, a promise to always remember someone. They also represent love and protection. If you give someone a Forget Me Not, it means you truly love them and would go to the ends of the earth to protect them…” I explained softly.

Pondering for a moment, I reached out and picked four of the flowers. “Here,” I offered the boy softly, extending out the flower to him. Wilbur stared at me with wide eyes before softly reaching out and taking the flower from my fingers, “But you just said-” “I know what I said,” I cut in gently, extending my hand out and offering another of the flowers to Techno who also carefully took it. “I know I just met you today, but I would do anything for you boys okay? Anything you need, I’ll be there.” I told them softly as I rested yet another of the flowers next to Tommy’s sleeping head. For the first time today, the boys were silent, staring intensely at the blue petals of the flower that symbolized my promise to protect them.

“Now how about we go inside and give this one to your dad, huh? Then you boys can help me make dinner” The boys seemed to break out of their trance at that. Snatching the remaining flower from my hand, Wilbur bolted to the house, “I’m going to win!” He called over his shoulder to his pink headed brother. “No you’re not!” Techno screeched back, chasing after him. I couldn’t help but laugh at the interaction before slowly following the boys inside. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I would do anything for them.

Ever since then, the boys had become my family. Phil would come over with his sons and hang out. Sometimes when he needed a break, I would offer to take them off his hands for a while. At first he felt guilty for accepting, but he soon faded from that habit and learned that just because he needed some help sometimes did not make him weak. I watched the boys grow before my eyes. Tommy went from being carried everywhere to throwing a tantrum if you tried to pick him up without warning. Wilbur slowly became more and more invested in the garden, spending many hours out there with me, helping me in any way he could learning everything for himself. Techno broke out of his shell more and also spent a lot of time in the garden with Will and me, although he usually sat back and just watched.

One day while we were out in the garden, Dream appeared. I hadn’t seen Dream in a long time. We had once been friends. But over time, he slowly became a completely different person. Ruining people’s lives for fun and having no regret or remorse for it. So one day I left. I left for the middle of nowhere and never looked back, never expecting him to find me. But of course he had.

“Well, well, well… What do we have here?” I almost couldn’t believe the voice that called from behind me. I slowly stood up from what I was doing and carefully turned around. I could feel the twin’s eyes on me as I stood to confront the figure. “What are you doing here, Dream?” I questioned in as stern of a voice as I could. Dream let out a mock laugh as he crossed his arms in front of him, “Now, now. Is that anyway to greet your best friend?” I let out an irritated sigh and rolled my eyes, “You’re not my best friend. You are just somebody that I used to know. Now tell me what you want or get the hell off my property.” I finally snapped, just wanting answers.

A fake pout peeked out from under Dream’s white smiley face mask. “Awe, Y/N/N. That hurts. That really hurts… But I would watch your words and your tone… You wouldn’t want those two boys to get hurt, would you?” My eyes snapped to the two young teens standing by my side. “Boys, get inside the house.” I growled under my breath. “But Y/N-” “Now” I snapped. They didn’t question me again. Wilbur and Techno sprinted to the house. I watched carefully as the door shut behind them before turning back to Dream. “If you even so much as think about laying a single finger on them, I swear to God I will kill you.” Dream smirked, “Oh come on now. You wouldn’t hurt your best friend, would you?” “You’re not my best friend!” I broke, I marched forward and swung my fist at his face, which he caught. “And here I thought we could have a civil conversation.”

Dream threw my hand back and quickly struck back, his own fist flying for my face, which I easily blocked. The two of us took a step back, each scanning the other’s body before lunging back into the fight. Punches and kicks fly as both of us try desperately to get the other hand. It’s no use. We know each other too well.

The fight could have gone on forever if not for Philza. Wilbur and Techno must have gone and gotten their father because all of the sudden there are hands on my shoulders and I’m being pulled off of Dream. “Y/N!” He exclaims, turning me to face him, “What’s going on? Who is this?” I broke myself from the concerned man’s grip and turned to the green hoodie cladded man. “Go home Dream. Go home.”

Dream reaches up and gently removes his mask from his face allowing our eyes to connect. His emerald green eyes burned with a fury that I hadn’t seen in many many years. I allowed my eyes to roam his face, taking in the subtle changes that have taken place over his face. A small smirk quirked on my lips as I watched blood drip from his nose, knowing I was the one to do that. It must hurt… Good

“You’ve made a big mistake Y/N. All I wanted to do was talk. Wanted you to stand by my side once again.” I let out a scoff, “I will never stand by your side again Dream. You’re a monster and that is something I will never be.” The fury in his eyes seemed to burn brighter as his deamour shifted even darker, “You’re going to regret this Y/N. I swear. I’ll get you one day and you will regret not joining me. It will come from nowhere and you’ll regret it.” “That will never happen. Now get the hell out of here.” And for once in his life, Dream did as he was told.

After I was sure Dream was gone, I turned back to Phil with a sheepish smile on my face, “Thanks for that… That fight would have gone on for literal ever. Turns out when you’re best friends with someone for many years, you learn their fighting styles and can predict their every move.” Philza just stared at me in shock. “Who was that?” I let out a sigh before delving into a short version of the story. “That was Dream. He’s been alive for like, ever, and will be alive for the same amount of time. We used to be best friends… And then he changed and I didn’t want to be around that, so I left. Today was the first time I’ve seen him in years. It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m here and safe.” Philza seemed to accept my answer and pulled me into a tight hug. “Okay, well I’m glad you’re okay.” I hugged him back tightly.

My eyes flickered to my house and I let out a small laugh at the thing that stared back at me from inside my house. Philza pulled back and gave me a curious look. “We should go inside. It looks like two boys are very eager to ask questions.” I noted, pointing over his shoulder at the two boys that were peering through my kitchen window, curious looks on both their faces. Phil turned around and laughed at the sight as well. Phil put a hand on my lower back and walked with me inside the house.

Once I was inside, two sets of arms wrapped around me. I immediately hugged Techno and Wilbur back. “I’m okay guys. Thank you for listening and going inside the house. And thank you for getting your dad for me. I really appreciate it.” “Anything for you,” Wilbur murmured against my shoulder, “You promised to protect us the day we met you… We’re going to do the same for you.” His words caused me to melt. I can’t believe he still remembers that. I squeezed my arms around them tighter. My boys.

We embraced for a few moments longer before pulling away with a small smile. Techno cleared his throat drawing my attention to him. “Do you think… That maybe you could teach me to fight like you? Just so that I can be prepared in case Dream comes back I can help fight?” His question surprised me. I slowly looked over to Phil who simply gave me a shrug, “Up to you.” I turned back to Techno with a soft smile. “Sure bud, we can start tomorrow morning if you want.” A bright grin, one I rarely ever see from Techno, spread across the pink headed boy’s face. “Yes, please! Thank you!” “Of course kiddo… Now let’s get cleaned up for dinner.”

So everyday since that day, I trained Techno in the morning. It didn’t take long for him to become better than me. But still, everyday without fail Techno and I sparred. I would also tell him about Dream’s fighting style so that if he ever did come back, Techno would be ready. I assured him though, that Dream wouldn’t be back though. That nothing would ever happen. Oh how I wish I was wrong.

Dream did come back. On the day I least expected it.

I was in the garden, tending to the flowers. I gave Techno the day off of training, deciding he had been working hard enough that he deserved a day off. So having the morning free, I decided I would take the time to tend to my garden on my own, something that I hadn’t done since the day I met the Minecraft family. It was nice to have a little time to myself, but as I tended to the Forget Me Nots, I couldn’t help but miss my boys.

“Hello Y/N” Dream’s cruel voice greeted me from behind, startling me from my work. I felt irritation flood my veins as I rose from my kneeling position, turning around to face him. I felt my blood run cold as my eyes caught sight of the enchanted netherite sword that rested by his side. “Dream… What are you doing here?” I questioned, my eyes flickering to his white mask. I watched the bottom half of his face flicker into a smirk, “I warned you didn’t I? I would be back when you least expected it. Today’s that day.” He claimed with a huge grin, taking a few steps forward, raising his sword toward me. “Dream,” I whispered, horrified, “Don’t do this.”

I was defenseless. I had no shield, no weapon to defend myself. I knew if I tried to book it to my house, Dream would kill me before I even got half way. I couldn’t yell for anyone, I lived in the middle of nowhere and none of the boys were around. I was trapped with no way out.

“Don’t do this? No I think I will do this. I told you, you would regret it, today’s that day Y/N. Today’s the day.” I didn’t get to respond. Dream lunged forward and the sword was plunged into my stomach. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t. All I could do was let out a painful gasp as I collapsed on top of the sword. I couldn’t stop my hand that reached out and grabbed onto Dream’s bicep. Slowly, I looked up and met the white mask. Making a decision, I reached up with my free hand and ripped the mask off his face. If he was going to let me die, he would have to look me in the eyes when he does it.

Utter shock filled his face as the mask fell to the ground. His emerald eyes flickered down to where his sword had punctured my body. Regret seemed to fill his face, but only for a moment. Indifference took its place before a forced smirk played on his lips. Another gasp was ripped from my throat as Dream wretched the sword from its place in abdomen. The only thing that was keeping me on my feet was the hand on Dream’s bicep. Once he realized that, my hand was ripped from his body causing me to lose my balance and crash into the ground.

Dream loomed over me, a satisfied smirk painted on his lips. “Should have listen to me Y/N… Should have-” “Y/N!” A scream roared through the air. Techno was here, why is Techno here? Dream’s head snapped away from me toward the direction of the voice. He looked back to me and forced that smirk once more. “It’s too late,” he stated calmly, “You’ve lost too much blood… Goodbye Y/N… Should have taken me up on that offer” Dream almost sounded sad. I didn’t get a chance to say anything because then he was gone.

“Y/N!” Techno’s voice called again. I couldn’t call back. Everything hurt too much and I was getting too sleepy. Through my blurry vision, I could see Phil kneel down beside me, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy close behind him. I could feel his hands find their way to my stomach where he tried to put pressure on the wound. “No, please. Y/N” Philza begged, trying desperately to stop the bleeding, but deep down we all knew it was too late. “Phil,” I whispered, my hand reaching out and cupping his face. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’ll be okay without me.”

“Don’t talk like that Y/N. You’re going to be okay too. Please, you have to be okay,” Wilbur’s voice broke as he sank to his knees beside Phil. Tommy and Techno both joined him, each of their hands reaching out and grasping at a part of my body. “Yeah, we still have so much to do together. I have so many pranks I have to pull on you… Don’t leave.” Tommy said, trying to remain strong, and failing a bit as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Please don’t go,” Techno begged, “I still have so much to learn from you. Don’t go. Stay. Stay here. With us.”

I gave them all a sad smile, pulling my hand away from Phil’s face and resting it by my head above me, my fingertip brushing against the flower bush planted there. “Stay? I would love to stay and be with you boys. But it seems that I can’t.” Gathering all my remaining strength, I reached up and pulled a handful of the flowers from the bush. I let out a small laugh as they came into my view, just as beautiful as the day I planted them. Slowly, I reached my hand out to the boys. Techno was the first to get the message. His fingers reached out and softly plucked one bunches of flowers from my hand, as careful as the day we met. Three other hands slowly reached out and plucked the remaining flowers from my hand.

Once the blue flowers left my hand, I allowed my arm to collapse to my stomach to rest. “Forget me not” I breathed out before my eyes fluttered closed. Sobs filled my ears as I allowed myself to fall deeper and deeper into a black nothingness… And soon, there was nothing at all.

*POV Switch*

Third Person POV

Y/N was buried the next day in their favorite outfit in their favorite place, the garden, under their favorite flowers, the Forget Me Nots. The death hit the family of four extremely hard. Days and weeks went by as the four tried desperately to fix the hole that Y/N’s left in each of their hearts.

Techno was in denial the longest. Going to Y/N’s house everyday in the morning, knocking on their front door waiting for them to answer the door so the two could train together. But every morning without fail, the hole in Techno’s heart grew as his incessant knocking when unanswered. Techno only leaves the house once his eyes catch sight of the grave constructed in Y/N’s garden.

Wilbur took over taking care of the garden. He could be found many times a week slaving in the hot sun making sure that every single plant was thriving and perfect. He feels like he owes it to Y/N… If he couldn’t protect Y/N, maybe he could protect the garden.*

Tommy got really quiet. His usual loud manner and joking demeanour vanished once Y/N died. His pranks against his family stopped. He didn’t feel right joking in a world Y/N wasn’t in.

Philza was hit the hardest. He had to put up a brave front for his children. But at night he would allow himself to collapse. Y/N was his friend… His best friend… No. A piece of his family. They understood him like no one ever had. They had taken care of him and his family asking for nothing in return for years. Philza blames himself for many months. Had he gotten there quicker, Y/N would have survived. It was his fault they were dead.**

Everyone grew more protective of one another after that. Never letting one go anywhere alone, not that they wanted to anyway. Although they were protective of each other, the three boys were way more protective of Philza. They had already lost one parental figure. There would be no coming back if they lost the other.

Techno was almost always the one to accompany Philza on his trips. Training even harder to make sure that nothing would ever be able to sneak up on them or take him down. Every possible threat would find itself dead before it could even think to agro to Philza. With every swing of his weapon, Techno silently thanked Y/N for teaching him so well and swore to avenge them by killing Dream… One day.

Wilbur became protective over the words that were said about and to Philza. Not hesitating to physically fight someone that said a single bad word about his father. Philza was the strongest man Wilbur had ever known, he understood that now, and so insulting Philza would not fly by Wilbur.

Tommy began to do everything he could for Philza. He wanted to make sure that Phil knew how much he was appreciated and how much he was loved by his children. Tommy would make sure that Philza had enough food, that chores were done, things were clean, and everything was put in its place. Tommy knew now how much the little things meant.

Slowly, the four healed together. Laughter and smile crept back into their household as months passed by. The four made regular trips to Y/N’s house. They left gifts and letters one Y/N’s grave, hoping wherever they were they would accept them as an unspoken apology. Taking time to admire the garden started by their beloved family member, currently being kept by Wilbur.

Their eyes always linger on the Forget Me Nots. The flower that they got at the beginning and the end. Y/N’s favorite flower. Each time they visit, gentle hands reach out and pick five flowers… One for each of them and the final one for Y/N. No words are ever said as they gather their flowers, they don’t need them. The meaning of the gentle blue flower speaks for itself. The silent promise. Forget me not.

There you go… I really hope you enjoyed. Writing this legitimately made me cry, see the notes below. (the asterisks correlate to the ones in the imagine and points out where my tears occurred). If you did enjoy, please please be sure to leave a like and maybe even a reply or a reblog!

Notes:

*I kid you not, I know I’m the one that wrote it, but I began crying at that line. Like full on crying because it made me so sad. It doesn’t help I was listening to my sad playlist when I wrote this imagine.

**FUCK. I’M CRYING AGAIN. OH MY GOD WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF???

P.P.S. This is what a forget me not looks like if you didn’t know.

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awesamblr · 4 years ago

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PART TWO OF GHOSTBUR!!! Since you seemed to like the first one! :D

They all pause for a moment to take in what they just heard.

Wilbur...? Doesn't remember them...?

Tommy is the first one to speak up, sounding more hurt and confused with just an edge of anger to the words. "We...We're your family, Wilbur!! Wil- ...Wil are you-" Tommy doesn't want to believe that Wilbur doesn't remember them, he doesn't want that... "Wil, you better not be fucking with us-" he starts again, sounding more angry, fresh tears beginning to fall. "Cause if you are, I swear to god-"

And he stops as he finds a hand on his shoulder. Tommy turns and finds Techno.

"Tommy...he doesn't remember us Tommy..."

Wilbur shifts around, floating around slightly and awkwardly. "Y-you all seem to care a whole lot..." his hand moves to his chest. "I can't remember how I died...I can hardly remember anything...I'm so sorry if you knew me well..."

Tommy gets angry again- calling it anger is a disservice to the emotional turmoil, he was upset and scared and happy and so so sad- and Techno gets ready to hold him back again when another voice interrupts them.

"Knew you...?" It was Phil... "Knew you??" He pulled up his hanging head and tears ran freely. "Hell, Wilbur- I RAISED YOU!! I know you better than I know myself!! Wilbur, don't you recognize me? Recognize us?" He takes a step toward Wil and so much pain and hurt reflects in Phil's eyes- it hurt to look at them. "Wilbur we're your family! Those are your brothers...!! And I'm-" he remembers the explosion, the pleading of his son- kill me, kill me, please kill me- and takes a shattered breath. "And I'm your father."

Wilbur looks around at the broken family.

A boy who looks as if he once held his entire world in his hands, only to have it melt through his fingers and spill to the floor.

A man who looks like chaos incarnate, now heavy with guilt and shame, a horrible tiredness running through him endlessly.

A boy who looks as though he'd been through hell and back with a smile on his face, still trying to be happy for others around him.

A man who looks as though he had the world. As though he had absolutely everything. And now his everything was gone.

And Wilbur speaks. "Was..." he gulps in a breath at the teary eyes, almost not wanting to know the answer to the question on his tongue. "Was I a good brother?"

Memories flood the minds of the family.

Tommy recalls times of when him and Wilbur would make huge pillow forts when they were younger and of how whenever Tommy was upset, Wil would come up behind him and lay himself over his shoulders in a lazy gesture- not quite a hug, but something that felt the same.

Tommy also remembered Wilbur, eyes alive with insanity and agressive cruelty. The Wilbur that would scream at Tommy and pound his fist against the wall and tell Tommy that he was hopeless.

Techno remembers times in his life where him and Wilbur would sneak out of the house together to go hunt mobs- Wilbur never really wanted to be there, but Techno would never have gone without him. He remembered how when Techno would lock himself in his room and quietly panic, only to hear the calm strummings of a guitar from the other side of the door until Techno calmed down.

Techno also remembered the Wilbur that wanted to blow up Manburg, that wanted Techno's help in it's destruction. The Wilbur that craved chaos and hurt and pain. The Wilbur he had helped to destroy good.

Tubbo recalls times after he was adopted into the family, times where he would struggle with reading and writing and Wilbur would silently walk over and help him. He remembers times when he feels lost and Wilbur would pass by him humming a tune Tubbo would recognize, and soon the two of them would be singing loudly in the livingroom and laugh when Phil came down and yelled at them.

Tubbo also remembered Wilbur, actions shaky and plagued as he spouted on and on about Manburg and L'manburg and would sing stuttering and manic lyrics to a half-finished song and scribling them to a wall of his insanity.

Phil remembered Wilbur, the moment he came into Phil's life, the moments that he would have to wrangle the pure-hearted chaos of the boy with eyes that sparkled with neverending wonder and curiosity and passion. He remembered moments when Wilbur would begin to cry or leave the house telling the others he was "going for a walk" when they all knew he would break down the moment the house left his sight- he remembered the way he once cried for an injured bird when Phil told him the animal wouldn't make it, and remembered the way that Phil wasted a health potion on the little bird that night, just to see him smile again.

And Phil remembered the Wilbur in the control room. His eyes, his voice, his actions- a shattered and twisted version of what Phil had known him to be. The way his voice cracked and the way his eyes were alive with pain and madness and the way he fell to his knees as the home he had built was blown to bits. Phil remembered the way that on his knees still, Wilbur grappled onto Phil's coat and begged him over and over to end him, so much pain and hurt and trapped craze in his voice it shattered Phil.

"Was I a good brother?"

They were silent.

And then a small word from a small boy- a boy now president of a ruined land. "You were the best big brother anyone could ask for, Wilbur." They looked to Tubbo, who hadn't spoken a word the entire time. His eyes still dripped tears, but he had the most wonderful smile on his face. "You were the coolest big brother in the world. Why do you think we're so happy to see you again?" He gave a wet laugh. "Hell, you were amazing! Did you know that you used to help me with my english homework cause I couldn't read? A-and you would sing songs with me when I was sad!! You were the kindest brother a man could ask for."

"For real, Big Man!!" It was Tommy's turn to speak as he tried fruitlessly to dry his eyes. "You don't remember, but you and me made the most massive forts and we would hide there for hours and scare Technoblade!" Tommy laughed fondly. "I remember one time Techno was carrying a stick and hit me on the head when i scared him. You sat down with me and told me that I was okay and that we were gonna whack Techno with a billion sticks when I felt better."

"You..." Techno was hesitant for only a fraction of a second. "You used to help me sneak out of the house and we'd do all sorts of crazy things. You always said you were watching after me to make sure i never got hurt." He gave an amused chuckle at the memories. "You would play guitar in the hallway when i was upset, no matter what time it was. You got in trouble a lot for that, but you never stopped."

"Wilbur..." They turned to Phil as he adressed his son. Phil remembered and remembered and couldn't stop remembering and everything he remembered was good and every single memory was filled with thoughts of Wilbur- that's my son!- even in his last moments, and even the moments after when Phil had known he was long gone but held him closely anyway, he remembered the way he felt. Wilbur had never stopped being his son, Phil had never once stopped loving him. "Are you proud of me, Phil?" And the blonde man let more tears roll down his cheeks.

Phil tugged the ghost man into his arms and held on as if he ever let go, Wilbur really would disappear and be gone forever. "I'm so proud of you, Wilbur..." He spoke into the ghostial yellow sweater his son wore. "You were and still are the best son a man could ask for...i know you forgot that. But you know now and that's all that matters. I'm sorry i wasn't a better father, but know that i am so proud of you...so so proud, Wilbur..."

And Wilbur hugs him back.

It's hesitant, but it's there.

And Phil's other sons will know that as Wilbur embraced his father, tears rolled down his face in an unstoppable flow of emotion that Wilbur himself didn't understand completely, but his brothers did.

Wilbur doesn't know why he was crying. He didn't remember these people. But their emotions and connections were so so strong he felt the hints of distant memories flood him.

Someone giggling as they stacked things together.

Someone singing loudly with him as they danced around a room.

Someone chatting and joking with him under the stars.

Someone there, always always there. They never left...and they loved him so much.

"So..." Wilbur tried to keep his voice even, but found he could not. "I was a good brother?"

He was flooded with more arms- the embrace of his siblings, all shouting and telling him he was wonderful.

Tubbo...he remembered the name and he felt emotions attached to the name and the face, but he couldn't remember why.

Tommy...he could recall emotions attached to that name and was flooded with involuntary emotions when he looked at his blue eyes.

Techno...he could recall the name like an old friend and knew immediately that he was a comrade- a friend- a brother? He knew that name but couldn't understand why.

And Phil...he knew Phil. The memories were so blocked and so fuzzy and he could only just make out a smiling face, but it was Phil. He didn't know why and he didn't know how but he loved that name.

He loved all their names, and was overcome with inexplicable emotions when he saw them.

"...Dad...?" Wilbur finally let the word fall from his lips.

Phil held him closer.

"You were the best son I could have ever asked for..."

(I can keep the story going if you want! I really like drabbling this it's so much fun lol! But for now this is a good stopping place cause the ask is hella long.)

MANNNN I AM IN L O V E. THE WAY YOU RIGHT IS SO NICE AND FLOWY AND IT ALL JUST WORKS SO OERFECTLY TOGETHER! AND THE PARALLELS??? MMMMMMM

PLEASE KEEP GOING IF YOU WANT IM BEGGING

#DUDE COME INTO MY INVOX WHENEVER YOUD LIKE #YOUR DESCRIPTIONS AND STUFF SRE AMAZINF

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etoilesdephan · 5 years ago

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Be alright | Chapter One

Summary:

He never loved her anyway, so why was he so torn up about the break-up? And then there was this man who offered a listening ear and a free drink...

Read it on ao3!

A/N: It's been over a year since my last work, but look who's back!

This work started as a small fun thing that I used to get snippets of inspiration out. As I kept working on it, however, I realised that this was something that I wanted to do justice to. This story is a mixture of random inspiration and personal experiences, and I will update it slowly since I don't have that much free time these days. On top of that, I realised that the reason why I stopped posting was also because I pushed myself too hard with my last fic and I am learning from my mistakes to bring you a well-loved story this time around.

Enjoy!

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“I know you love her,” A voice that he barely paid any attention to said, ''But it's over, mate.'' There was a pat on his shoulder, bringing Dan back to reality and he brought his head up but his eyes were still staring at the depths of the drink that he was nursing. He nodded half-heartedly before swinging it back. The alcohol stung his throat and he could feel it soon settle in the pit of his stomach with a warmth that only strong liquor could bring.

“Yeah, I know,” He finally looked up properly, his brown eyes searching for his friend's greens only to find the other man eyeing a girl across the room who looked away shyly before whispering to her friends.

Any other time Dan would have hackled his friend, say - wasn't he there to console Dan? After all, it was him who was just broken up barely days ago. Instead, he motioned towards the girl, and laughed under his breath, ''Go get her, tiger.''

“Nah mate, I'm here for you,” Mike turned back to the counter, although his eyes lingered on the girl.

“I'll be fine,” Dan retorted though his voice didn't seem as convincing as he wanted it to be. “I'm serious. Go chat her up. I'll be right here,” He motioned towards the bar in front of himself that he had been sitting at for the past hour, an hour that made his ass hurt on the wooden stool, but he was getting a bit buzzed after a couple of drinks, so he couldn't really care less for it.

“If you're sure...” Mike seemed reluctant still, so Dan laughed again and nodded, ''You're shit at giving me advice anyways.''

Mike grinned at that, punching Dan's shoulder lightly, ''Asshole.''

“Right back at you, mate,” The insult was easily returned and Dan ushered his friend away. He briefly followed with his eyes as Mike approached the table and as soon as he waved at the girls, Dan turned back towards the bartender, ''Another one, on the rocks.”

“Put it on my tab,” A voice that Dan didn't recognise suddenly appeared as suddenly as the stranger who took Mike's seat. “And another one for me,” The strange man pushed what looked like a cocktail glass towards the bartender before turning to Dan. “I couldn't help but overhear,” The man smiled sheepishly and Dan tried to return the smile though he felt his face turn red; he didn't exactly enjoy being overheard over his sorrows, “Sorry about the breakup, but hey, you'll find your soulmate one day and it'll be alright, all the heartache will be worth it.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Dan mumbled and his fingers wrapped around the scotch glass, awkwardly pulling it closer to himself.

It was silent for a moment, until the other man's drink arrived, bright orange and red with a slice of orange sticking from the glass. “Cheers,” The stranger brought the drink up, smiling at Dan so brightly that his eyes formed crinkles and Dan could only wonder how long did this man spend smiling every day.

“Cheers,” He offered a small smile to the kind stranger, clinking his glass of dark amber against the sunrise in the stranger's glass.

As they sipped, the chatter of the bar surrounded them, the volume of it growing in Dan's ears until it was almost too much.

“I'm Phil, by the way,” The stranger who now had a name regarded Dan with another smile and there was something so open and friendly that without long hesitation, Dan found his lips forming the words in return, “I'm Dan, and I'm about to become an alcoholic.”

Catching the joking edge in the deadpan reply, Phil laughed, sticking his tongue out a little in the process before taking another sip. “I'd recommend that maybe for one night only.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Dan sighed into his glass before another sip of the scotch found its way to his lips, and he swallowed the fire willingly, trying to ignore the nagging memory of how she used to laugh at his jokes. How they had met during the last year of University, at a party while Dan was having a breather on the balcony, tired out by the neverending beat of the music and people enjoying life before the real adult life kicked in and grounded them. She was the picture perfect, with her blonde hair and warm grey eyes, smooth face that carried the most genuine smiles. The way her voice rang, pouring unfamiliar warmth into Dan's chest as she laughed at his joke about contemplating jumping the balcony and running away from real life to live as a forever university student. And how that laughter had subsided until Dan couldn't even recall when he had last heard her laugh anymore. How that warmth had turned cold, looking past Dan as if she lived in another universe. Far away from Dan.

How she began smoking, excusing it with the stress from her job, her kisses turning from sweet to ashen.

“Hey, it'll be alright, Dan,” He was drawn back to reality by a touch to his arm, and he looked up meeting Phil's eyes that were surprisingly soft for their cool colour. He swallowed, his throat painful with the hurt in his heart trying to spill, and nodded. “Nothing heals the past like time,” Phil murmured and only then did Dan realise that the other man had leaned in close and was speaking quietly, his breath ghosting over Dan's face just barely. But before Dan could react or realise, Phil had leaned away, letting his hand pull away. Instead he latched onto the slim body of his cocktail's glass, his demeanour asking for another sip soon.

“You know what's the worst part?” Dan asked, nursing his own drink in his hands, once he had managed to tear his eyes away from this unusual stranger. Dan found himself at ease, almost trusting, but it might have been the alcohol.

“Hm?” Phil hummed in question, his lips touching on the sunrise drink and rendering him speechless momentarily.

��This is stupid,” Dan laughed weakly, staring at the thin coating of the alcohol against the clear glass as he swirled his drink around. It looked oily though nothing about the drink felt so. On the contrary, all the dirt he felt in his soul felt sterilised and cleared away with it. “I'm not even entirely sure if I loved her.” With that he took a swig, the burning in is throat familiar, the way it settled in the pit of his stomach had become a norm already, his mind felt lifted and his lips a bit looser than he could remember them ever being whilst sober.

There was a moment of hesitation but it flew by Dan unnoticed, the tender buzz in his brain lifting his consciousness somewhere in near parallel with his existence on the bar stool. He didn't notice the way Phil opened his mouth as if to ask something only to press the glass against his mouth again, pouring a bit of slushy yellow and red down his throat.

“How come?” Finally Phil questioned after perhaps too long. To Dan it only sounded like a strange man who hadn't expected a true heart to heart from a heartbroken bloke he'd bought a clearly-needed drink for.

Instead of a reply however, Dan just shook his head, muttering something that even he didn't understand. Instead he finished his drink, letting the half-melted ice cube clank loudly against the edges before he set the glass down. “I need to take a leak,” He concluded unceremoniously and got up, trying his best not to show that he was getting quite tipsy and that apparently he had been sitting too long and all the blood rushed to his legs. His vision blurred and he grabbed onto the bar to hold himself upright as things got incredibly fuzzy for a moment before it began to clear again. Only when he came to it did he notice that he was supported by a pair of arms wrapped around him awkwardly and Phil's voice right by his ear mixing with that of Mike who had appeared next to the duo at some point unexpectedly.

“Dan? Are you okay?”

“Mate, geez, how much did you drink, I was gone only for a moment--”

“He had only one more and suddenly...”

Dan blinked hard and while regaining his full footing, accidentally leaned into Phil, who, he realised, was surprisingly as tall as Dan, which seemed to help with holding Dan upright. “I'm fine, I just got up too fast,” He tried to tell the two men off, only to feel Phil's grasp tightened around him momentarily before easing.

“I think it's about time we got you home,” Mike, seemingly having forgotten all about his earlier endeavours, piqued in. Dan wanted to protest, say - he really wasn't that drunk and it really was just the damn blood flow that didn't seem to work well with his height, but the two men around him seemed to have made up their minds already.

“I know it's not my place, but… Let me know when you get him home?” Phil sounded genuinely concerned, quickly scribbling his number on a napkin and extending it towards Mike who nodded and quickly pocketed it. Despite Dan's protest, his shorter but noticeably stronger friend began to pull him away.

Dan only managed to give a quick wave to Phil before he lost the sight of the man, who now looked completely lost at the bar.

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He hadn't drank that much, he was certain of it, but his head disagreed and his mouth felt like it hadn't known a single drop of water in years. Dan groaned, turning over, searching for his phone. Once he found it, he opened one eye, ready to squirm and shut it again when the phone light would go off, but it never did and instead a sad low battery symbol was all he was greeted with.

He dropped his phone on the bed and stiffly pushed himself to get out of bed, all of his joints complaining as if they had gotten exercise instead of several doses of poison.

His house looked empty. Granted, it was a small apartment while he was in between jobs and after breaking up, but there were still boxes littering the floor that he hadn’t bothered to unpack, and his fridge only had some premade meals in it because most of his kitchenware had been hers and he hadn’t gotten around to replacing the missing pieces yet. Nevertheless, it was his. Alone.

It took two painkillers and about a glass and a half before Dan found himself lounging on the living room sofa, one leg down on the floor with the other swung over the armrest, eyes closed as he tried to will the pain and spinning in his head away.

With his eyes closed, however, his thoughts played scenarios in his mind’s eye. At one point it was her again, the way she had hesitated when Dan had questioned about the cigarettes; as much as e hated them, he’d grown familiar with her purchases. Yet, that time was different, and as she set them on the kitchen counter, she didn’t even try to excuse herself with lies, as if this was all an elaborate setup for what she wanted to tell him.

Of course there was somebody else.

It was with a stir that Dan awoke next, blinking bleary at the world that finally was only a sleepy haze. His spine was stiff from the awkward position he’d dozed off in, and he could hear the series of pops when he stretched, only to hear the deep rumble in his stomach joining them soon after.

‘’Ugh,’’ His mouth felt gross, so he plugged his phone to charge and scoured the bathroom for some toothbrush and paste. Still brushing, he returned to his phone, turning it on to order some delivery food. Instead, as soon as the screen woke up, he was greeted with various notification buzzes and popups. Usually he would have ignored them if not for texts from an unknown number.

‘Hey, Mike gave me your number after he dropped you off’

‘I mean, I assume it was after that, since he texted me that you had made home safely’

‘Anyways, just wanted to check in with you that you’re doing fine’

‘Oh, this is Phil btw’

‘I think I have sent you too many messages already, sorry about that. No pressure to reply, I just didn’t get to say bye properly last night’

Dan stared at the messages and the picture of the stranger turned an odd acquaintance came back to him. Phil has been welcoming, not overly pushy, had felt trustworthy though Dan knew part of it was due to the alcohol in his system most likely. He had seemed like an alright bloke, full of smiles, even when he wasn’t smiling, and a good banter but also letting Dan to speak.

‘’Swhwith--’’ He jumped when he felt a bit of water and toothpaste dribble down his chin and quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand. A quick rinse in the bathroom and he was back at his phone, thumbs hovering above the reply text field, thinking before he began typing, trying hard not to drop his phone on his face in the process.

‘hey phil, this is dan. but you already knew that… anyways, thanks for yesterday, i needed an ear to vent to, clearly.’

‘and yeah i’m good, or as good as someone who drank a bit too much could feel. hope your night was as exciting as me nearly passing out.’

He paused for a moment, though they had been pretty good at understanding what was a joke in person, something bugged him about the blankness of the message.

‘that was a joke…. partially’

He barely locked his screen when his phone came back to life with another text.

‘Thanks for the clarification, I would have never known.’

Dan smiled, clearly catching the sarcastic vibe.

‘But hey, assuming that you don’t live 5h away from London, do you wanna meet for a coffee? I think both of us could use some right now.’

Dan pursed his lips in thought for a moment; he barely knew the guy, had spilled his sob story to him within an hour of meeting him, and yet the guy was still interested in talking to him.

It had taken barely a week after the breakup that Dan realised just how closely their lives had been tied together. Friends dropped off like flies, either ghosting him, or outright being cold. He hadn’t even realised that up until that point that after graduation all of his friends had been hers, befriending him by proxy. And just like that, with her gone, so were the others, and Dan was left with a work buddy turned friend, one to go to pubs with and drink sorrows away while Mike could find himself a new bird of his own.

‘sure’ He typed out and thought for a moment before adding ‘but you are paying, since i now have to leave the house’ Somehow he felt like he could be cheeky with this man.

‘I never intended it to be anything else.’

#myfic #phanfic #phanfiction #phandom #phan

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flowerrose14 · 5 years ago

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“M’ladies to Waifus <3″

Happy 6 Month Anniversary M’lady And Perfect Waifu @rainecloud020604 <3

I want to present you to my little project~ <3 A Quick collection of our meetings along with old to present icons <3

1.The very first time we spoke.At the time,I remember being VERY interested with that angel oc of yours,being the lovely bean known as Universo~ uwu each time you reblogged ask memes or outfits,or anythin of the sort,i just immediately request the fella <w>” I fully admitted to ya i was a sucker for Angel characters,since then,the rest you could say was history~ <3 I felt so calm speaking to you,i didn’t have anxiety,or fear,i felt like i could be nerd and you wouldn’t give a damn uwu and THAT was the day i got obsessed bout info and rambles of yours <w> I went on full research mode for that angel waifu!! >8//3 Caaaaause~ Your creations are perfect uwu/<3

2.Second Icon of ours,think the 2019 had just started and I honestly couldn’t wait,it’s when we began the very long angst of a rp,involving a certain nutcase and angel,waifu~ That was around the time we REALLY began to chat more, i remember being so excited to come home from school to speak with this-*Inhales* AMAZIN GAL THAT HAD SO MANY INTERESTIN IDEAS YA COULD NEVER GET ENOUGH I TELLS YA 8″““3 this was AAAALSO around the time,wheeeennnn <w< >w> You asked bout my sexualityuwu hell i was still unsure ^^” this was around the time we began to have ups and downs in this year,involving...Lucy...And...Phil...But i do remember THREE things in particular.That i remember and i still keep with me to this day waifu <3

.I recieved tis sketch while messaging you waifu,i just-q///////q it still flusters me to this day and tis still melts my heart <3

.The second thing i believe was when I figured out bout your lovely and perfect daughter,Satan-I Mean Leila! UwU <3 You said bout how you would see her as a daughter theeeennnn you said what i could be in this family of yours :”3...Bout few minutes later,you quickly replied “Waifu”.*Inhales* RAAAAINE I DIED OF FLUSTER THAT NIGHT 8″////////3333333 >///////////< The last thing though...

.The Very.Day.You Asked Me.I Still remember,and i keep it close to my heart. I didn’t know what to think .///////. I had just got back online and here this little precious picture was.Now,having bad experiences with relationships in the past...One being that a very close one just flat out stopped talking to me,and the other dumped me cause i didn’t want to do the very uncomfortable things he wanted to do...I didn’t know what to think as first as i literally died from so much fluster and-q///////////q....But....Here was my Answer.

3.And I never regret it,my choice to be with you,m’lady waifu raine <3 You’re my Raine,I’m your Rose,and i wouldn’t change that for the world,Ever since then, my life has just been filled with happiness,along with a heck load of pride thanks to you <3 I felt happy,confident,and i swore to make sure you were never alone.Your happiness was my happiness too.This was around the time you released a certain ramble,your voice.Damn i felt like i was gonna melt immediately from the adorable voice i was greeted with <3 annnnd i finally saw the most cutest persona i’ve ever seen :”3 bein you of course raaaine~ <3 Each day you brought me happiness and joy...And...My heart gave my mind the idea of...Meeting you one day.My plan was too focus on art,not stop,just improve.Then.Do comissions and save up as best as I could to see your adorable face and never let you out of my hug <3

4.NOOOOOWADAYS I DIE FROM FLUSTER EVERY SINGLE MOMENT CAUSE THIS ADORABLE TINY TERROR STABS COMPLIMENT KNIVES INTO MA BACK >8″/////////U Cause of raine,i have confidence to continue work too, but i fear those compliment knives of hers q////w///q I love you with all my heart waifu, nowadays is full of angst,NEW PRECIOUS BEANS/OCS WE USE ANGST ON >8″U Annnnd heck loads of hugs and fluff!!<3 This is our 6 month Anniversary.What did i do to get blessed with this goddess of a woman? I don’t know,i’m still trying to figure it out to this day! All i know is i love her with all my heart and soul,she deserves happiness,she deserves love,hugs,everything! Raine i will tell you is a good person,someone this world needs without a doubt!! she’s there for her friends,supporting them,helping them,but she’s also human,a gal that can get sad herself,shy,nervous...So Raine,Here trust me when i say this to you,just trust me! .You mean everything to me,whatever you need,whatever you want to do or say,i’ll always have time for,you forever tell me not to be nervous to speak or show,or ask.So Raine,believe me when i say,i’m always here,i’ll listen to you without a doubt,you aren’t wasting time or gonna bother me, your happiness means the world to me! <3 so don’t be shy to speak to me! .I feel safe with you waifu,i want you to feel safe too! Having no worries bout tellin me bout problems,i’m always here to listen,always here for you <3

If it’s one thing you lot do today,go to @rainecloud020604 and give her all the love and support possible,she is the reason while i’m still here doin what i love.She’s resposible for all this (along with those adorable sketches up above <3 ) trust me when i say,having someone like her as friend,you’ll never regret (However if you so much as dare hurt her in ANYWAY possible.I will not allow it.)

This Is Our 6 month Anniversary,And Raine. I.Love.You. I always will,no matter what my perfect waifu *Hugs* I hope you have the best day today <3

...............

Happy Anniversary Waifu~

#my art #my artwork #my art stuff #digital art #rainecloud020604 #6 month anniversary #other people's ocs #raine #rainecloud #rainie #my persona #rose #old icons and new icons <3 UwU #raine i love you! you're an absolute blessing to this world <3 #happy 6 month anniversary waifu <3

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lesbian-deadpool · 6 years ago

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Tony, His Adopted Blue Murder Child, And Co.

Tony has created a chat.

Tony has renamed the chat: Fuck Space. Fuck This Shit. I Want Pizza.

Tony: All byyyyyy myyyyy seeeeelf.

Tony: Don't wanna be.

Tony: All byyyyyyyy myyyyyyy seeeeeeelf!

Nebula has joined the chat.

Tony: Tf? Leave me alone to my suffering.

Nebula: Bitch make me.

Tony: Okay, Smurfette fite me.

Nebula: Nah, can't be bothered.

Nebula: Come over here and let me shoot you.

Tony: Don't wanna walk.

Tony: Messing with this ship has exhausted me.

Nebula: Fuck that cable...

Wade has joined the chat.

Wade: I don't think I need to elaborate on that.

Wade has left the chat.

Nebula: What? Who was that?

Tony: I have absolutely no clue.

Nebula: Anyway... how long till we touch solid ground again?

Tony: Please refer to my previous answer.

Nebula: Well ain't you just 190lbs of sarcasm.

Tony: Hey! This body is a tight 171lbs.

Tony: But you're right, the majority of it is sarcasm, yes.

Nebula: And what's the rest of it?

Tony: Trauma.

Nebula: Well, I'm sorry, but I can't help you with that.

Tony: Peter used to help me.

Nebula: With your trauma??

Tony: Peter told me he was sorry.

Nebula: What?

Tony: Peter used to say that.

Nebula: Okay...

Tony: Peter used to say that, too!

Nebula: Are you crying?

Tony: Fuck no. Tony Stark doesn't cry for anybody. You can thank my abusive father for that :)

Nebula: I know how you feel.

Nebula: We both have bad fathers.

Nebula: Thanos will breathe his last breath soon enough. Then your son will be avenged.

Tony: PETER USED TO BREATH!

Nebula: Tf?

Nebula: Seriously, stop crying.

Tony: I'm not crying.

Nebula: Then what's that coming out of your eyes?

Tony: Oh, this?

Tony: This is just some depression leaking from my eyes. It's a natural occurrence.

Nebula: ... so, crying?

Tony: HOW DO YOU KNOW?

Nebula: I can see you dude, you're bawling your fucking eyes out.

Tony: SHUT UP.

Nebula: Hey, now you can drink your tears!

Tony: I'M NOT CRYING. I told you, it's liquid depression!

Nebula: Ffs.

Nebula has renamed the chat: Drink your tears, Tony.

Tony has renamed the chat: Go fuck yourself, Nebula.

Nebula has renamed the chat: Drink your liquid depression, Tony.

Tony: That's more like it, thank you.

Nebula: Are all humans like this?

Tony: Only the ones with issues.

Tony: So yes.

Nebula: What a race.

Tony: You can't tell me you've never cried.

Nebula: When I was a child. Before Thanos removed my ability to cry, along with most of my body parts, and organs, replacing them with metal.

Tony: ...

Tony: You're my child now.

Tony: I'm signing your adoption papers. You're legally my child now.

Tony: I've always wanted a daughter.

Tony: You will be safe with me. I promise.

Nebula: ... that was really sweet, and I don't know how to reply to that.

Tony: My God, you are my daughter.

Tony: Don't worry, I will give you the fatherly love you deserve.

Nebula: Your son was so lucky.

Tony: Wait, son? Huh?

Nebula: Yes. That little spider child.

Tony: Peter?

Nebula: Yeah, that one.

Tony: Peter wasn't my son.

Nebula: He wasn't?

Tony: No.

Tony: Yes, I loved him like he was my son. Tried to guide him with what fatherly wisdom I may have. I tried to protect him with my heart and soul. Was proud of every-single-thing he did. Went to every special event he had. He won his high school decathlon you know. He's so smart. And special. I was lucky to have someone so happy in my life. OMG, I miss him so much. Come back, my son!

Tony: So, yeah. Not my son at all.

Nebula: Right... whatever you say...

Tony: Oh my, I almost forgot I was so excited. Consent is key.

Tony: Would you like to be my daughter?

Nebula: Aren't I a little too old to get adopted?

Tony: Idc.

Tony: ???

Nebula: .............. yespleaseIwouldlovethatverymuch............

Tony: Alrighty then. You are my child. I love you, daughter.

Tony: Don't worry. I'll teach you what love is. Me and my to be wife, Pepper. She's your mom now. If she's still alive, that is...

Nebula: Thank you.

Tony: You are welcome.

Korg has joined the chat.

Korg: Hey fellas, fancy joining a revolution?

Nebula: Fellas?

Tony: Who the fuck is this?

Korg: Hi, I'm Korg. I'm made out of rocks, but there's no need to be frightened. I'm a kind guy.

Wade has joined the chat.

Wade: The Thing. But space.

Wade has left the chat.

Nebula: There he is again!

Korg: Who was that? A friend of yours? Does he want to join a revolution?

Tony: I am way too sober for this.

Nebula: I can kill him for you.

Tony: How about we don't do that?

Valkrie has joined the chat.

Tony: Now who the hell is this?

Valkrie: Who the hell are you?

Tony: I'm the hell person whose chat this is.

Valkre: Oh. Well trust me, I don't want to be here as much as you don't want me to be here.

Nebula: So why are you then?

Valkrie: Korg. Stop talking to these weirdo's, and come help me build this fucking ship.

Korg: A revolutionary ship?

Valkrie: Korg, you do know that we don't need the revolution anymore? We won.

Korg: There's always a need for a revolution.

Tony: I actually agree with the space rock here.

Nebula: Same.

Nebula: Especially if it's against Thanos.

Tony: I'm pretty sure that's not how that works.

Nebula: Whatever. As long as I can stick my blade through Thanos, I couldn't care less.

Valkrie: Who's this Thanos?

Tony: You know how people/aliens/whatever turned to dust around you?

Valkrie: Yeah?

Tony: Yeah, well that was Thanos' doing.

Nebula: And also half of the universe turned to dust, not just the things around you.

Valkrie: Oh.

Valkrie: Yeah, let's kill him. Brutally.

Tony: Glad you agree.

Valkrie: Korg, come on, let's build this ship. And help kill this fucker.

Korg: ... a revolutionary ship?

Valkrie: It can be whatever type of ship you want. As long as you help me build it!

Korg: Okay! Bye guys, I'll send you some pamphlets, if I find out where you are.

Korg has left the chat.

Tony: Hold on, what revolution?

Valkrie: I don't actually know. I black out every time he talks about it. All I know is there was a lot of fighting, and we won.

Nebula: Who mentioned a revolution?

Valkrie: See? Just like that.

Valkrie: Anyway, I gotta go lose what's left of my sanity... maybe I can get drunk.

Tony: Get drunk?

Tony: Where? How? Can I have some?

Tony: Please. I'm so sad. I have lost so much, and I don't know who I've lost on Earth.

Tony: Please help me dull this pain.

Nebula: Jesus man. You need help.

Tony: Hey, that's dad to you. And yes. Yes, I do.

Tony: So, about that booze.

Valkrie: No. All mine.

Valkrie has left the chat.

Tony: Oh, gee thanks.

Nebula: Want me to kill her for you?

Tony: We really need to have a discussion about your immediate reaction with murder.

Nebula: So, is that a...?

Tony: No. That is a firm, no.

Nebula: Do you want me to kill ANYONE?

Tony: No, you don't have to murder for me, or my love.

Nebula: You really are the best dad.

Tony: That is the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

Nebula: Are you crying again?

Tony: No.

Nebula: I can clearly see you.

Tony: ... no, you can't.

Nebula: Just because you're now wearing your Iron Man helmet, doesn't mean you're not crying.

Tony: Yes it does.

The Grand Master has joined the chat.

The Grand Master has changed their name to: TGM.

TGM: Does my name sound weird like this?

Tony: Anybody who calls themselves 'The Grand Master' is a narcissistic weirdo.

Tony: At least 'TGM' can be an acronym for something better.

Nebula: Like 'The Great Mistake'.

Tony: And 'This Guy is Measly'.

Wade has joined the chat.

Wade: 'Tomg it's Gjeff Mgoldblum'.

Wade has left the chat.

Tony: Huh?

Korg has joined the chat.

Korg: 'To Ghost Men'.

Korg has left the chat.

Tony: What?

Valkrie has joined the chat.

Valkrie: 'To Get Masacered'.

Valkrie has left the chat.

Tony: What?!

Nebula: I like her.

Tony: Of course you do.

Tony: Oh my God, you and Nat are going to take over the world.

Tony: If she's still alive that is...

Nebula: Only one world?

TGM: Oh, oh, can I join?

Nebula: No.

Tony: Leave now.

TGM: This wouldn't happen if I still had my champion. Fucking sparkles.

TGM has been blocked from the chat.

Nebula: Who was he talking about?

Tony: Idk.

Tony: Probably some aliens or something.

Thanos has joined the chat.

Thanos: Sup losers?

Tony: Oh daughter of mine, do you notice something?

Thanos: Daughter?

Nebula: No, my father, I do not.

Thanos: Wait, father?!

Thanos: What have you done to my second favourite daughter, Tony?!

Tony: So, daughter. You were telling me about your sister... like an hour ago.

Thanos: Ahh, yes. My favourite daughter.

Nebula: Gammora. She was an assassin, just like me. I love her. But SOMEONE threw her off a cliff.

Thanos: It was the price to pay for the stone.

Tony: If she were still here I would adopt her, too. Skrew it! Dead or not! She is my daughter, too!

Thanos: WHAT?!

Nebula: She would have liked that.

Nebula: And so would I. Because it would annoy her boyfriend.

Tony: Who's her boyfriend?

Nebula: That imbecile Quill.

Tony: ...

Tony: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Nebula: Nope.

Thanos: I hate him, too.

Tony: I suddenly like him more now.

Nebula: Same.

Thanos: Are you ignoring me?

Tony: Do you notice anyone else in this chat, daughter?

Nebula: No father, I do not.

Thanos: I know what you're trying to do.

Thanos: And I hate you both.

Thanos: I'm glad I destroied half of the universe.

Thanos: Well, screw you two. I'm not going anywhere.

Carol has joined the chat.

Thanos: Oh, shit...

Carol: Hey you purple fuck!

Carol: It's time for you to, gtfo!

Thanos has been blocked from the chat.

Tony: Well thanks for that.

Carol: It's aiite.

Tony: ...

Tony: I'm sorry what?

Tony: Why are you speaking like its the 90's?

Carol: Cuz I'm HELLA cool like that.

Tony: Oh God.

Nebula: Want me to kill her?

Tony: Thinking about it.

Carol: Geez chill. I'm on my way to get you right now.

Tony: Second thoughts! I love her!

Nebula: So do I!

Nebula: Do you have food?

Tony: And water?

Nebula: And oxygen?

Carol: Yes, yes, and yes.

Carol: I also have some guy named Phil, he says he knows you.

Tony: Oh, yeah... I'm hallucinating.

Carol: No you're not.

Tony: I gotta go pass out now.

Tony has been disconnected.

Carol: Drama queen.

Nebula: Good night, dad.

Nebula: See you soon, Carol.

Carol: Cool beans.

Nebula: I don't understand you...

Nebula has left the chat.

Carol: I dig that.

Carol has left the chat.

Somewhere in the soul world

Bucky has created a chat.

Bucky has added Sam, Peter.

Bucky: What is this place?

Peter: I don't know, Terminator Jesus Sir.

Sam: Terminator Jesus!

Sam: That's amazing!

Bucky: Can we be serious here?

Sam: I am being serious! That name is amazing. Screw you and your bad tastes.

Peter: Are we dead?

Bucky: I think so.

Peter: Meh.

Sam: Woah, kid, are you okay?

Peter: Yeah. Man, Aunt May's gonna kill me when she finds out I'm dead.

Bucky: H... how?

Peter: She'll find a way.

Peter: I hope Mr Stark doesn't blame himself.

Sam: Wait, 'Mr Stark'? Are you that spider-kid?!

Peter: Spider-MAN.

Sam: You are!

Bucky: Who is?!

Sam: He is!

Bucky: Oh!

Peter: What is going on?

Sam: YOU WEBBED US UP NEXT TO EACH OTHER!

Peter: Ohhhh, you're those guys.... hi?

Bucky: HI?!

T'Challa has joined the chat.

T'Challa: Death meeting. Now.

Sam: What?

Bucky: How did you even get everyone to listen to you so fast??

T'Challa: A king has his ways.

T'Challa has left the chat.

Peter: He's so cool.

Peter has left the chat.

Bucky: I'm cooler...

Sam: Dream on, Barnes.

Sam has kicked Bucky from the chat.

Sam has left the chat.

(Bonus)

Carol has created a chat.

Carol has added Y/N, Natasha, Thor.

Carol: Right I'm gonna go get your friends.

Carol: Brb.

Carol: Oh, and don't let Goose eat you.

Y/N: Eat us? What?

Natasha: How can a CAT eat us?

Carol: You don't want to know.

Thor: But he is so tiny and fluffy.

Carol: Yeah, you'll be fine. Just don't lather yourself in bacon grease, or have him anywhere near your eyes.

Y/N: Well there goes my bathing plans.

Natasha: And why no eyes?

Thor: It's fine I've already lost one!

Carol: Exactly.

Carol has left the chat.

Y/N: Should we be scared of the cat?

Thor: Probably...

Natasha: We should be scared of every cat. This one more.

Thor: I agree.

Y/N: Hmmmm

Y/N: Gonna go poke him.

Natasha: Wait Y/N...

Y/N has been disconnected.

Natasha: Jesus Christ.

Natasha: Let's go help her.

Thor: And cuddle Goose!

Natasha: Thor no.

Thor has been disconnected.

Natasha: I work with children.

Natasha has left the chat.

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phanarchy-blog · 7 years ago

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The Flame That Burns Me - Ch. 4

Genre/Rating: Angst, Drama, Rated T.

Words: 2.2k

Fic Teaser: Dan and Phil are not together. Really, they aren’t, despite what Dan wants. So then why is everything put at risk when Dan gets together with a fan? Everything is about to change for them, in a way they never expected.

Chapter Summary: Dan has learned that Bethany, long time fan and his one-night-stand, is pregnant. He knows where he stands with her, but where does this leave him and Phil?

Whole Fic Warnings (all may not apply to this chapter): Swearing, aggression, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, sensual scenes (no smut)

Start from the beginning!

Dan wandered into the flat at half past ten at night. The lounge was dim, lit by a single scented candle, moonlight, and the screen off Phil’s laptop shining back at his somber face. Dan shut the door behind him, turning the handle to check its security.

He nearly tip-toed into the room, unsure where to begin with Phil.

Phil had been so odd lately, Dan realized. He couldn’t pinpoint why, but there had been a growing distance between him and his best friend that tore him up inside.

With significant effort to seem casual, Dan plopped onto the sofa next to Phil. He could see the conflict flash behind his eyes, whether to look at him or maintain glued to his screen. The latter won out.

Dan sighed deeply. Yes, Phil was royally pissing him off, but Dan was sick of the fighting. He just wanted this to be over with. He loved Phil. In every possible way, and despite everything they’ve been through as of late, he loved Phil. And he just wanted to make everything okay again.

“So,” he began. “Do you want to know how it went?”

He waited for a response. Phil stopped scrolling, but didn’t look up to meet his gaze.

“I suppose you have to learn sooner or later. In the interest of getting, whatever this is,” he gestured between them, “over with as soon as possible, I’ll just tell you. Bethany is pregnant. It’s mine. She’s keeping the baby. I’m going to be as involved as I can be.”

Dan spoke with a tone of finality, as he figured that is what set Phil off.

“I bet she’s playing you,” Phil said, monotoned.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He tried to keep his voice in check, despite his use of language.

“It means I think she’s lying. You said she recognized you, yeah?” Phil looked up at him for the first time all night. “She probably knows this is the only way to get you to stick around.”

“Phil, what the hell? Since when have you been the type of guy to accuse women of lying about this stuff?” By now, the edge of Dan’s voice was beginning to crack, the overwhelm of the day weighing down on him. Home should be where that weight lifts, and Phil has always been the one to help him lift it. It isn’t like that anymore.

“I’m just looking out for you, mate. And I don’t trust her,” Phil said.

“Trust her?” Dan scoffed. “You don’t know her like I do.”

“You mean I didn’t chat with her for five minutes, have sex, then not speak to her for weeks? You’re right, I don’t know her like you do.”

Dan stood up off the sofa now, the tension in his body rising, and he found himself in need of shifting the dynamic of power between them. He had to be above Phil.

“Watch what you say, Phil!” He shouted. “This could be the mother of my child!”

Phil kept himself planted right where he was, two fingers falling back on his track pad and continuing to scroll. He laughed under his breath.

“Could be,” he said. A reminder of the uncertainty even in Dan’s choice of phrasing.

Dan had enough. He paced the room one more time, and put his hands on his hips. He looked over at Phil, who kept his eyes trained to Twitter in front of him. He refused to even look at Dan now.

“What’s your problem anyway, man? This isn’t you,” Dan said, shaking his head.

“My problem? Right now, I think you’re my problem! Going around and sleeping with random girls and screwing up everything!”

In all his life, Dan had never felt more alone. Not when he left for college, not before when all his friends liked other people more than him. It was now. He was scared, confused, and unsure of himself. He needed Phil now more than ever, but it seemed that every word out of his mouth only pushed him further away.

Dan could feel his anger simmering into something else. Tears threatened the corners of his eyes and he blinked them back. He sniffed hard to keep his nose from dripping.

All at once, Dan realized he hadn’t cried yet. Not since he came home after his first fight with Phil, after how desperately he hoped to keep it all a secret from him. Now there was no turning back. He could never undo this fault he created between them.

The room was spinning. Dan realized how his breath was coming in jagged and pained. It burned at the back of his throat. Around the sides of his vision, a haze of blue circled and began closing in. He fell to his knees.

Phil only looked up from his lap top when he heard kneecaps crack against the hardwood. “Dan?”

No amount of blinking could keep Dan from crying now. He regret it already, letting it all go in front of Phil. He wished he could have made it to his own room, held on to the anger a little longer. Now that it had begun, much like opening floodgates, he couldn’t control himself.

Phil brushed the laptop off his legs swiftly. He could see the red of Dan’s face, regardless of how he tried to hide it behind his hands. He raced across the room to meet Dan there on the floor. Phil pulled him in close to his chest.

He couldn’t bear to see Dan cry.

“I didn’t mean it,” he said. “I’m sorry. Don’t cry.” Phil was damn near petting Dan’s head, flattening the curls into a lumpy mess.

“I’m so fucked, Phil.” Dan wiped his sleeve across his upper lip. “And you, I couldn’t. You just,” he couldn’t finish the sentence.

“I’ve been selfish, I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Phil felt a tear stain down his cheek as well. He watched as it fell into Dan’s curls, dripping through like a meandering river until it soaked in.

“It’s just that,” he started. “I know it’s worse for you. I do. But I’ve been so worried for me too. What am I gonna do without you?” Phil cried.

“What do you mean?” Dan asked, gaining his composure. “I’m right here.”

“Yeah, but for how long? You’re gonna have a family, Dan. And you’re gonna leave me. I can’t stand that!”

Phil hadn’t considered it until that moment. He could feel the wall he had been building tumble and crash around the two of them on the floor.

Dan chuckled dimly, his breath had slowed enough to see the humor in what had crossed his mind.

“We’re not lovers,” he said, repeating Phil’s words from a few weeks prior. “So let’s not fight like we are.”

He waited for Phil to laugh. He hoped that it would be a classic Dan thing to say, and it would brighten the mood just a bit. Time passed and Phil had yet to say a word. Dan turned his head to see Phil’s face, twisted up with nerves.

“Maybe we should be,” he said finally. Phil traced his hand down Dan’s arm, feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Phil?”

Dan looked up into his eyes, reflecting his genuine intent. But he was wavering, his pupils flicking back and forth quickly to avoid Dan’s gaze. He could see the fear run across his eyes, the inability to step back off the ledge. It was the moment in cartoons between when the animal realizes they’ve walked off a cliff and just before they begin to fall.

Dan’s chest tightened once again, not in anguish but an anxious excitement that comes right before doing something bold.

He sat upright and turned to face Phil, lifting his hand to fit over the slope of his jaw tenderly. Phil looked him in the eye then, and when Dan leaned in close to him, he met his kiss.

It was slow, and uncertain. Dan brushed his lips gently over Phil’s, testing the water, unable to dive. He pulled back almost imperceptibly, just enough that their lips were no longer pressed together and Phil could feel his breath, warm and heavy.

Phil closed the distance and their noses bumped together. He was insistent, needy.

Phil realized how his heart was beating faster and he raised his hand to graze against the prickly hair on the back of Dan’s head. He opened his mouth and ran his fingers down to curl at the back of Dan’s neck as Dan took the opportunity to slip past his lips.

Dan grabbed Phil by the shoulder, twisting around and pushing him down to the floor, hovering above him as they made out.

“Is this okay?” Phil whispered as he broke the kiss off. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” Dan responded urgently. He slid his hand from Phil’s shoulder, down his chest and across his abdomen. He worked his hand underneath his shirt and gripped him on the hip, keeping him where he wanted him as Phil lifted his head to meet Dan’s mouth once again.

Phil woke first, his bleary eyes blinking in the dim light of the early morning. His arm tingled, numb. He followed his awareness from the tips of his fingers, to the weight of Dan’s head on his bicep, and the warmth of his skin against his bare chest. He shifted slightly and the luxurious faux fur blanket skimmed against his body from his shoulder to his knees, leaving his feet frozen.

He shimmied as best he could, trying to escape the sofa without waking Dan. He stumbled as his leg got caught in the blanket and ripped completely off Dan’s naked body. He stirred at the heavy thump of Phil’s heel on the hardwood floor.

“Phil?” he asked, rubbing his eye with the pad of his hand. Phil turned back to him and leaned down.

“I’m just going to make some coffee and get some clothes for us,” he whispered. “I’ll be right back.” He leaned in closer to peck Dan gently on the forehead, his lips getting caught by the curls falling across his face.

Dan smiled softly. He reached for the blanket, but Phil grabbed it away from him and laid it across Dan’s body before he turned and walked away.

Dan took a moment to remember the night before. All the details of the night. In his absence, Dan thought of the cool expanse of Phil’s skin against his. He could still feel the tickle of Phil’s lashes against his cheek, and the way their hands knotted together when they needed something to hold onto. What he remembered most was the overwhelming sense of security he felt in Phil’s arms the night prior, which he hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

Phil returned in emoji pajama bottoms and a grey pocket tee. He carried Dan’s joggers and a hoodie folded over one forearm, and carefully set a flooded mug one the side table. He sipped from his own before sitting next to Dan, offering the clothes, and fixating his gaze on the swirling liquid.

Dan giggled underneath his breath. Even before they had sex, being naked around each other wasn’t the end of the world. Somehow, the fact that Phil tried to protect whatever modesty Dan may keep only endeared him more in Dan’s eyes. He slid the joggers on and fought until the hoodie cooperated with him. He grabbed his coffee off the table and blew on it gently, taking a slow drink, perfect.

“I’ll go first if you don’t want to,” Phil said, causing Dan to snort a bit of his coffee. Phil cracked a smile despite the atmosphere.

“Go for it,” Dan said, setting his mug aside and turning to his friend.

Phil hesitated. He hadn’t expected this to be so easy, which made the rest difficult.

“I guess, I’ll start by apologizing, because from the start of this I know I played a role, and I’ve been putting all the blame on you, and,” he was beginning to ramble. He glanced up to Dan’s eyes. “And I said some really crappy things when you had enough of a burden already. I wasn’t helpful, and I was a bad friend.”

“Phil you already apologized for that,” Dan started.

“And-” Phil continued, despite Dan’s interruption, “it’s all been because I like you. I didn’t know that then, but I know that now. I can’t walk away from this without telling you that-” he stopped.

Phil sighed and looked for the answers in the bottom of his coffee. It was the first time it ever betrayed him.

“Without telling me what, Phil?” Dan asked. He waited. He tried to give him the time to find the words. He tried to be patient. Dan was not a patient person.

“Tell me what? Come on, it can’t be that bad,” he encouraged.

“I want to be with you, Dan.”

“I want that too.” He leaned to the side until his head rested on Phil’s shoulder. Phil dropped his head until he felt Dan’s tangled mop of hair against his cheek. They sat like this, soaking in each other’s presence, until the sun rose above the horizon and the golden light washed over their faces.

Thank you to everyone reading this! I appreciate everyone’s support for the previous chapters The end here is a bit cheesy to me, what do you think? Criticism strongly welcomed! Continue onto Ch. 5!

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ariamakesit · 8 years ago

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Hey could you do an imagine where the reader takes Dan to a muse concert (as friends) then it turns a fluffy?:)

(I combined it with another imagine i’ve had in my head for a while now, i hope you enjoy, i might write a part two if i get the inspiration)

Love in the Starlight

“What?? You never been to a Muse concert?” my friend Dan said to me in disbelief “My god woman, have you ever lived?” he said dramatically and gave me a crooked grin.“Shut up Howell! I smacked his arm, tried to look offended but I could not hide my smile, he always had that effect on me even if I didn't want to, we had been friends since primary school but we had drifted apart when i had to move with my family to Sweden during secondary school but since recently I moved back we started to hang out again now we were tighter than ever, Although there were a huge catch… I had been in love him since I knew love was but he never seemed interested so I never told him about my feelings, and i thought that moving would make the feelings go away and they did for a while but as soon as I got back and we hang out a lot my feelings bloomed again and I was trapped again.

“This is not acceptable Y/N, I can’t believe that my best friend haven’t seen Muse!” “Hey Mr! I just haven’t had the time to go to concerts and it’s not like I had someone to go with anyways” He knew I hated the few years I lived there cause I was just as socially awkward as him and I made no friends. “Well nonetheless we have some catching up to do for you, Muse will come to London next month and we are going to listen to as much Muse as possible and I will take you to the concert” he paused “Well me and Phil of course he would kill me if we went without him” “yeah…” I said with some thought, a bit disappointed, he obviously didn’t want to be anything more than friends that for sure…The next few weeks we spent almost everyday together and listen to muse and just hanged out, i think i masked my feelings pretty well, not sitting to close or inappropriate touching.

The afternoon of the day of the concert I headed over to his flat to help him pick an outfit, myself didn’t need any help with that i knew there would be a lot of standing so obviously i took my favourite sneakers, black slim jeans and my favourite tank top with The 2nd Law album cover. my hair was a mess as always so I brushed through it rigorously until I tamed it

When I got to Dan´s flat, Phil opened the door and gave me a big bear hug “Hi there Y/N, Dan will be right down, he just had to finish up a video and straighten his hair” I smiled and said “Oh then it will be another hour I presume?” Phil laughed “Don’t worry I’ll keep you company” when we were sitting in the lounge chatting, waiting for Dan I realised something “hey why are you dressed for tonight yet? I know Dan is the master of procrastination but you are always early, what´s up” Phil avoided my gaze and I saw that he was blushing “Well there is this girl that I really like at the BBC and we kinda have a date, and I didn’t want to reject her when she asked me out so I said yes to the first date suggestion which is tonight and hey it’s just a concert” “Oh my god Phil that´s awesome for you” I said and hugged him “Yeah Philly is gonna get some tonight” I heard behind me. “Don’t be so crude Howell” I scolded him while turning but I almost dropped my jaw when I saw him, Dan stood in the doorway grinning, he had tamed his hobbit hair and looked absolutely gorgeous in a new outfit i hadn’t seen before on him (A/N: use you imagination ;) ) “hey I though you invited me early to help you with your fashion choices” I gave him a little glare but couldn’t keep my eyes off him, thank god my makeup hid most of the blushing “I wanted to surprise you cause I´ve made you listen to muse every single day this month so I’m taking you out for dinner before so we don’t starve during the concert, i know how peckish you can get” I didn’t know what to say cause this sounded a lot like a date but I knew Dan didn’t like me that way. “You ready to head out Y/N?” he asked me with that smile that made me weak in the knees. “Yeah I´m just gonna grab my purse and then we can go” I turned to Phil “Good luck tonight” I told him. “You too Y/N” and he gave me a weird smile before we headed out.

“When you said we were going to dinner I thought you meant like Mcdonalds or Starbucks not the fricking Hawksmoor” I said a bit shocked and a bit excited, I had always dreamt of eating here but the prices were always out of my price range. “Well I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you Y/N, I missed you so much during those years you weren’t living near me and I kinda took you for granted before that” my thoat dried up a bit “I missed you to Dan” He looked at me a bit suprised “That’s the first time you called me Dan since you came back” he said and gave me that crooked smile. I didn’t want to think about how much I blushed right now so I cleared my throat “Well it’s your name and I can´t use your last name forever, can I?” I instantly realised that what I said and tried to explain but all that came out was stutter, thankfully a waiter came to our table and started to taking our order “And what will it be for the gorgeous girl?” he said and being extremely flirty but he wasn’t really my type, he was to much to muscular for my taste almost like a he been eating to much steroid´s, I said just “the whole sea bream please” when I looked up from the menu I saw him staring at my cleavage, sure there wasn’t much to see but i felt like an object, I looked at Dan and it looked like he had bitten a sour lemon “We´ll have a bottle of white wine too” Dan added. “Certainly Sir” he said now a bit annoyed that Dan talked to him.

As soon as the waiter left the table I leaned towards Dan “How much are you betting that he is eating steroids like Phil is eating your cereal? Which made Dan chortle and he whispered in my ear “I don’t know but maybe they shouldn’t have let him out of the gorilla cage and put him in a costume” and I could almost not stop myself from laughing out loud. When the food came the waiter slipped me a piece of paper and whispered “Call me gorgeous” Dan looked annoyed again and I looked at the note “Anytime you want a booty call me, gorgeous” I had enough so after we had our meal I called the maitre´d and said “Yes, could we please get another waiter cause that one is hitting on me and have been looking down my cleavage all evening and I’m pretty sure the waiters aren’t allowed to give customers their phone number for a booty call as it says here on the note. The maitre´d read the note and said with a calm voice “Of course Milady, I will handle it at once”. Dan looked at me in shock “Damn Y/N that was savage, remember me to never get on your bad side” I just smiled at him “Although the creep was right about one thing” “What” I said confused. “You really are gorgeous tonight” I didn’t knew what to say so I just smiled like an idiot and avoided it and said “What time did the concert start?” “19:30” he replied. I looked up at him with my eyes widen “That’s in 20 minutes, you spork” and we paid our meal and then hurried out to a taxi.

Then at last we were at the stadium and we got some good seats so we didn’t need to fight for our places. After a couple of songs they started to play my favourite Starlight and I leaned toward Dan that wrapped his arms around me from behind “Thank you so much Dan for this, I’ll never forget it” he whispered in my ear “Me neither” that it made my skin tingle, he continued to hold me and after a while he sang along quietly to the song in my ear“Hold you in my arms I just wanted to hold You in my armsMy life You electrify my life Let's conspire to ignite All the souls that would die just to feel aliveNow I'll never let you go If you promised not to fade away Never fade away”

I turned around to see him looking deeply in my eyes, holding one hand around my waist and the other caressing my cheek, then like magnets our lips crashed into each other. After all these years I finally got to kiss him, taste his kisses and really relish on the whole situation. After a while we had to both gasp for air and he said to me “I have been waiting so long to do that, I love you Y/N” my heart fluttered “I love you too Dan, with all my heart.

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opepin · 8 years ago

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april: week three

17: i ended up waking up at 8 am. i did open my eyes at 7:30 am but i felt like i needed more sleep. i hit my sleep goal of 7 hours but i’m trying to get 8 hours of sleep every day now. so i got up, brushed my teeth, did cardio kickboxing for 35 minutes, ate breakfast while cooling down, showered, changed, and realized that i still had time to curl my hair if i wanted to and relax a bit before heading out to work! today i chose to work from home because of the boston marathon day and all of that traffic. so, based on my test, it looks like waking up at 7 am will do the trick. it’s about 30-40 minutes earlier than i usually wake up, but we’ll see if it’s worth it. i felt tired but a tiny bit more awake after. kevin was still sleeping so i hopped on my laptop and tried to do work quietly before heading out into the living room to do my first solo call ever :)

i think i went into it too fast but phil liked my bold approach aha. the rest of the day was working on my tutorials and fixing up some client stuff. kevin and i microwaved leftovers and ate outside today. it was soooo nice. then we went back to work and we went to roche bros afterward. we got a $5 strawberry rhubarb pie and also the latest sweet chili garlic snyder’s pretzel pieces, which are pretty good. i think the honey mustard flavor still has my heart. the pie was good and then i ate half a slice more and then my stomach died a bit. i exercised and then showered and relaxed for the rest of the night. i felt moody... i helped kevin wash the dishes while he cooked. we ate a late dinner and i didn’t eat much because of my stomach and i was going to sleep in like an hour. we watched an episode of ‘the travelers’ and then i got into bed at like 10:45 pm and knocked out a bit after.

18: mmm i felt awake when my alarm rang at 7 am. i stayed in bed for a bit and then got ready and did a 25 minute dance cardio workout. i showered and then ate breakfast. i think i’ll be fine doing this for a while. i did a good amount of work in the morning and then walked to the high st food truck area with cole and charles. they got food while i deposited my extra cash. cole got a beautiful mango lassi and i wish i could get one too but nooo ;( i ate with the dev guys and then hopped on my standup right after. my astigmatism kicked in real bad during the last half of the day but i continued doing work and taking breaks when needed. oh, prepare yourself because this is tmi (maybe), but i got my period and i wasn’t expecting it but i had two panty liners in my wallet so it was ok for a bit... so i tried checking the free tampon and pad dispenser but nothing was in it. i asked the front desk worker and she said she put in a work order asap. 20 minutes passed and i checked back -- nothing. then it became a few hours and still nothing. so i was stuck at work and had a call at the end of the day that i had to be on. so i had to use the tp technique and then got home asap. sigh. it wasn’t bad though because it was the first day :)

i did stop by the chocolate store with cole though ahahhaa. i got a dark chocolate easter bunny head on a stick and a dark chocolate peanut butter egg for the price of one! they were on sale of course. cole got his juicy pear jelly beans and his pb cups again. i got back and then chilled for a bit and then did the second part of my exercise routine. it felt good! i did bang my knee on the floor but it’s okay, LOL. then i washed the dishes and put the chicken in the oven and i showered. kevin got back kind of late so i snacked on grapes and watched ‘reign.’ kevin showered and then cooked veggies while i played ‘bravely default.’ then we had dinner while watching the second episode of ‘the travelers.’ kevin doesn’t really like it after finishing the second episode. i just gamed and kind of paid attention. it was already 10:30 pm by the end of show so i got ready for bed, kevin cuddled with me before i slept and then he went to game. i slept a bit later than expected, but it was still only 11:15 pm.

19: it felt like someone punched me in the stomach and i kept tossing and turning in my sleep. i looked at my phone and it was 6:30 am T_T so i laid in bed until 7 am or so and then got up. i had to do a bit of clean up and then i went right into my workout. i managed to do 30 minutes of hiit and abs, prepare breakfast, shower, change, eat, pack up my bag, and say goodbye to kevin. i thought i was going to be late but i got to the office at like 9:20 am. i got on a 8:40 am train though and there were minor delays? hmm. interesting. anyway, i really wanted to go into the office for some reason. i asked cole if i could sit at his desk but he answered during lunch time so i just worked at my desk. i wanted to look out the windows today to help my eyes. it was hard getting into the work zone, but i did it! i got hungry early so i ate my lunch at my desk and then went to high st to look at the food trucks.

there was ‘gogi on the block’ and they had smoothies! the line was extremely long though. there was also a chickpea food truck, which was interesting. i walked back and then went back to work. at the end of the day, i chatted with raj and cait about new york, food, and etc. it was a nice conversation and i ended my day on that. i was so brain dead at 4 pm so it was nice getting to talk to them :) i met up with kevin at the children’s museum and we took the train home together. i nommed on chocolate when i got back and we chilled on the sofa for a bit. then kevin played overwatch while i did 30 minutes of abs. i went and showered and then helped kevin cook the one pot spring pasta. we ate while watching ‘the 100′, which we both do not like. then we just spent the last hour before i went to sleep looking at apartments. we might move and we have a pretty good idea of where we would move. we might even tour the place on saturday just for fun and to see :) i got ready for bed and then ko’d at around 11 pm. kevin spent the rest of the night probably gaming.

20: i was tired when i got up... but i still did 16 minutes of hiit and also 14 minutes of hip hop cardio. my morning was a bit rushed but i made it to work on time and i ate breakfast :P the office was obviously packed because it was thursday and even though i was tired, i was more focused than i was yesterday. i talked to gbf about workouts and etc. i also got to talk to jeanne for a bit too. the day went by pretty fast. i caught up with phil and then went on a demo with him and the team. i ended up being pretty productive by the end of the day. cole left early with steve and i had to stay back and finish up work anyway. i took the train back home and then chilled for a bit and did some back workouts. then i took a quick shower and watched youtube videos for the rest of the night. kevin made eggs with chives and rice. we ate that while watching another episode of black mirror. this one was slightly funny in my opinion, but it was also sad. i was going to wfh tomorrow so i stayed up a bit longer than usual. me and kevin just looked a bit more at apartments. i fell asleep on kevin while he was playing pokemon. then he went to play overwatch and i went back to sleep. i drooled on him a little and he just laughed :P

21: my body woke me up at 7:30 am but i went back to sleep until 8:30 am and then i got up 15 minutes later. i did a less intense zumba exercise today because my body is pretty worn out. then i showered and hopped on my 10 am call. i did a good amount of talking during this call today and it went well :) then i spent some time working on the clients’ stuff. oh, kevin made me an egg sandwich this morning and it was so yummy :D hehe cooked some red onions and it was perfect. so i did some work and got a chance to pick up my packages! we got our prints from rotofugi and i got my package from memebox. i just re-ordered the dynasty cream and i got the benton travel kit because i wanted to hit free shipping. everything in that kit is aloe-focused so my skin should be fine. i talked to vivian for a bit and then went back to work.

i am frustrated with blogilates’ videos right now... they’re super short and she talks at the beginning of every single one. it’s a pain to skip it every time. i tried two of her new butt videos and then gave up and did two of chloe’s legs and butt videos. kevin came back and we ordered from hakata ramen. we both got their new sushi burgers. i got the unagi and he got the crab patty. we shared a dragon roll. it wasn’t what i expected... it was an actual burger with just the meat that was stated. i thought it was going to be rice patties :( my burger was meh. their “sweet potato fries” were actually 5 pieces of sweet potato tempura and the dragon roll (as usual) was great, ahha. we watched another episode of black mirror while eating. this one annoyed me because the protagonist was not like-able and she was kinda useless, ahha. the rest of the night we gamed and went to sleep pretty early at 12 am or 1 am. i think we were both wiped out by this week. i can feel my body adjusting to my schedule changes though. :) so grateful for kevin understanding my schedule change and both of us trying our best to spend time together still even though i sleep at 11 pm, get up at 7 am, and he sleeps at 1-2 am and gets up at 9-10 am. thanks, bearest.

22: i wanted to work out in the morning but i just stayed in bed. i was tired and i knew i was going to do the 60 minute kickboxing video later so i told myself i would just do it all in one go because we had a chill weekend. we ate leftovers for breakfast and then we headed out to the mall so i could do some shoe research and just to get out of the apartment and walk around. we also wanted to eat more of the auntie anne’s pretzels...ahha. we stopped by all the department stores and some clothing stores. i didn’t get anything and after all of that, i just figured that i really want the dr. scholl’s loafers i’ve been looking at. kevin ended up getting red sperry sneakers at nordstrom and they look really good on him. we got an original pretzel and some cinnamon sugar nuggets before shopping and it was too much for us. luckily, we filled up our water bottles and we just walked it off. we stopped by brookstone so that kevin could get his massage and by 3:45 pm, we were exhausted. being in a mall wiped us out and it was screen / signage overload. man, we’re so old now haha.

we drove to oh my tea to get some boba before our apartment tour at west of chestnut. we chilled in the car because it got too cold. oh, let me mention that winston beat my step score for fitbit and i tried my very best to walk everywhere but still couldn’t beat it at the end of the day. this boy walked 20k steps on friday and saturday so i’m like wtf. i’ll get back to him! anyway, kevin and i got into the apartment and started our tour. the leasing agent, lisa, was so funny and nice. this apartment complex is really nice. the floor plan we looked at is bigger than deco and about the same price. it was a good tour and we ended on a good note. i think the biggest difference is that deco is a bit more luxury with the gigantic bathtub and bathroom and just the way the kitchen cabinets are presented, but the atmosphere at west of chestnut (woc) is much more chill and friendlier. we took note of this and will keep them in mind. the location is prime because it’s near the quincy center train stop and in the middle of downtown quincy -- we could walk to fat cat and it is right across the street from oh my tea. x__x;

we headed to shaking crab after and got some cajun fries, garlic noodles, alaskan snow crab, and crawfish. mmm. it was both our first times eating seafood in a bag with sauce and it was pretty good. kevin was having so much fun! i had fun learning how to break seafood. the fries were on point and so were the garlic noodles. they were the best garlic noodles i’ve ever had. we went home in a good mood. we both gamed for a bit to digest and then kevin went climbing and i did my workout. it was good! i thought my stamina would be worse because i split my exercise this past week, but i did everything perfectly. it was a great workout -- i felt great. i showered and then i talked to hillary on the phone for a bit. i miss this girl :< i’m so happy i get to see her in a week! it was around 12 am but i still wanted to watch ‘about time’ with kevin so we hooked it up and watched that. kevin said it is his favorite chick flick now. yasss, this movie still gave me all the feels. kevin got real giddy when watching :P it was cute. we talked about the movie for a bit after and i had a pretty bad headache so we brushed and then went to sleep at like 3 am (no wonder i had a headache).

23: we woke up at around 10 am and stayed in bed until 11 am. i watched some youtube videos and then took my sunday morning shower -- it’s such a treat :) then i ate potstickers that kevin cooked and some cereal and some leftover pasta. then i played some ‘bravely default’ and watched more videos until kevin was done playing overwatch. we meal planned and then headed out! we went to bj’s first because we needed to restock on a lot of things from there. then we went back to unload the car and put everything away. we got back in the car and parked in kam man but crossed the street to check out the other asian grocery store. it’s called, “lucky fortune” and it is way smaller than kam man but their produce and seafood is sooo fresh. we’re definitely going here for some fruit now. they also had a wide selection of snacks and i got this interesting grape squeeze pocky there. kevin got real hungry and bought a hotdog bun and some egg tarts. oh, we got candy samples at bj’s because we managed to get there early :P anyway, i had a lot of sugary snacks.

i also snacked on the new berry cheerios we got from bj’s and they are so good. anyway, we got some scallions and produce there, went over to kam man to get a few more groceries, and headed to roche to get white bread, kale, and my dark chocolate for period weeks. i actually found the brand i was looking for! maybe i’ll make a showcase on random things i got this week haha. then we drove back, put everything away, kevin made himself some soup dumplings we got at lucky fortune (they were delicious), and i watched more videos. i had a lot of videos to catch up on. then i contacted fitbit customer support because i stained my pink band :( my customer service rep was a dream and she made an order for 2 replacement bands. i got 2 of the regular ones because i wanted to get a darker one so colors wouldn’t transfer so easily. then i did some surveys and internet errands while kevin cooked.

i did laundry, cleaned the bathroom, and cleaned the kitchen today. we ate shrimp toast and stir fried cabbage for dinner while watching an episode of ‘black mirror.’ then we realized how “late” it was (for me) and so we took out the trash and kevin washed dishes while i cleaned some of the tables. then he vacuumed and swiffered while i completely cleaned the kitchen. we were we about done, i broke my glass mug T__T it was sitting on a chair because i put it there to clean the island and when i went to pick it up and move it, it slipped and hit the ground. i was pretty upset. :( i got it from mark during the christmas white elephant thingy. sigh. kevin did his best and cheered me up though <3 his hugs are the best. then we brushed our teeth and i showered and i went to sleep while he gamed. he did wake me up while arguing with jon about something -- the usual LOL.

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When the Day Met the Night

Part 2 of The End of All Things: Please read it first or this story won’t make sense!

Description: Dan successfully stopped Phil’s wedding, but what happens when Dan finds out that not everything is as Phil said it is? Where does their relationship go from there?

Words: 3219

December 28th, 2019 -11:15am

“I’m not going,” Phil cried. “We’re in love.”

Dan looked up from Phil’s shoulder where he had been sobbing, looking him in the eye for the first time all morning. Did he really just say he was skipping out on his own wedding? Dan sniffled.

“What?” he asked.

“Dan, I’m not going. Not after that. You just told me you love me, that was all I needed.” Phil drew him close to his body. Dan let tears run openly, in relief, in happiness, he couldn’t be sure. But Phil was with him and everything would be okay. He breathed him in, slowly, shuddering as he exhaled. Phil, in the meantime, was beaming, smile pulled tightly across his face. It calmed Dan enough to think again. To realize what this meant.

“Phil, what about Sarah? I mean, I know you’ve only known her a short while, but she’s such a lovely person, how will we-” Dan stopped mid-sentence when he noticed the shift in Phil’s face. It distinctly shifted to a sly grin.

“Trust me, Sarah won’t mind,” he said.

“She won’t mind? Phil, your wedding is today! Of course the bride is going to mind being stood up at the-”

“Dan, it was an act!” Dan’s heart dropped.

“An act?”

“Yeah, she’s an actress, a YouTuber, actually.” Phil went on, not noticing the change in the atmosphere. “I hired her to pretend we were getting married so that you would finally come around and realize your feelings for me.” He nearly laughed until he saw Dan turn away, ripping at that stupid bow tie that just would not come undone.

“Dan?”

“You lied to me, Phil.” Dan had thrown his tuxedo jacket haphazardly on his floor. “You fucking lied. I’ve been walking around like a zombie for weeks!”

“Dan, I-” Phil reached out for him but he tore his hand away.

“It hurt so fucking much, Phil. To see you marrying someone else,” he choked out. His breathing was erratic and his vision narrowed in the corners of his eyes. “Get out of my room.”

Phil had never, not once in seven years, been kicked out of Dan’s room. And the reason made him angry right back.

“Oh, I hurt you, so now I can’t be around you? Dan you hurt me, every single day, for ten years. Ever since 2009, I’ve been hurting, and still I let you in.”

“I didn’t do that on purpose!” Dan argued. “It’s not my damned fault I didn’t know I was attracted to men. It’s not my fault I didn’t accept that part of me until now. But you, you hurt me on purpose, to prove your freaking point! And you sat around watching it happen. You watched me suffer at your own hand, and you did nothing to stop it.” Dan was pacing the room intensely, shuffling things about without reason. Every object he set back down collided with a loud thud. “You know what? I said get out. Get out now!”

As Phil backed out the door, Dan slammed it behind him. Dan sank to the ground, and all Phil could hear from the other side was a loud crash and gentle sobbing.

December 28th, 2019 -3:30pm

Phil gently tapped his knuckles against Dan’s bedroom door. He hadn’t heard a sound from the room in two and a half hours, and he was genuinely worried. He twisted the door handle and found it unlocked, pushing it open hesitantly. He found Dan in bed, sound asleep. Dan had managed to get only his dress shirt off before collapsing on the bed, he slept with shoes and tuxedo pants still constraining him. He must have been so exhausted, Phil thought, so much had changed in an instant.

Quietly he approached him, hoping for some kind of sign that he was okay. He sat on the bed behind Dan, debating whether to wake him or to take his shoes off for him and let him rest. After a thoughtful moment, Phil resolutely rubbed Dan’s back, barely rolling him back and forth.

“Dan,” he whispered. “I need to talk to you.”

“Ugh,” Dan groaned. He looked up at Phil with a peaceful smile. And then he was awake, and he pulled away from his touch.

Phil backed off.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry, and you’re right, and I’m so sorry.” Dan ignored his apology.

“What would you have even done? If I hadn’t spilled my guts out to you in the form of a Panic! at the Disco song?”

“If you didn’t stop it by the time the priest said ‘forever hold their peace’ my plan was to run out and pretend like I had cold feet because it was so sudden. I mean, hardly anyone would be there to explain it to, anyway. And you were the only one-” Phil hesitated. “You were the only person who thought it was real.”

“Great, so now on top of that I’m also the laughing stock.”

“No one is laughing at you, Dan.” Phil curled his fingers through his own hair. “If anything I’d say I’m the laughing stock, having to fake an engagement and a wedding to get my best friend of ten years to admit he was in love with me.” He gave a weak smile.

“Yeah, that’s pretty pathetic,” Dan joked. He gave a half-hearted laugh. A moment passed by where Dan didn’t try so hard to keep his distance.

“Are we gonna be okay?” Phil asked.

“I think we’re going to be. After some time,” Dan said. “As I said, many things will change, but the way I feel will remain the same.” He was mocking himself for his newfound loyalty. A low chuckled escaped his throat and surprised them both. Phil ran his hand along Dan’s arm and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I’ll let you think things out if you need space,” Phil said, moving to leave.

“No, stay here.” Dan leaned in further and rested his head on Phil’s shoulder.

January 1st, 2020

“You know what I just realized?” Dan asked Phil, setting their ribenas down beside the laptop on the table.

“What?” Phil asked before taking a sip.

“I saw your journal, that day that you went out to the shop and I was alone. I read the journal, and it even said you were marrying Sarah!” Dan was laughing, they had reached a point where he could talk about it without getting upset.

“Yeah,” Phil started, an apologetic tone in his voice again. “I wrote that hoping you’d find it. I had to really act it out because I didn’t know what would be the tipping point that would convince you. I had to pretend like you were going to lose me, so I couldn’t tell you straight out that I liked you. But I also needed to give you a hint that you had a chance.” Phil nudged Dan with his elbow, nearly spilling the red drink on his white shirt. Dan just laughed again.

“So, we’re really sure about this? This is how and when we tell the fans? Right now?”

“Right now,” Phil said. They smiled a wicked, conspiring smile at one another.

“There is going to be so many people watching,” Dan said. “Last time we announced a joint live show, the fans went crazy wondering what it could be about.”

“Yeah, well this time some of them will be right.”

Dan hit the button on the YouNow website. They were streaming live in front of hundreds of thousands.

“Hey guys,” Phil said, arm in the air waving like in his videos.

“Hello,” Dan said, slightly awkwardly beside him. “So, this is going to be a really short one. And I’ll just say sorry in advance to any fans that miss it live.”

“But,” Phil continued. “We’re sure that everyone will get a chance to see it anyway because there should be plenty of you recording.”

Dan winked, giving the hint for people to turn on their recording software. “I mean, you bunch of stalkers!” He feigned annoyance, but smiled brightly, anticipation burning in his chest.

The two paused to read chat, just for a moment. The theories of what this will be about were already pouring in. Dan looked Phil in the eyes, not doing anything to hide his “Heart Eyes Howell” persona anymore.

“Now, Phil?” he asked.

“Now,” he said simply.

And with that, Phil wrapped his hand around the back of Dan’s neck, cradling it gently as he pulled him in for a kiss. They left the camera rolling, pointing directly at them, but ignored the computer as the chat exploded in a flurry of “I knew it!”s and “OMG”s. They focused on one another’s kiss, the way their lips tasted, and on the feeling in their chest that seemed to pull them even closer like gravity. With Dan’s hand on Phil’s face, rubbing a line from his jawline to ear and back, they relished in the thought that now, after today, they wouldn’t have to hide. From their fans or from each other, not anymore.

They broke their kiss and looked each other in the eye for just a moment longer before looking back to the camera. Dan laughed and smiled widely.

“Well, bye!” Dan said as he flipped the laptop screen closed.

“You cheeky bastard,” Phil said.

“You love it,” he replied.

“I really do.”

April, 2021

“I can’t believe it took us this long to finally go back to Japan!” Phil exclaimed as the plane descended.

“Yeah, I know, stupid us, right?” He joked, but his hand gripped the armrest tentatively. In all these years of travel, he still never got over his fear during take off and landing. Phil noticed his anxiety and laughed at him.

“What?” Dan asked. “It’s totally reasonable to be scared when you’re in a multi-hundred ton metal tube hurdling through the sky.” Phil just laughed again and took Dan’s hand in his own.

When they arrived at the hotel, Dan quickly began changing into lounge pants.

“Wait, Dan. Don’t get too comfy yet,” Phil said. Dan groaned.

“Why not?”

“Because I planned a date for us. You’ll want to look nice.”

“A date? Tonight?” he asked. “Phil we just got in and it’s been a long flight and I just want to scroll Tumblr and eat.”

“There will be food there, and Tumblr will be waiting when you get back,” Phil said. “I promise you won’t regret it.” Dan sighed and began to put on his nicest trousers instead.

They arrived at a little restaurant. It was totally empty, but fairy lights graced the entrance and glowed from the inside. A hostess waited at the front door. Behind the building, a garden of cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

“Phil, did you rent out the whole restaurant?”

“Yes,” he said. Dan laughed and Phil along with him. “What?! It’s special. I thought you’d like it!”

“I do, I swear.” He looked at Phil the same way he always does, as if all the stars could be found behind his eyes.

Inside the restaurant was a single table, graced with candles and cloth napkins. They sat as their waiter immediately brought out their first course. A pianist and violinist played a duet in the corner. Dan couldn’t help but laugh again, but this time with tears in the corners of his eyes.

“This is too much,” he said.

“No it’s not,” Phil replied.

Once they had finished their chocolate molten lava cakes, Phil smiled widely, with a mix of excitement and nerves in his eyes.

“Do you wanna go for a walk?” he asked.

Phil led Dan to the back exit of the restaurant and into the garden. The sun was setting behind the trees, a mix of purples and oranges streaking the sky providing a stunning background to the pink flowers. They arrived at what seemed to be the center of the garden, a beautiful fountain in front of them, and cherry blossoms in every direction. There, Phil stopped in his tracks. Turning Dan to face him and taking both of his hands.

“Dan, I never thought I could be happier than I was in the ten years we were friends, but I was wrong,” Phil began. “I have been exponentially happier still, in the sixteen months since you’ve been my boyfriend.”

Phil reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar velvet box. Dan’s eyes grew wide, finally understanding what this was all about. Phil bent down to one knee.

“I can’t imagine how much happier I would be if you’d be my husband, but I want to spend every day of the rest of my life trying to make you feel that way too.” Phil opened the box to show a thick silver band with black stones. “Daniel James Howell, will you marry me?” Dan’s smile grew even wider then as he shook his head rapidly up and down.

“Phil Lester!” He shouted, “Yes, you spork!” Phil smiled and his tongue peaked out between his teeth as he slid the ring on Dan’s finger. They embraced, and Dan took a closer at the ring on his left hand.

“Phil,” he chuckled. “Wasn’t this your ring from your fake wedding with Sarah?”

“Oh my god,” Phil said. “You saw it?!”

“You left it in the drawer with your journal, are you re-gifting me an engagement ring?” He asked light-heartedly, too happy to really care if that was the truth or not.

“No! It was always yours. I guess I forgot you’d be looking for the journal. It was always for you.”

“We weren’t even dating yet and you’d bought me an engagement ring!” He was curled over in laughter. “Wow, so desperate.” He nudged Phil’s chest with the back of his hand.

“Hey!” Phil said. “I went to extreme and pathetic measures to get you, I wasn’t about to do that if I wasn’t serious from the start!” Dan just smiled and leaned his head down on Phil’s shoulder.

“Well, I’m really glad you did,” he said, wrapping his arms around his new fiancé’s waist.

August, 2022

“With the powers vested in me, by the internet,” PJ said, winking at the audience in the pews and directly into the camera in the aisle, catching it all in high definition for future YouTube release. “I now pronounce you husband and husband.” PJ laughed at the phrase, but still choked up at the thought. “You may kiss.”

And they did. They kissed softly and sweetly, and with so much tenderness they hardly heard the thunderous applause. They backtracked through the aisle hand in hand, as their guests showered them with rice and purple confetti.

The couple entered an enormous reception hall draped with white chiffon and lavender uplighting, all their guests awaiting their arrival after the photo shoot.

“I’ll get you champagne,” Dan said, kissing the side of his head as Phil sat at the table facing the stage. The speeches came in a blur. PJ and Chris together, said “We knew it all along.” Louise wished them well. Cat raised her glass with tears in her eyes as she said, “take care of one another, because you both mean so much to me.” Phil’s mom, “I couldn’t have asked for a better son-in-law.”

Then Phil got on stage, to Dan’s surprise. He didn’t expect any speech from him.

“I’ll keep this short,” Phil began. “As many of you know, this is not my first wedding.” The audience was silent. “What? Still too soon, really?” Dan laughed out loud at that, giving Phil the space to continue. “A couple of years ago, Dan and I weren’t together, and I had this crazy stupid scheme to change that. And despite it being crazy stupid, it worked! As we were heading for my pretend wedding, which Dan truly believed was real, he stopped me and played the piano, and sang me a song to say goodbye.” Dan’s face grew bright red in embarrassment, he looked around to find everyone staring, so he waved with a tight smile.

“Today I’ve asked the original artist to play that song for our first dance, so please welcome, Brendon Urie from Panic! at the Disco!” Phil gestured to the side of the stage as Brendon Urie appeared and ran up to the microphone. The crowd was speechless.

“Hello everyone,” Brendon said as he took the microphone from Phil. Phil walked down across the dance floor and offered a hand to Dan. “This song is usually called The End of All Things, but tonight, for this performance only, we’re going to call it The Beginning of All Things.” He sat down at the piano and wasted no time striking the first few chords.

Dan took Phil’s hand as he played and was led to the dance floor.

“Whether near of far, I am always yours.”

Phil wrapped his right hand around Dan’s waist and guided Dan’s hand to his chest. They stepped in close, and side to side together.

“In these coming years, many things will change, but the way I feel will remain the same.”

Phil pushed Dan’s head gently until they were dancing cheek to cheek. Dan sniffled. “Are you crying?” Phil whispered. “No,” Dan answered. “Not quite.”

“We’re in love. Lay us down, we’re in love.” They continued their slow spinning, in their own little world, until the last chord finished out and they separated just enough to clap. Then they kissed again.

“Now, please welcome on stage, the rest of Panic! to finish out the evening,” Brendon said and the crowd erupted.

Dan led Phil to the cake table, subtly wiping his eyes. “Now, when do we get to cut this thing, because I am starving.”

“The entrees come first,” Phil said.

“Wow, so mature of you now Phil. But I want cake,” Dan insisted. The band played the beginning to another familiar song. It was upbeat and catchy.

“When the moon fell in love with the sun, all was golden in the sky. All was golden when the day met the night.”

The dance floor flooded with all their best friends and family, dancing in possibly the silliest looking ways. It was bouncy, and fun.

“So he said, ‘Would it be alright, if we just sat and talked for a little while, if in exchange for your time, I give you this smile?’“

Phil smiled at Dan, and Dan smiled back, understanding that in this case, Phil was the moon and he was the sun. And it was summer, and Phil would never leave him.

Thanks for all your support on part one and as well to anyone who reads this and enjoys it! Like this series so far? Then please continue on to Part 3, Northern Downpour!

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