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kpopbestie96 · 4 months ago

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Meeting with you ex - Bang Chan

Hello lovelies, hope you enjoy this fun little short story. The photos Chan posted gave me inspo to write it. If he can be delusional, so can I! 😂 hope you enjoy it!

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18+, cussing, flirting, she/her, y/n, fake text messages, photos of Chan from his Instagram

Italics means in thoughts

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You slide onto your couch after experiencing an amazing Sunday that you haven't had in over two months.

It was finally the first day you didn't think about him because Sundays where the days that you would spend together. You knew that forgetting about him would take some time and still have a long way to go.

You put your favorite show on and heard your phone going off, assuming it's the friend's group chat, wanting to discuss today's fun adventures.

But when you picked up your phone you saw it was the ex you thought you were finally forgetting about. Fuck...of course he would text today...of all days!

You wanted to ignore the message; your brain was yelling at you to just delete it. But your heart was curious to see he wanted, wanted to know if he was okay. Ugh...im going to regret this...

You typed saying hi before nervously tossing your phone on the coffee table. I can't believe I did that, you layed down on your couch, placing a pillow over your face as you yelled into it. Why did I respond?? Why??? I was forgetting about him!!

A minute went by before a ding went off, indicating another message came through from him. Although, you were hoping it was truly anyone else. Welp, let's see what he wants. Why must my curiosity do this to me.

"AAAAHHHHHHH", you screamed into your pillow again as you tossed your phone onto the couch next to you, hoping it disappears forever. Should I tell my friends? No...I won't hear the end of it...maybe after I'll tell them. That's if I even go...

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The next morning came, and you got little to no sleep, tossing and turning from the night before. The moment your alarm went off, you stared up at your ceiling contemplating if you should go. I'm just going to text him that I can't make it.

But when you went to the messages you saw the smiley emoji he put, probably excited to meet up. Well fuck...you quickly jumped into the shower and began to think what he could possibly talk about at lunch. Mentally preparing yourself for anything that comes up in the conversation.

Rushing around your house, after doing your makeup, you found a simple summer dress, that's a bit short, it sits right about your knees. It's white with small daisies placed all over with spaghetti straps. You paired it with some cute plain white sandals that have a small heel.

Right before heading out you looked at yourself one last time in the mirror as your nerves began to grow. The same nerves made your stomach turn as you followed the GPS to the café Chan recommend.

There's a spot, you thought to yourself as you turned into it and parking the car. You stared out into the open, gripping the steering wheel, as you kept repeating in your head how you can't do this. Fuck it, I'm leaving. But when you went to restart the car, there was this guilt mixed with nervous feeling swirling around.

I guess I'll go for a bit, you thought as you looked in the review mirror before grabbing your bag and heading in to the café.

A hostess by the front door immediately greeted you as you walked up, asking if it was just you today or how many were in your party.

"No, I'm meeting someone here. I think he might be here already." And as you said that your ex did in fact message you that he was sitting down outside on the patio they have.

"Oh, he's actually sitting down outside," you pointed as the hostess smiled.

"Go right ahead," she waved her hand as you nervously walk to him.

Your legs began to feel wobbly and their were butterflies in your stomach flying around as you could see his black sunglasses sitting on his black hat.

And why the fuck is he wearing a tank top? Is he trying to show off his muscles?? Is he trying to make me want him again??

The closer you got, the more you thought about running away. But, as you were about to turn back around, Chan moved his head up and locked eyes with you.

You stood in your spot close to the table, with your breath hitched in your throat. He couldn't help but smile, showing off his dimples, making you melt in your spot. Fuck this man...ugh...

"Hey y/n, glad you made it." He got up and went to hug you but stepped back before he realized what he was doing.

You could see how awkward this was becoming so you decided to just hug him and get it out of the way. Oh this was a mistake, you thought as he wrapped his arms around you. The familiarity hit you hard as you missed his hugs. They felt like a warm blanket on a cold day, after you've been outside. You felt calm/relaxed as you could feel yourself melting into the hug.

"Umm let's sit down," He said clearing his throat as he broke up the hug.

You nodded your head as he pulled out your chair for you. "Oh, thank you." He's really not going to make this easy on me.

He sat down across from you as you couldn't help but take in his jewelry. Seeing his earrings, the necklace he bought when you and him were on vacation. His bracelets and his ring that sat on his right index finger, showing off his veiny hands.

"Soo how have you been?" He asked shyly as you snapped your eyes up to meet with him. Man, he's so fucking gorgeous. Okay stay strong, you can do this.

"I've been good, just working a lot. I had off today, so that's nice. How have you've been?"

"Good, working a lot too. Staying busy..."

"That's good," you cringed how how awkward this conversation was going, while the waiter walked up to take your drink and food order.

"Oh, went back to Australia..." He brought up after the waiter walked away.

"How was that? How's your family?"

"Everyone is good, doing well. Missed Berry so much!"

"Glad everyone is doing good, aww I miss Berry too."

"Here, let me show you this video I took of her. She was chasing a butterfly." He took out his phone to show you the video and other photos he took while he was there. You felt a bit more relaxed, feeling like normal with him. It was a nice way to break up the awkward tension.

You even recalled a memory of when you went with him to Australia and Berry kept wanting to hang out with you, ignoring Chan.

Moments go by that you and him don't realize the food and drinks are already being brought out as you both smiled before taking bites of your foods.

I can't believe how well this is going, you thought. Even while eating, you both would shared a laugh as you joked like a old times. He even began taking photos of you like when you guys were together, making you do the same.

"Sooo should we talk about it?" He asked taking a sip of drink, fidgeting with the straw as you became quiet. The smile that once sat on your face disappeared as you sat back in your chair. I should have known...I mean this is one of the things I thought he would bring up, you stared at the ground wondering what to say before looking back up at him.

"Um...Chan...we had such a nice day," you tried to say simply. Let's hold off for now..."

"But, you don't miss this?" he asked while pointing between the two of you.

You shrugged your shoulders because it was you who initiated the break up. But deep down you missed him so much, your heart would ache for him. You would want to show up to his house but knew you couldn't.

"Look, I'm going to be honest with you," he sat up in his chair while he cleared his throat. Oh no, you thought as you shifted uncofortably in your seat. "I miss you so much. I missed this. Yes, I just wanted to come to lunch and see how you were doing but this made me realize how much I want you back."

You nodded you head because you knew what he meant. This lunch reminded you how much you still love him. "But we broke up for a reason...I just think..."

"Think about it, please...and we'll talk more about it," he said interrupting you. You nodded your head before he change the subject and had you laughing moments later.

After talking for a bit more, he walked you to your car to say goodbye. "Let me know when you get home."

"I will," you displayed a soft smile right before he wrapped his arms around you, making your body tense for a few seconds. I need to calm down, you thought as you brought your hands up and wrapped your arms around his toned torso, closing your eyes tightly. Wow, I really did miss you.

Neither one of you wanted to let go as you could feel the tears wanting to form. You wanted to cry out, yelling how much you missed him and want to be back together. But, you blinked your eyes to push the tears away, making you move your head up and locking eyes with him. Then, mistakenly, your eyes dropped to his pink pillow-like lips that you immediately regret looking at, making you shoot your eyes back up at his.

You could see him smirk, knowing you were caught. Fuck..."If you want to...you can just ask." He snickered as you could feel your cheeks become warm, mentally palming your forehead for becoming weak for him. Why must he have this affect on me???

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..." you said wiggling your way out of his hug and taking a step back.

"Really? I saw your eyes fall down to my lips," He had the biggest smile on his face, seeing the tips of his ears a bit red.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." you crossed your arms in front of your chest as you moved your head to the side, trying to play it off. Although, you knew he wasn't going to let this go.

"So you didn't do this?" He took a small step towards you, gently placing his right index finger on your cheek. You shivered under his touch and his cold ring that made contact. He slowly moved your head to face him as he moved his eyes down towards your lips this time before meeting your gaze again.

"I- I...uh don't know what you mean," you laughed flirtatiously as you playful pushed him away. You could feel your cheeks become warm as you knew what he was doing.

"Oh, I'm sorry, let me get closer," He said taking a huge step toward you this time, towering over, making you look up at him. Your bodies so close you could put a pencil in between you two and it wouldn't fall.

You mouth was a bit agape as your eyes were locked with his, feeling as if you were in a trance. "This," he said moving his eyes slowly down to your lips then back up at your eyes. You felt a knot in your stomach form as your pressed your lips tightly together from trying to keep yourself from smiling. Don't break, you can do this!

"I did no such thing..." you seductively said, catching yourself off guard.

He moved his hand up, pushing a strand of hair out of your face, making goosebumps rise on your arm. "So you don't want to kiss me?" He inched his head lower towards yours as you were losing breathing. You looked down at his lips seeing how close they are to yours. If you puckered your lips, they would immediately touch his.

Fuck....why...why! This man, I swear! You moved your eyes up to his, feeling his smile against your lips, "So you didn't move your eyes down to look at my lips, to want to taste them again?" He tucked his left hand in your hair as his right hand grabbed yours.

You could only softly nod your head yes as he closed his eyes, making you do the same as you awaited for it. Oh shit, oh shit, is the only thing you thought as you waited for the kiss. But you opened your eyes when you felt nothing happening, seeing him back away from you. "Guess I imagined," he shrugged.

"Christopher!" You yelled as he began to laugh.

"Hey, I didn't do anything," his laughed filled your ears as you couldn't believe he teased you like that. Can't believe him!

"You know what you did!" You pointed at him as you tried to hold in your laughter because you did find it amusing. Even if he made you almost break.

"I don't know what you mean," his tongue poked the side of his cheek knowing you love when he does that.

"That's it, I gotta go," you threw your hands up in defeat before digging in your purse for your keys.

"Thank you for coming, get home safe!" He said after calming his laughter down.

"I will, you do too!" You pretend to say in a angry voice.

On the car ride home, you could feel a smile spread across your face. The feeling of how close his lips were still lingered making you giggle to yourself. If someone looks into my car, they're going to think I'm crazy. Definitely not telling my friends about that.

As soon as you got home, you lied down on your couch and messaged Chan that you made it. I should don't it, but as quick as you were to think, the quicker you were to scrolling through the photos you took of him.

Maybe I should get back with him I missed him so much. And, we had a really fun time today...you thought as you saw a message pop up from Chan.

You sat staring at the screen, feeling your heart beating against your chest. Just do it, just say it! Your fingers began to quickly dance against your phone screen, not reading it back before you hit send.

Like the shy person you are, you quickly locked your phone and set it in the coffee table. You stood up, letting out some strange noise because of how nervous you are feeling. 'Its fine...I'm fine', you said out loud as you walked away from what you did.

* Part two of Meeting with your ex- Bang Chan (the end)

* Other Stray Kids stuff I made

* My stories on Wattpad and A03

#bangchan #chris bang #christopher bang #bang chan #chan #channie #skz chan #skz channie #bang chan x you #bang chan x y/n #bang chan fake texts #chan fake texts #stray kids #stay #skz #bang chan imagines

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f1-birb · 2 years ago

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so today it was really cold here but stunningly beautiful and in the morning, my bestie and i went to the woods with our first graders and we made toast and fried quail eggs on the fire and hid chocolate easter eggs for them and in the afternoon i picked up my third graders from the farm and walked back to school with them and they were singing the entire way and now it‘s spring break (a day early cause of easter) and i‘m gonna go on a little hike with my best friends tomorrow and then fly to portugal (WARMTH, SUN!!) to meet a bunch of fandom friends and like… generally life is pretty good rn, which i celebrated with a glass of wine and now i‘m gonna go to bed before 10pm 🥳😂

sending you some good vibes with this, hopefully!! ❤️

Aaaahhhhhhh Silja that sounds like such a great day! I'm so happy you had a lovely last day before the spring break and now you can relax and go enjoy the sunshine and warmth with your friends 🥰

You probably won't see this until you wake up but I hope you had a good nights sleep and your hike is good ❤️

#this was so cute to read!!#wunderlichkind #birb speaks

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missmorosis · 4 years ago

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Toph, Ty Lee, and Katara S/O Headcanons!

LAST ONE I PROMISE!!

I combined all three of this gals, since there weren’t many headcanons for them <3 enjoy babes! these are from my matchups!!

zuko version

sokka version

aang version

suki version

TOPH

although she can’t see, I feel like going to museums would still be fun!!

“toph i don’t think you’re allowED TO-”

andddd she’s already sticking her feet on the statues in order to feel them.

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same thing with pictures

“wow, you’re really good at taking pictures. looks really nice.”

“get your dirty foot off of my camera.”

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listening to music together!!

you guys share a playlist!!

she listens to it during her spare time

all the songs remind her of you, that’s why she loves it <3

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toph needs a mom friend like you!!

MAYBE yall would argue sometimes, but it quickly resolves :D

yall have a toph-katara dynamic but what’s wrong with that??

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sassing each other all the time, but all in good fun for the most part

she would criticize you all the time, and at first, it’s the worst

you’re already hard on yourself, and you don’t need someone else to do what you already do.

BUUT eventually you can build a wall and start to block out criticism

it may take a while, but it ends up benefitting you and maybe that was her intention in the first place?? 👀

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she tries her best to make it known that she loves you!

even though it may not seem like it

whether it’s treating you to ice cream out of nowhere

or one of her affectionate punches on the arm

she loves you, even though it may be hard to express

TY LEE

she’ll make you feel SO SO loved!

she’s a bubbly bean :D

she’ll def spend a lot of quality time with you

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you can do art together!!

“LOOK!! i made this for you!!” 🥺

“thanks ty~ i made this for you!”

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ty lee will do ANYTHING to avoid conflict with you <3

she loves you and hates to argue with her loved ones!!

KATARA

prepared to get mothered

mom friend??

be the mom for each other and also get mothered for a change 😌

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when you write/do hw in your room, katara would check up on you now and then

prob bringing you a snack or two!

totally would proofread your fics for you! 💖

compliment the things she liked and help you make any corrections

"i really liked that piece of dialogue! you should keep it; it made me feel more connected to the character."

"ooh, that's really cute, but maybe try changing this word to this instead?"

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before covid, she would take you on girls' nights out!!

take you to the spa to get pampered!!

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dancing together at parties, like how she did with aang?? YESS

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during covid, MOVIE NIGHTS WITH KATARA AAAAHHHHHHH

she'll watch whatever you pick!!

she will def prepare a lot of snacks!

yall would be snuggled up in a hunch of blankets, watching the movie together

she'll hold your hand the entire time, lovingly stroking your palm

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she would also get a lot of self care items for you two

another covid date night!

face masks and manicures in the comfort of your own home 😎✌

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she will always try her HARDEST to make you laugh

ANYTHING 💕

"Look!! I found this meme online and thought of you!"

*makes a silly face*

loves seeing you laugh! it brings her joy

even though her jokes may not be the best, the thought and effort makes you smile

you can't resist laughing at her silly antics, though *cue the goofy photo katara just sent you via text*

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katara will make you feel loved, no doubt

whenever you feel insecure, she loves to pull back your hair and just list all the things she loves about you

while braiding your hair, she would say everything she sees in you

she thinks you're perfect, and she wants you to see that too

I REALLY HOPE THESE ARE OKAY!!! SORRY FOR MAKING SO MANY SKLDJFS

#atla #atla x you #atla x y/n #atla x reader #atla x yn #katara x reader #katara headcanon #katara x y/n #katara x you #toph x reader #toph x you #toph x y/n #ty lee x you #ty lee x reader

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otomeray · 4 years ago

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From an ice princess to the warm Queen | Cinderella Phenomenon evermore post #1

(8 Days left before evermore's official release)

Spoilers ahead!!!! SPOILERS AHEADDD TO THOSE WHO HAVEN'T PLAYED YET-

Starting off the thread of posts with our main protagonist, our princess, our precious MC:

Lucette Riella Britton ✨

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Cinderella Phenomenon Opening (Lucette introduction)

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The song started off with a intense feeling that makes the viewer feel pumped up and ready to fight someone-- JKJK but the song Broken Cinderella implies the kind of princess Lucette is.

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A princess lives in a monochrome world

Broken from the sight through her lonely eyes

It reflects the ocean and stars

But her cry echoes around

The simple loss of love in her heart

Making this whole fairy tale a lie

Within sorrow’s tender embrace,

This was never meant to happen.

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Like how the song said her to be, she was a princess that was suffering in grief for many years. She shut herself out from the world that her mother tried so hard to hide it from her, the world that was full of greys. But when she gets cursed, she is given no choice but to adapt to the life outside of the palace. And once she starts to open up, we get to see her old personality when she was a child. So when we see her as a kind and smiling person, she's never changed. Her warm personality isn't something that was new in her, it was a personality that was deep inside hidden by the manipulation and abuse given to her by her own mother. I've never actually thought that Lucette changed but rather showed her true colours from within. Lucette only became cold and cruel when her Mother forced her ideals upon her and since no one was guiding her to the right path, she was put into the idea that her mother was right about everything she said. Hildyr changed her into becoming the ice princess.

And as we can see from the other routes in the game, Lucette starts to return back to being her true self when she slowly starts to learn how to trust in others once again. The time she spent with the guys makes her open up to the world that's surrounding her and eventually, the ice in her heart melts by the warmth that she could only experience when being with the one she loves.

(Those were some cringy fucking lines)

And now finally, we get to see the real Lucette that's off from the image of being an ice princess in evermore 🥺

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Evermore opening (Lucette introduction)

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The evermore opening has much more lightening and vivid colours. It was so beautiful I couldn't help but feel amazed by the settings for this opening! It went way beyond my expectations!

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I used to think that happy ends did not exist

In a world filled with greys and loneliness

Without a purpose, why was I still here?

Then you took my hand and showed me light I couldn't see

Darling~ You filled my empty world with vivid colours

The shadows of my past are gone and I can see more clearly

The stars shine more brightly in the endless night sky

With you here by my side, I can smile

Stay with me forevermore

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Brb I'm crying a river AAAAHHHH

The lyrics are literally in Lucette's perspective and that made me feel more emotional because of this...Lucette has warmed up and she's finally achieving her happily ever after with her true love... AAAAHHHHHHH I'M FEELING EMOTIONAL

Lucette is already open to her personality and is always a precious bby. I am so proud of her character development! The way she dresses now is so pure and the lyrics OMG THEY ARE SO HEART WARMING AND ADORABLE SKSKSSISJSISMSKS

This opening was so soft and beautiful. I'd love to see more of soft Lucette now!!!

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Additional screenshots from both Openings:

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Cinderella phenomenon opening

Evermore opening

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Lucette is an amazing MC period.

#cp evermore #cinderella phenomenon lucette #cinderella phenomenon fritz #cinderella phenomenon waltz #cinderella phenomenon rod #cinderella phenomenon karma #cinderella phenomenon rumpel #cinderella phenomenon #visual novel #fandisc #fandisk #lucette #otome mc #otome appreciation #evermore countdown

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descendantofthesparrow · 5 years ago

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Commission work - Harry Hook x Mals sister! Reader - part 3 - hol the hell up

commissioner - @musicarose

You woke up to the sound of something long and hard-hitting the window next to you, harry jolted up next to you, staring wide-eyed at the window hidden bt the black curtains.

You groaned, slowly sitting up and yelling out “DIVAL SHUT IT!” the sound stopped, replaced by a loud cawing, the raven behind the glass yelling back.

“im up im up!” you whined, rolling off the mattress and standing up, as you stretched you felt your back pop and you let out a satisfied moan. “that hit the spot” you yawned, pulling back a curtain, sticking your tongue out at the puffed up and fussy raven.

“wha’s with the demon bird” Harry muttered from behind you, shrugging on his jacket and shoes.

“I think hes warning me to get home, he likes me so he doesn’t want mom to get mad at me ‘n stuff” harry paused, turning to look at you.

“the bird…protects yeh?” he tilted his head, like a confused puppy. You laughed sliding open the window a little to let Dival in.

“yeah, I don’t know why, but he likes me, he also stops Mal from being a jerk to me” you smiled, scratching the large bird's chest.

“tha’s…tha’s good” Harry muttered, rubbing the back of his head.

“Harry?” you asked, he jumped slightly, biting his lip and looking at you from the corner of his eye “are you okay? you seem…nervous”

“aye, I jus’ think yeh should get home, don’ want yer ma getting mad at yeh” you slowly nodded, perching Dival on your shoulder and walking past harry to the doorway.

“alrig-“

“wait!” Harry's arm flashed out, grabbing yours, you turned back around, raising your brow.

“one moment you want me to leave and the next you don’t?” you laughed “make up your mind hook”

“i-I was jus’ wonderin’” Harry stuttered “if yeh would like ta…go on a date with meh? Maybe tomorrow? At Hades Greek restaurant?” your lips split into a grin and you nodded fervently, rocking back and forth on your heels.

“y-yeah! I would love too!!” you stood on your tiptoes and grabbed onto Harry's shoulder, making him lean down and kissing his cheek.

“see you tomorrow!!” you bolted out, Dival falling from your shoulder and catching himself midair.

You smiled and laughed to yourself all the way home, you couldn’t wait till tomorrow.

“what are you all smiley about, don’t like mom see you like that” your sister's nasty tone came around the corner, you spun around, the grin hardly slipping.

“Harry asked me out” Mal stared at you blankly, before a genuine Mal smile bloomed on her face.

“really? Nice, hope it goes well” you nodded, watching as Dival flew back up to the balcony again.

“yeah, don’t tell mom okay?”

“definitely”

You hummed to yourself, finally brushing through your hair and setting it into a Fishtail braid and then into a kinda messy bun.

Damn, it looked cute. Evie had burst into your room earlier, helping you with makeup and choosing an outfit.

Tight dark blue jeans, loose dark purple tank top, calf-high worn combat boots that were detailed and painted by you and Mal, a short dark forest green jacket.

You were freakin’ cute as hell.

Now harry told you to meet him at your dads restaurant, so there you would be!

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As you arrived, you locked eyes with Hades himself, odd, he preferred to be down in the caves under the isle.

Lucky you!

He discreetly gestured for you to come closer, and as you did he leaned in. “what are you so dolled up for little devil” he muttered, a sly “dad” grin on his face. You rolled your eyes.

“if you must know, Harry Hook asked me on a date and told me to meet him here”

“oh” your dads eyes and hair glowed for a split “well…congrats” he said sarcastically “enjoy your date”

You snorted, saluting him and walking off to a corner table.

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Hades bit his lip…two hours later and the son of hook had yet to arrive and you sat abandoned in the corner, head against the window.

The other customers had already left, the doors only open for harry to walk through.

But it was already 11:30pm, and Hook always demanded harry and Harriet be back at the ship by 11:45 (not that he cared about them, he just didn’t want them taken so someone else could use them)

Hades was thrown out of his stupor by you standing up and wiping a tear off your cheek.

“maybe he was held up by something?” Hades offered softly after Persephone had claimed you, he had made an effort to be nicer to you. “maybe James made him take another shift at the clock store? Or he helped Uma with her night shift?”

You gave a watery laugh, nodding your head softly “yeah maybe…thanks, but i’m gonna head home” you muttered, smiling as he patted your shoulder.

“well, if you need to, your welcome down in the caves, spot’s been able to visit for a week, and he wants to see you”

“thanks…dad” you walked out, closing the restaurant doors behind you. As you walked home, Dival soared in, landing gently on your shoulder, he bit at your ear.

“im fine Dival, just…tired” you muttered.

“weren’t you supposed to go on a date with my sister tonight?”

You paused, was that Mal?

A dark cruel laugh came from the dark corner ally a few feet away from you. “aye, but I was never going ta go, I used ‘er ta get ta yeh Malsy~”

It…that was Harry's voice? You stepped forward silently, holding in puke as you peered around the corner.

There was Mal, against the wall, arms around Harry's neck, her dark purple lipstick staining his lips and neck.

“how evil of you~!” she leaned back up, harry grinning as she pressed her lips to his.

He…he used you….to get to Mal…and she-and she!

You couldn’t breathe…or were you breathing too much? You turned and ran, not seeing the two jump apart at the footsteps, Mal stepped out from the ally, tilting her head at the receding back.

She didn’t recognize the person so she shrugged, waving bye to harry and heading home.

You let out a choked sob, running through the dark forest. A root caught on your foot, you screamed as you fell to the floor, the dying grass and roots scratching your face and arms.

You lied there, tears streaming down your cheeks and turning the dirt below you into mud.

“(y/n)?” you sat up, whipping around to see your mother, dival on her shoulder, but…she…didn’t look completely disappointed in you?

You sniffed, turning to sit on your butt, wiping down your face. “you're probably so disappointed…your daughter, upset over love” your voice cracked.

Your mother sighed “not…exactly, you needed to go through this at some point…to access this” your mother gestured around you.

You looked around, eyes widening.

The small amount of life around you…was turning to ash.

“wha-what?” you muttered, watching as a small patch of green grass slowly turned grey and turned to dust. “how am I-”

“unlike Mal” your mother started, tapping her knuckles against the trees, the sound hollow. “you have accepted your role as the daughter of Hades, so you will gain more of his abilities, one of which is to control life…and death.”

You sniffed, slowly standing up “but magic doesn’t work on the isle” Your mother smirked, you shivered.

“it's not magic, its power, the future goddess of death~”

She turned, reaching out and tilting your chin up. “now, unleash all your emotions…you'll feel better and release the energy building up”

You let out a shaky breath, memories of Mal and harry surging up.

“yes, unleash your rage”

You let out another choked sob, remembering Harry's cruel words.

You felt bile bubbling in your throat, but you ignored it, letting out a resounding scream.

“aaAAHHHHHHH!!!” you fell to your knees, blue and purple energy exploding around you, the trees turning to ash, the ground cracking beneath you.

Maleficent smiled, she would at least have one successful daughter.

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Idk if your still doing that character thing but how about lifty? (Icarehimsm)

i will never be done with it. as long as i still have opinions this will be my fate

favorite thing about them

hes PERFECT. he and shifty r so similar but so different...i love how hes so crafty and does stuff shifty makes him do sooo reluctantly. hes like OK, ILL MILK THIS COW. BUT I WONT LIKE IT. and i like how hes SO CUTE. i cant explain it i just see him and shifty and my brain floods with JOY!!!!!!! ALSO!!!!! REMEMBER WHEN THEY GAVE EVERYONE THE RAFT IN JUMPING THE SHARK...AAAAHHHHHHH

least favorite thing about them

i dont have a least favorite thing abt THEM, but i do hate how they went sooooo underused...ALSO they dont deserve the goriest deaths they are GOOD. their deaths are epic though, like in execution and stuff. it just pisses me off that they have so much potential in general and were so underused

favorite line

when he and his brother go DSHIDKSHGSDKLHGALFJDHJDLGHALFIERHFAREGR back and forth I CRY I ACTUALLY CRY

brOTP

HIM AND SNIFFLES cos theyre both into makin stuff!! liek lifty invades sniffles’ house to steal and sniffles is liek... um....this is mine...and lifty is like HOLY SHIT YOU MADE THAT??? CAN I HELP and they are pals :) lifty does most of the dirty work and sniffles makes plans and helps w it... and theyre just quiet and work and its nice cos lifty gets time away from everything and sniffles gets companionship :D also lifty gets sniffles to make devices to prank his brother and steal stuff liek teleporter rays and stuff...perfection. also him and his brother they hate each other but love each other :)

OTP

idk maybe him n sniffles? i dont rly ship him hes just a lifty!

nOTP

AAAHHH LIFTY/SHIFTY IS ILL KILL YOU ILL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU I HATE IT. but also him w characters i think r adults...

random headcanon

he likes to write short stories! he and shifty fight over the big 90s computer in their room for who gets to either play minecraft or write some more story that night. theyre mostly cyberpunk! he really likes the future and the idea of fixing it and its potential. it’s fun. he really likes kirby games, partly cos of the fucked up lore, but also just because calm and cute. he rly likes the thrill of the steal--whereas shifty steals to get more stuff, he steals cos its AWESOME and exhilirating. so whereas shifty goes after specific stuff, lifty maps out the building and decides what to take while theyre there. plus, he figures if they need food, shifty’ll get it. also i think hes autistic :D

unpopular opinion

shifty isnt abusive 2 him theyre both bastardous and if u think that you have never had a sibling before. also, i think its fucked up to humanize him and his brother w hooked noses seeing as theyre already fucking green and theives and thats super horrible. but twitter seems to disagree. i dont think they as little guys r antisemitic but uh. making them caricatures is

song i associate with them

stupid horse 100 gecs, action movie hero boy lemon demon, world is mine hatsune miku! ey look at him..casually...walking away like ACTION MOVIE HERO BOY!!!!

favorite picture of them

ALL !!!!!!!! but

they r so happy in this...and they have the delicious meats ;A;

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A Twist of Fate ch.35 -Epilogue

The Elementalists au

Beckett x MC (Oriana)

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I'm sorry to say that this is the end of this series! I have been writing this for about a year now, and it's difficult to let it go, but all things must come to end. Thank you all for reading, commenting, reblogging, and just falling in love with Beckett and Oriana. They are my OTP, and this has been my favorite series I've ever written. I do have another in the works though, and you can also catch 20 Seconds of Courage still going. Love you all, and thanks so so much for the support on this journey!!!

This AU is set after everyone graduates Penderghast, and Beckett and Oriana were never friends. Fate, however, may have a different plan for them.

One Year Later

“Beck, come on, I don’t want to be late!” Oriana shouted up the stairs to her husband.

“Just grabbing a couple more things! Be right down!”

She rolled her eyes before pressing a kiss to the head of their baby girl. “Your Daddy insists on bringing every little thing when we go out. He’s so silly, isn’t he?”

Their baby cooed and Oriana’s heart melted every single time. “Okay little one, we might as well get you in the car.” She was about to open the door when Beckett came bustling down.

“Ready! I think I got everything.”

Oriana rose an eyebrow as she saw him carrying the already overstuffed diaper bag, a swing, five stuffed animals, a play mat, and three more blankets. “You sure you managed everything? You’re not missing the bottles?”

Beckett’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, I forgot the bottles!!” He dashed into the kitchen.

“Yes, very silly indeed.” Oriana murmured, turning and walking out the door to Beckett’s SUV. Almost as soon as they found out they were expecting, he researched and raced out to buy two brand new vehicles, rated excellent in safety and style. Naturally, she thought that was overkill, but he couldn’t be convinced otherwise. They had extended their lease and in the new year were going to move into their new house, that they were having built on the land Beckett had shown her, with the trickling stream surrounded by flowers. They both loved their current neighborhood but needed a bigger space for their growing family, and often visited that place whenever they needed a break from life. Their daughter, Eliana, was born in June on a beautiful sunny day. Beckett had insisted on a name like Oriana’s, meaning the sun.

“Eliana means daughter of the sun. It really can’t be any more perfect. You’ve always been my sun, Ori.”

Oriana had made fun of him at the time, but she adored the way he thought. Their daughter was beautiful with auburn hair and golden eyes, the spitting image of Oriana.

It was going to be their first Christmas as a family, and they were headed over to Dave and Melissa’s house for a Christmas Eve brunch. As soon as Oriana finished buckling Eliana into the car seat, Beckett came rushing out, opening the passenger door for her, out of breath. She couldn’t help but notice that not only did he bring the bag of bottles, he also had two more bags filled with books.

“Beck, we’re only going to be there a few hours…”

“We must read something to her every hour, Oriana, she loves books and I intend to keep it that way.” He huffed before turning around and putting everything into the trunk. “Honestly, how many times do I need to say this.” He muttered under his breath.

“I heard that.” She called out.

“Good.” He replied, closing the hatch and getting into the driver’s seat. “Can’t have you forgetting how important it is.” He teased, except he was completely serious.

Oriana laughed, leaning over the center console and kissing him. “You’re such a dork.”

He just shrugged. “You love me.”

“I do, don’t I?” She giggled.

The drive to Dave’s was uneventful, and before long they pulled into the driveway. “Looks like everyone’s already here.” Beckett observed the cars already in the driveway.

“Shocker. I’m sure the others only brought 5 bags, and not 10, thus cutting their time in half.” Oriana joked.

“Ha ha, very funny. Come on, let’s go.”

Oriana grabbed Eliana while Beckett grabbed everything he’d brought. Ringing the doorbell, they could hear the cheerful laughter of their friends, as well as the other kids running around. Dave and Melissa’s son had just started walking, and he was always getting into things. A minute later, the door flung open.

“Aaaahhhhhhh they’re here!!!!” Shreya shrieked, jumping up and down in excitement. “Eeeeee let me see my little munchkin!!!!”

Oriana laughed as she handed over Eliana into the arms of her best friend. “It’s good to see you too, Shreya.”

“Come on, everyone’s in the living room!”

The four of them walked into the living room where Dave, Melissa, Zephyr, Tom, Jessie, and the three other kids were.

Tom gave a cheeky grin. “Hey guys! You finally made it! Beckett, you sure you brought everything you need? I don’t see your kitchen sink in there, and I really think you’ll need it, because Dave here doesn’t have one. And he certainly doesn’t have two.”

“You laugh, but a portable sink actually wouldn’t be a bad idea.” Beckett mused, carefully setting everything down in a corner. “It would actually be pretty convenient to wash her bottles on the go, and also spray her down when she explodes. I think I’ll look into that idea.”

Tom blinked. “Uh…you know I was kidding, right?”

“A lot of great thoughts start as jokes.” Beckett replied. “But anyways, I’m happy to see everyone.”

“Eliana’s first Christmas. I’m so excited. We’re coming over tomorrow right?” Zeph cooed, taking one of Eliana’s fingers and shaking it as she gave a toothless smile.

“Sorry, Zeph, but after we have our own little Christmas, we’re going over to the Harrington’s.” Oriana chirped. “Maybe New Year’s you can come.”

Beckett leaned in, wrapping his arms around Oriana’s waist and kissing her cheek. “If we still have space left after my parents spoil our little princess.”

Beckett couldn’t even begin to explain how happy he was. When Zeph and Shreya returned from their trip abroad, Oriana made sure to introduce them to the group. They fit right in, of course, they were both so outgoing and easy to get along with. Beckett couldn’t remember why he was never friends with them in college. Seeing Oriana so happy, they welcomed Beckett with open arms. Shreya even cried. Since then, everyone hosted dinner once a month, a potluck where everyone would bring a dish. It was a new tradition, one that Beckett couldn’t imagine not having anymore. His life was so different now. He never felt lonely, and he had a support group he couldn’t live without.

Even his parents had come around about Oriana. When Beckett first announced that they were married, they completely cut off communication. But then one day, when he came home from work, Oriana was sitting at the kitchen table with his mom, dad, and sister. Apparently, his wife had written each of them a personalized handwritten letter, professing her love for him, and that he saved her life on more than one occasion. She told them all about what Beckett had been doing since graduation, and invited all of them over for a sit-down chat, but never told Beckett. He would have been mad, furious even, if he wasn’t so completely awed at the fact she did that, laid all her feelings bare and let his family decide what to do. By the end of the night, everything had gone so well, they announced their pregnancy. Mrs. Harrington immediately latched onto Oriana, thrilled she was getting a grandchild. His father hugged him for a long time, telling Beckett how proud he was of him for forging his own life. And Katrina immediately began talking about a baby shower.

After they left, Beckett cried that night in happiness, amazed with the beautiful woman he was proud to call his wife. She was able to mend the rift between him and the rest of his family simply by being honest and straight-forward with them. She asked for nothing except a chance to show them the life they made, no more and no less, and he would be forever grateful. He hadn’t even realized how important it was to have their support until he received it.

As he looked around the room now, his heart was practically bursting. How did I even get here? How did I go from having nothing…to having everything?

He looked at his wife, who had taken back their child and was swaying Eliana with the beat of the soft music playing in the background. He looked at Dave and Melissa, who were now trying to comfort their son, whom had run into a table and was now crying. He was unsteady on his feet, but adored Tom and Jessie’s two kids, and always tried to keep up with them. Eliana was always watching the other kids, and it was obvious she wanted to join in. Beckett couldn’t wait for the day that she could. She was nine months old now and trying to crawl. It was only a matter of time. Shreya was showing Jessie fashion items on her phone, and Zeph was helping Tom bring out the wine. The other two kids hadn’t stopped running.

Oriana caught his eye from across the room and winked, smiling brightly. She really was his sunshine, and he was so proud to be with her. He sidled up to he, bumping her hip lightly. “Hey beautiful.”

“Hey handsome. You doing alright?”

“Of course.” He answered. “Just thinking about how we got here, to such a good place.”

“I still have my dark moments.” She murmured quietly.

“You do. But they’re part of who you are, and so I love them too. Besides, the main cause is no longer able to try and worm his way back into your life.”

Oriana beamed at him, and he couldn’t help but grin back. They’d come such a long way. He found his thoughts wandering once more, back to the previous winter, Before Eliana was born. She’d received a call from a lawyer who was representing a young woman pressing charges against Chase for rape. It was the same type of situation Oriana had been in. She’d been drugged and used by multiple men, all under instruction of Chase.

Oriana barely spoke for days, crying, and blaming herself for not doing something about him sooner, and now he’d hurt someone else the way he had hurt her. There was no light in her then, and she was barely keeping it together. Eventually Beckett was able to get her to open up, and she agreed to be a witness for the prosecution. She wasn’t the only victim the lawyer had managed to find. There were several more girls who found the strength to put Chase away for a long, long time because they banded together and told their respective stories. Each one a bit different, each one hurt by the same men. Chase wasn’t the only one who went to jail. And because of that, no one had to look over their shoulders anymore. Chase and his friends were locked up and wouldn’t be released in their lifetime. Each received the maximum sentence of twenty years per rape, and they were found guilty on all five of the girls who testified. The judge denied the appeals due to the heinous nature of the crimes. As it turned out, one of the men had secretly taped each incident. It was shocking to see and hear, and Oriana was a complete mess, even refusing to be in the courtroom when the videos were played…but it was undeniable proof, and without it, it’s possible they would not have been convicted. Oriana still kept in touch with the other four girls, and Beckett was so relieved that she had found even more support. She had support in all aspects of her life, more than just Beckett, even though she claimed he was enough. He believed her when she said that, but it didn’t change the fact that having others who have shared your experiences, no matter how horrible, is a comforting feeling. If there was ever a time Beckett couldn’t help her, he knew without a doubt she had so many people who cared for her that at least one of them would be able to help her through the moment.

They were happy. Their friends were happy. Wrapping his arm around Oriana’s shoulder, he saw her eyes turn to gold, and a soft glow emanate from her body. The first time he’d ever seen it was their first date. He hadn’t known it was possible for a person to glow, but then, Oriana wasn’t like anyone he’d ever met before. He was thrilled to call her his own.

Oriana set Eliana down on a chair so she could wrap her arms around Beckett’s neck, kissing his lips sweetly. “I love you, Beckett Harrington. Even with the 10 bags you insist we need for every outing.”

He kissed her again. “And I love you, Oriana Harrington. The love of my life. My heart has always belonged to you, you know.”

“I know.” She said slyly. “Actually…I think I always knew.”

“I’m so proud of you, Ori, truly. You are a remarkable human being.”

“And you, sir, are a sap.”

Beckett let out a hearty laugh. “But I’m your sap.”

Oriana placed a hand on his heart, smiling. “Yes. Yes, you are my sap.”

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shamemp3 · 4 years ago

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POSITIVE 20 QUESTIONS TAG GAME

@demondeals thank you for tagging me this was SO MUCH FUN!! ily!!

1. Name 4 fictional characters who showcase your personality the best, with explanations if you want.

aah this is hard okay so first and foremost peter parker. he’s one of those characters that have always been relatable in almost every aspect of life since i was a kid, especially when it comes to how he deals with his feelings and like his emotions and humor and his problems in general?? and then also jake peralta also because of feelings and how he tries to avoid them and be all!! fun fck yea!! and humor and idk?? also i love amy santiago so... third i think is percy jackson bc no thoughts head empty and he is impulsive and also brave and i would like to think that i am brave?? and yeh im trying to make this as short as possible and only vaguely explain but. it’s not working ksdfjbv okay fourth character is stiles stilinski ig?? like sarcasm and humor again, and idk this is all repeating but it all comes back to how he deals w his feelings and guilt and problems and idk the reasons are mostly the same with all these characters and yea there’s more but i feel like i am talking too much so i will stop skjdbvjk

2. Aesthetic

milkshakes and fries, neon lights, blasting the car radio, doing literally anything as long as it’s with friends, city lights, train rides at night, playing video games till sunrise, campfire smell, denim and flannels, drive-in movies

3. Favorite musical/play? (If you’ve never seen a musical or play, one you’d be interested in seeing?)

uhh i’ve only listened to hamilton which had some really cool beats! ive also listened to a few songs from dear evan hansen, wicked, mean girls, and oh now that i think about it i’ve seen the shrek musical on netflix and 10/10 phenomenal in every way that’s my favorite one

4. What is the best compliment you’ve ever received?

i know i’ve gotten compliments but for some reason i cant remember any?? like the second i read this question my brain went whoosh. idk probably whenever people tell me im funny or notice that im keeping my cool in a situation that is very NOT cool?? idk i really cant think of any rn jdfsbksdjb but there have definitely been compliments that i have thought about for weeks bc i was like....omg? me? kinda sad that i dont remember them i really hope i do soon bc i wouldnt wanna forget smth like that sjkdbdvhsb

5. How many times have you been in love?

i don’t think i’ve ever been in love (at least romantically)? im not certain but im 90% sure i haven’t. but when it comes to friends and family, sososos many times i lvoe them all

6. Embarrassing story or fact about yourself that makes you laugh now?

uhhh i got pantsed in like grade 7 bc i was being dragged across the floor and then this 9th grader came up to me in the middle of the hallway and yelled “HEY I SAW YOUR ASS” i wanted to perish

7. Favorite Disney/Pixar movie?

ooh probably zootopia or wall-e!!

8. Favorite flower or plant?

this is hard! i love ferns and sunflowers and hydrangeas and ooh also vines

9. What’s your favorite holiday?

i love new year’s eve! it’s just fun because we all just stay up and celebrate and there’s always this feeling of “oh i got through another year!” also 4th of july but not bc of the actual holiday just bc my old town used to have these 4th of july carnivals that were crazy fun and i used to go like almost every day when the carnival was in town

10. Name three things that made you laugh or smile this past week.

first one is my school posted a picture of me graduating on their facebook and my mom sent them the link to look at it and when they pressed on it they started replying to my mom thinking it was on whatsapp but they left like 7 comments on the school’s post in arabic so that was funny as fukckjdbf, second is atla bc i love that show and everyone is so precious, and number 3 is literally any conversation with any of my friends

11. What song would you play to introduce yourself to someone?

axel f by crazy frog. next question

12. Name something that truly makes you feel peaceful even at your most stressed moments.

probably watching one of my favorite movies (mr. popper’s penguins or itsv tbh) or like just going on any of my friend’s gcs and sending memes and stuff

13. What do you, did you, or would you study at college?

i plan on going into chemistry!! i might also minor in computer or environmental science, but i’m still undecided! crazy because up till a few months ago i had zero idea what i wanted to do and my plans kept changing like every week

14. This is kind of a weird one, but which outfit of yours makes you feel most like yourself?

probably my denim jacket or my really big red sweatshirt? idk tbh i really only buy clothes that i know i would feel myself in and that i would be comfortable, but i think those two are probably my favorites?

15. What is a quote you live by?

power of people is stronger than the people in power because i want to take down the evil government. this is the first one i thought of so it’s staying skjvbjksdb

16. Name the funniest playlist name you have.

i have ‘AAAAHHHHHHH’ and i have ‘mitten ski’ which is a playlist composed entirely of mitski songs

17. Make a reference to an inside joke you have with someone you love with zero context.

wanna touch knees?

18. What is a message you would give your younger self if given the chance?

please stand up for urself and talk ab ur feelings for the love of god it’s ok to admit to being not ok ?? also everything in the world is not ur fault, chill btich

19. Who is your favorite family member? (If you have no good blood family members, feel free to mention someone in your found family)

i can’t really do this bc i really do love all of them in a different way. i’m definitely closest to my mom because i’ve lived with her all my life, but i still can’t pick favorites

20. What’s a secret dream of yours?

to be an astronaut pls this isn’t a secret i just really want to be an astronaut or a superhero pls someone give me a radioactive eel bite or send me to space or something. also to be able to be more open w people and to visit aleppo again

i’m tagging: @natasharxmanov @anthonydarling @parkersedith @jessjones @anxieteandbiscuits if you guys want to!!! ily all very much

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Alright, story time...

I had a dream last night about Nikki Sixx and I’m still hyperventilating over it a little bit.

I was working in a tattoo parlour, like at the front desk, and Nikki was in getting a tattoo and I was minding my business, keeping my shit together somehow.

But then! he came to pay or whatever and he was flirting with me and in a case of incredible dream realism I had no fucking clue what to do or say. I was just smiling and blushing and shy and nervous as hell and I kept looking down so then... god this bit killed me... he kind of hooked his fingers under my chin and made me look up at him and he was leaning in and all smirky and, I mean, you know the Nikki Sixx look right??!?

I almost died! I almost dream died! I didn’t know what to do at all and he clearly thought it was cute or entertaining or some shit because he told me he’d see me next time he came in to finish his tattoo.

And even in the dream part of my mind was saying “don’t fall for it, this is Nikki Sixx, this is just what he does, don’t be dumb” but then a bigger part was just like AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

#and that's what happened #I'm still dying thinking about it #he killed me #via my subconscious #fucking #nikki sixx #if I could get a sequel though...#motley crue #dream #storytime #crueheads #80s rock #hair metal #tommy lee #mick mars #vince neil #tattoos

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 6 years ago

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Finished s1 ep1 again.

Some random thoughts as the episode progressed:

God, I missed you Lee, you beautiful man...

“It just goes to show, people will up and go mad when they believe their lives are over.” One of my favorite [and the truest] lines of the entire series and it’s said by a throwaway officer character that’s going to die in 2.5 seconds...

I will never get tired of watching Lee slip on that pool of blood haha

Clementine is so little and her hat is so clean aaaahhhhhhh

I really wish Lee had thought to gather up some of Clem’s things that she’d definitely want in the future; photos of her parents, maybe her favorite toy, some of her coloring stuff, some clothes? C’mon, lemme see her Disco Broccoli merch

The answering machine messages from Clem’s mom just...😭😭😭

Also, I decided to wait until night this time to mix it up a bit, since I always go find help right away and I forgot that CHET DIES IF YOU WAIT OOPS

“It smells like...”

“Shit.”

*GASP* 😂😂😂

Oh, hai Kenny.

You and I are about to become best friends because I will be doing everything in my power to fuck Lilly over every chance I get. Consider it revenge for the future... that doesn’t make a whole lotta sense but Lilly’s going to kill Mitch and kidnap my children and I think it’s only fair that I squish her father’s head before... she does... that? I guess?

Anyway...

“I wanna build a fence!” 😁

Okay, Duck, but only if you pinky swear that you won’t kill Shaun, okay?

It’s interesting to go back to s1 and see everyone be like, “Oh, the government will sort this out! The military will take care of the walkers! Thing’ll go back to normal eventually!” and know that none of that is going to happen, in fact, the opposite will happen is really... sad.

Clementine has no idea that she has a hard eight years ahead of her...

“You know what you’re doin’? You got kids of yer own?”

Why yes, there’s my daughter, Clementine. My boy Louis, my disaster child Mitch, my little nugget Violet, and-

DUCK

YOU PINKY SWORE-

Shaun’s dead and Hershel and his John Deer attire are mad at me.

UGH

Shut up Lilly

Shut up Larry

SHUT UP LILLY

I will never miss an opportunity to call Lilly an asshole.

Oh no. Larry’s heart. Oh no...

I just noticed that Larry has tattoos on his arm. One on his upper arm and one on his forearm, I think? Can’t tell what they are, though.

Can I just give all the candy bars to Clem? Fuck Larry, he don’t need one.

And yes, I will be ignoring both of them. I refuse to feed him and I refuse to talk to her this episode.

“Being good is... good.” Lee, you’re so awkward I can’t-

Carly, you and your damn batteries I swear. How do you put batteries in wrong??

God, the controls of this game are much wonkier than s4. It really makes me appreciate the improvements the developers made.

“He is kind of cute in that parent’s basement sort of way...”

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

The scene where Lee and Clementine are in the back room and they’re moving the desk is really sweet. Her little expressions and grunts as she’s helping are adorable. Also, her getting teary eyed about her finger?

“It hurt.” 😟

Clem, trust me, that little cut is going to feel like a brief tickle compared to the shit that’s gonna happen to your arm and leg...

But Lee’s such a good dad but

Lee: *opens first aid kit* Nothin’ I need in there

Me: Lee, I don’t care if you need it or not IT’S THE APOCALYPSE TAKE EVERYTHING

Carly, can you stop calling me a murderer in front of my daughter??

I just tried to break a car window with a pillow and now all I can think about is little child Louis hiding under his pillow collection terrified of what’s happening and now I’m incredibly sad...

Wait, does that spark plug thing really work on car windows...?

AXE

I let the lady shoot herself and now Glenn and his baseball cap are sad.

Doug is wearing long socks with sandals...

And he has a polar bear on his shirt...

And he doesn’t ever swear...

And he has a bunch of AV codes memorized...

Doug.

Just... who are you? What’s your story?? Why won’t the game let you tell me??

I tried to unlock the padlock with a remote and now Doug thinks I’m dumb.

Lee talking to his brother breaks my heart. Just, Lee being here after his family’s gone after not talking or seeing them for so long and then having to ax his brother FIVE times... 😟😟😟

Lilly: God, you’re amazing! Let’s-

Shut up, Lilly.

Lilly: I gotta get my dad out of here!

BleH blEH i goTA gET My dAD ouT of HeRE BLEH

I can’t help it guys... I know she’s not nearly as bad this season but doesn’t mean I can’t stand her

Y’know, they really screwed Doug over. It’s not surprising that most people don’t pick him the first time around because you barely interact with him.

With Carley, there are multiple times where you talk to her, you help her with her radio, she goes with you to get Glen, she’s a great shot... I feel if they were to ever do a remastered version of this season with bonus content, they should give Doug more back story and more interactions to try and even it out because the poor guy is just... there.

I’ve saved Doug before and he does have so really funny moments. My favorite being in ep3 where he goes to fix the RV and it’s just a shot of him fucking banging on it with a hammer haha

But, I usually pick Carly because she gives me the opportunity to share my past with everyone in ep3 and I always want to be honest with everyone. Also, not gonna lie... I lowkey ship Lee and Carly. Just sayin’.

Oh Larry... Can’t wait until next episode, you ass hat.

Bye, Glenn. Tell Rick I said hello.

This is such a great start to what would be a terrific first season. It’s a great introduction to Lee’s character and his interesting backstory, as well as the beginning of his bond with Clementine.

Also, the final shot where all the lights go out and you can see Clementine sprinting towards Lee is such a great way to end it.

And I’m looking at my stats for the episode and only 30% of people saved Duck? Wow. AND 48% of people chose Carly??? Wow.

That’s so damn interesting.

#twdg #twdg clementine #twdg lee #twdg lilly #twdg carly #twdg doug #twdg larry #twdg kenny #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg mitch #lee everett #this one ended up pretty long so i put a keep reading thing in there

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silentorator · 6 years ago

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10x10, a hundred images of loving you

Dan and Phil at Christmas through the years.

word count: 9691

This was written for the @phandomreversebang. It’s based on this wonderful art by the v talented @pina-colester. Also, I couldn't have done this without my beta @kfc-chickenyo who very patiently and meticulously checked my work.

Read on AO3 or read on Tumblr under the cut (beware, it is LONG)!

May 2019 There is a folder on his phone, of ten images. Random, blurry photos, the ones that people would normally delete, but separated out from the normal mass of failed selfies that normally made up his camera roll. He doesn't add to it often, and usually not in September, but it's currently open. Dan blinks at his phone to see if the screen changes, but nope, it's still there.

“Phil” he calls down the hall, poking his head out the door. “Didja touch my phone?”

“Yeah,” comes the response. “Was looking for a photo from the tour.”

“Mmm,” Dan says under his breath as he grabs his wallet and keys; they’re on their way out. It would be no good to miss the train to Peej’s wedding.

```’’’

“Borf” Phil whispers, juggling Dan’s shoulder. Dan turns away from the window, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Are you okay?” Phil asks more seriously, “You are rather quiet.”

“Just thinking about when I used to ride the train.” Dan says back softly, “it seems like so long ago.”

Phil settles his chin on Dan’s shoulder and they both go back to looking at the scenery rush by. “Yeah,” he says. “We were so young back then.”

```’’’

December 22, 2009

Dan smiled out the window as Phil chattered excitedly in his ear. “I can't wait for you to get here. I have the script planned out already — we’ll film all the inside stuff today because it is already dark—”Phil's voice dropped into a growl. “—because of the ETERNAL DARKNESS.” Dan giggled and Phil continued, “And then we can do all the outdoor parts tomorrow. What do you think, Dan Da-Dan, Dan?”

Dan giggled and covered his mouth as he smiled at the winter scenery rushing by outside the train window. “I just can't wait to be there.”

```’’’

“Aarrghh!” Dan yelled as he ran at Phil with two icicles. He ran past the camera and then turned around. “Did you get it?” he asked breathlessly.

Phil shrugged, “Let's do it one more time, just in case? If you don't mind?” Dan shook his head as he walked back behind the bush.

“No problemo, captain.” As he waited for Phil to tell him to start again, he shook his head. How was he, boring Dan from Wokingham, somehow getting to be in Manchester filming with THE AmazingPhil? It was a dream come true.

“Okay, go.”

“AAAAhhhhhhh!” Dan ran directly at Phil this time, ears of his cap flapping as he bounced. “Ahhh!” Phil yelled back as Dan got too close. “Okay, I think we got it,” he said, turning off the camera. “Let's go in, my nose is going to become an icicle if I stay out here any longer!”

```’’’

“You go change first while I make hot chocolate,” Dan said as they stomped the snow off their boots. “You always make it too sweet!”

“Sweet like you,” Phil said, smiling as he hopped up and down to get out of his boots. “Thanks bear!” He pressed a lightning fast kiss on Dan’s cheek and then ran off inside.

Dan shook his head fondly, bending down to straighten up their shoes and then tsking as he picked up Phil’s wet socks. “I’m not your mother!” he called after the other boy.

```’’’

Phil came back in just as Dan was putting the mugs in the microwave. “Okay, now you can go change; you’re dripping water everywhere!”

“Yeah.” Dan grimaced scrunching his toes, which still felt damp.

“Also,” Phil said, his voice suddenly much closer behind Dan than before, “I’m glad you aren’t my mother, because otherwise—” Dan froze as arms snaked around his waist “—I couldn't do this”

Dan squeaked and jumped as Phil reached down and pinched his bottom. “Phil!” the other boy smiled unrepentantly, “You’re so cute when you blush.”

```’’’

By the time Dan had dried off and changed into his pyjamas, the kitchen was empty and he followed the smell of warm chocolate into the living room. Phil had turned off all of the lights, except for the fireplace and the Christmas tree, and had made a blanket nest in the corner of the couch.

“Come join me in my lair!” Phil said, his head popping out of the pile of blankets. Phil handed Dan his mug of hot chocolate as he got settled, curled up under Phil’s arm.

“There is a truly horrendous number of marshmallows in this drink,” Dan said softly getting fluff on his nose as he took a sip.

Phil hummed contentedly back at him, “But it is so good!”

The boys finished their hot chocolate quietly, enjoying the warmth of the fire, the twinkling Christmas lights and the snow falling gently outside. Phil slid down to let his head drop onto Dan’s shoulder as his eyes closed and Dan gently moved the cups to the ground. As the fire crackled comfortingly, the clock ticked to midnight. Dan pulled out his phone slowly as not to disturb Phil. Dan only had one more half day in Manchester, but this had already been the best Christmas yet.

Dan opened up the camera and snapped a photo of the room. In the corner, there was Phil’s spiky hair, highlighted by the glow of the flames. Then letting the phone fall to the carpeted ground, Dan too put his head down and went to sleep, curled up in the happiness of the day and the comfort of the moment.

```’’’

May 2019

“Peej!” Dan exclaimed as they walked in the door, “How are you? How are you feeling?” Phil followed up behind him. PJ was tugging on the collar of his suit.

“Ah you know, the usual, about to marry the love of my life” he straightened up and turning away from his dresser, “Never better!”

Dan clapped a hand on his shoulder, “Glad to hear it dude, you and Sophie are great together.”

PJ looked over at Phil, punching him gently in the arm, “When are you gonna tie this one down?” he jerked a thumb at Dan. “He's been your fan for ten years, you wouldn't want him to get away now,” PJ started elbowing Dan, “maybe with that handsome, successful Evan Peters? I hear he's going to be in London for a premier next month.”

Dan rolled his eyes, but suddenly Phil was looking rather nervous, “Ahhh, Peej, you know how I am, I wouldn't know what to say - I’d probably make a Mario joke while proposing and ruin it all… anyways, we better go sit down, gotta have time to find the best seats on the beach, bye PJ!”

Phil pulled Dan away, as they waved to PJ who turned back to the mirror. “What was that?” Dan asked Phil as they walked down to where the chairs were set up. “Why are you being so sketchy?”

Phill just eyed him sideways, “Mario” he sang and then took off slightly faster down the beach.

```’’’

December 23, 2010

It was becoming a tradition to make Christmas videos with Phil. Even though he had had to go home after exams had ended, Dan had managed to convince his mum to let him go back up to Manchester to spend the days before Christmas with Phil, who this year, had his own apartment.

“Do you think I should keep the Jesus or Mario part, Phil?” Dan yelled from where he was slouching on the couch, laptop on his chest. They had just finished filming AmazingDan 2, sitting in front of Phil's tiny Christmas tree, and Phil was making them hot chocolate and coffee for the long night of editing they had in front of them.

“Yeah, keep it, I think it should be fine,” Phil said back, coming into the room with coffee for himself and hot chocolate for Dan. “Look, I didn't even put a mountain of marshmallows in yours this time!” he said, setting the cup down on the table next to Dan.

Dan looked up, “Wow that's some growth, I'm shocked.” Phil shoved at Dan’s shoulder, and then they both looked down, dismayed, at the coffee that spilt, just barely missing the laptop and landing instead on Dan’s chest.

“Owwwww, Philll!” Dan whined, sitting up and putting his laptop on the table, “How could you?”

“Sorry,” Phil pouted back at him, making a sad puppy face, “I'm sowwy” Dan reached down and took Phil’s cup from him before shoving him back into the couch and then belly flopping on top of him.

“Hey!” Phil laughed as they started pinching and tickling, “You’re rubbing your coffee shirt all over me!”

Dan stopped fighting back and rested his chin on Phil’s arm, “Yeah, it serves you right you monster!” They lay there, catching their breath for a moment before they climbed off the couch,

“Alright, let's go get changed.”

```’’’

Dan came back to the living room and threw himself back on the couch, before rolling over and groaning as he pulled his phone out from under his back. It was already on, and the camera was pulled up, they must have triggered it while wrestling. It was blurry but Dan could just make out silver streaks of light from their rave tree and a big red blur that was him and Phil. Dan smiled, thinking back to last Christmas. He saved his two photos to an unnamed folder. Maybe he would keep this as just one more tradition, but this one just for himself.

```’’’

May 2019

“Do you ever think people notice how much time we spend at the snack table?” Dan asked as he added another bunch of carrot sticks to his plate. “I'm pretty sure we have spent at least half the reception here,” he continued.

“Nah,” Phil replied, “the rest of the guests are too busy dancing, they wouldn't notice us.” He looked at Dan’s plate and frowned, “Why are you eating carrots? We are at a wedding!”

“Just because we are at a wedding doesn't mean it’s time to be unhealthy,” Dan retorted, “Aren't we both supposed to be eating healthy? What are they going to say when we get back to the gym on Monday?” he poked Phil in the stomach.

“It's fine” Phil whined, “This is only my fourth cookie.” Dan did a double take. “Fou- WHAT? Philip Lester give me that cookie now!” but Phil, giggling just dodged Dan’s hand and stuffed the cookie in his mouth, quickly running out onto the dance floor.

```’’’

December 22, 2011

“Hey! Get out!” Dan yelled as Phil burst into his room without knocking, “I'm trying to wrap your Christmas present!”

Phil whirled around and cover his eyes, walking out of the room “Ooh! Sorry!” He slammed the door, then started excitedly knocking on it, “Dan we should bake, we can make a video of how to bake Christmas cookies!”

Dan finished wrapping the present and hastily shoved it under his bed before jumping up to yank open the door. “Yeah, let’s do it! I’ll get the ingredients, you get the camera.”

```’’’

Dan was almost giddy as they started to film, sliding into the kitchen and almost bowling over Phil. Playing with the tinsel, swatting each other with the rolling pin and cutting out funny shaped Christmas cookies - to some people it might have just been a simple Delia Smith recipe, but Dan was finally feeling the freedom of adulthood.

He had been terrified to drop out of uni, but moving in with Phil had been maybe one of his best decisions, after stalking the guy on YouTube. He had moved in 5 months ago, his channel was growing, and most importantly he was happy. Maybe it was sad that it was such a novelty, but this was Dan’s third good Christmas in a row, and they only seemed to be getting better.

“How many Christmases out of ten?” Phil asked as Dan took a bite of the placenta cookie,

“Twelve” he groaned taking another bite before shoving the rest of the cookie into Phil’s mouth.

“Mmm! It's good!” the other boy said.

“Yesssss!” Dan hissed as he shoved the rest of the cookie in his mouth, not only was the cookie good but so was his life.

```’’’

Dan and Phil laughed excitedly as they tumbled through the door of their Manchester flat, falling down in their excitement to get in and celebrate. Phil got his shoes off first, kicking them over to the side, and started doing victory laps around the small sitting room.

“We just finished our first Christmas special, we are real announcers, REAL radio hosts, REAL ADULTS!” He jumped up onto the sofa and then bounced back down.

Dan laughed at him, and then after taking his own victory lap tackled Phil into the sofa yelling, “We aren't going to starve because we have REAL jobs!”

The boys sat up. “We should celebrate,” Dan said stretching and cracking his back. “Order in Indian and Great British Bake-Off on the couch?”

Dan smiled. “Yeeeeee.”

```’’’

They ended up classing up their TV Indian dinner with champagne to celebrate their first, of hopefully many, Christmas radio specials, and by midnight they were resting comfortably against each other and the edge of the couch, slightly against each other, letting the TV play in the background.

Phil shifted behind Dan’s shoulder. “I should head to bed since I have to get up early to go see my parents,” Phil said as he stood up and stretched.

“Ah yes, Kathy and Nigel,” Dan slid down on the couch stretching out his legs. “You go on, I’ll just be a minute.” As Phil moved around the room turning off the tv and picking up their plates, Dan pulled out his phone from his pocket and sneakily snapped a photo - Phil arms full of plates, looking soft in his pyjamas silhouetted by their rave tree. Phil had stopped and looked back at Dan on the couch.

“Yeah yeah, I'm coming,” Dan said. Standing up and grabbing their champagne cups, “One day we have got to get proper flutes,” he mumbled.

They put the dishes in the sink to wash tomorrow, and Phil wrapped his arms around Dan. “One day,” he said, “we will have dozens of flutes and maybe even a dog. But for tonight,” he pulled Dan down the hall, “we have time, now to sleep.”

```’’’

May 2019

Dan finally caught up with Phil in the middle of the dancefloor, where he was having what looked like a very serious conversation with Hazel Hayes’ pregnant stomach.

“Oh hello, Dan!” Hazel said looking at him over Phil’s head, “Phil here is just telling my baby about how her mummy is a famous vlogger.”

“Ah yes.” Dan commented, stepping next to Hazel and resting a hand on Phil’s back, “Capital £ester, back at it, training his protegee!”

Phil popped his head up at that, “That's not true, I’m just giving her some tips, it's never too early to start thinking about your 401k.”

“Oh God,” Dan groaned before telling Hazel, ‘We had to file an extension on our taxes this year and Phil won’t let us live it down.”

Hazel laughed, “Well it sounds like you boys have a lot to talk about, I’ll leave you to it. I really gotta go pee. Again.”

As she walked away, Dan turned to Phil and asked, “Do you want to dance?”

Phil raised an eyebrow, “Here? Someone may see us.”

Dan looked around, taking in the number of their friends and colleagues who were hanging out, and then back at Phil, “Aw, fuck it. It's not like the fans don't already have an idea, let’s just dance, who cares if we end up in the back of someone's vlog.”

```’’’

December 25, 2012

They had moved to London, which should have been exciting. This was their first Christmas in their new, nicer apartment, which should have also been exciting. They had just finished their second, very successful radio show and Dan was close to hitting a million subscribers. They had been asked to do a weekly show on the BBC and so many other things, but more than all of that, 2012 was just hard. And Dan felt so numb.

Dan exhaled, rolling over in his bed, pulling his duvet with him, as he heard Phil knock on his door. He curled in on himself. “Dan?” Phil called softly, “The food is here, do you want to come out?”

Dan didn't say anything, hopefully, Phil would think he had fallen asleep after the show. He hadn’t been out of the house for anything other than the radio in weeks.

The was a soft thump and what sounded like Phil’s head hitting the door, but he didn't call out again. And after what felt like a small eternity, Dan heard him shuffling away down the hallway. Dan heard the radio start in the living room playing Christmas carols that whispered their way into the darkness of his room.

```’’’

Dan reached an arm out for his phone groggily. He must have fallen asleep at some point.

12:01 A.M.

Christmas was over, and he couldn't hear Phil.

Dan stumbled out of bed, clutching his phone and pulling the black and grey comforter with him and opened the door. The flickering Christmas lights were still on, but the flat was silent, and when he reached the living room, Phil was sitting on the couch, head tipped back and eyes closed. Dan went over to stand next to him, looking down at Phil. Phil shivered and Dan felt the guilt wrap around his throat and drip down to sit in the bottom of his stomach.

Phil didn't deserve this. He had been taking care of Dan for the past 3 years. He deserved better than a moody boyfriend who flipped out over the accidental release of a sweet, romantic video and was too ashamed to tell even his own family about them. And now, Phil had just spent Christmas Eve alone.

Dan draped his own duvet over Phil, tucking it around him gently, and turned to put on the fireplace.

“Hey,” Phil rasped from behind him softly. Dan turned, meeting Phil’s eyes and then looking away. He sat down on the couch next to the other boy, as the fire started to slowly warm the room and then, hesitantly, leaned over until his cheek rested on Phil’s shoulder.

Phil turned his face to press a slow kiss to the top of Dan’s head “It's okay.” he murmured.

A tear ran down Dan’s cheek and Phil put an arm around the younger boy’s shoulder. “We’ll be okay.”

```’’’

Dan didn't take his photo until the next morning. He and Phil had fallen asleep together, sitting upright on the couch and sometime in the night, the fire had gone out. But when Dan woke briefly the next morning, the snow was softly falling and he took a photo of Phil’s face, illuminated the gently, clean morning light before ducking under the duvet with Phil and falling back asleep.

```’’’

May 2019

The music had transitioned from the more energetic songs where Phil was in danger of hitting people while dancing to a slower song. Dan inched forward until he could rest his chin on Phil’s shoulder.

“Did you ever think we would reach this point?” he asked quietly, looking out at all the other couples swaying slowly under the light blues and purples of the mood lighting. PJ and Sophie had not left the dance floor all night, and they were there, on the back edge, swaying and staring into each other's eyes.

Phil hummed in Dan’s ear. “I don't know, but I knew I always wanted to make it work, and we’re still here, so we must be doing something right.”

Dan sighed contentedly, ”Yeah, I guess we are. After all, we did end up okay, didn't we.”

```’’’

December 20, 2013

“Kiss it, kiss it” Dan chanted, waving the plasma globe in front of Phil’s face. Phil ducked away, laughing.

“No, no! It makes my face smell funny! It tingles!” He managed to grab it away from dan and throw it down on the couch. “I’ll kiss you though!”

Dan mockingly sighed as Phil pulled him in and planed an overly dramatic kiss on his cheek.

“Do you really have to go?? You can just not visit your parents this year,” he said, scrunching his face up against Phil’s shoulder.

“Or you can just come with me? It can be like 2009 again.” Phil countered.

“No…” Dan sighed and pushed away from Phil, “No, the fans will wonder why I'm going to your family’s house for Christmas and then they will start asking questions again…” The mess of last year had finally died down, although the video still popped up every couple of months.

“I’ll be good here,” Dan continued with slightly forced cheeriness, “I can eat all the cheesy noodles I want, and maybe even just a block of cheese plain - “

“Eurgh” Phil moaned,” Why would you eat cheese, let alone PLAIN cheese?” Dan laughed and this time it was real.

“Because I'm not a heathen, you heathen!” He gave Phil a quick peck. “Now go see your family, and tell the Lester clan I said hi.”

```’’’

Dan was lounging on the sofa in front of the fireplace, bundled up in a blanket, laptop on his chest, deep in the midst of a Google deep dive when he heard the doorbell ring.

Dan looked at the time on his laptop and decided to ignore it, it was probably someone lost and anyways, no one they knew would be visiting them at 11:00 pm.

The bell kept ringing and Dan groaned throwing off the blanket and getting up. He jogged down the hall and looked out the door window, all he could see were flowers. Dan opened the door cautiously. “Yeah?”

“Delivery for Dan Howell, cutest cuddle bear of all time?” the man said reading off a card.

Dan grimaced. “Yeah that's me?” the man laughed and handed dan the bouquet of roses and a soft plush brown bear. “Merry Christmas!”

Dan heard skype start to ring as he walked down the hall, laughing at the card that came with the bear. “Hey!“ he said, accepting Phil’s call and plopping back down on the couch. “I’m assuming you are the ‘most romantic and handsome-er than Thor boyfriend’ who sent me this?”

Phil smiled, “Yeah, I didn't want you to be alone on Christmas, so that is Phil 2, a bear for my bear!”

Dan blushed and Phil started to laugh. “Look, it's just like the old days, back on Skype yet again.”

```’’’

This was almost as nice as having Phil here for Christmas, Dan thought to himself as he pulled out his phone to take his annual photo. He snapped a picture of the corner of his laptop, fireplace, mirror and Christmas wreath in the background, all lit with a warm, soft glow.

Maybe they were too old to be staying up till 3 am talking on Skype like they used to or maybe not, but it was Christmas, and Dan was cosy under his blanket with the fire crackling merrily and Phil 2 tucked into the crook of his elbow. And as Phil had said just a year ago, it was all okay.

```’’’

June 2019

Dan trudged up the stairs, throwing his keys down on the table and letting his coat slide off his shoulders before flopping down on the couch.

“Hey!” He heard Phil jogging down the stairs “How did it --” Phil looked at Dan. “I thought you were excited for this event, it wasn't one of those days, was it? Did you force yourself to go?” He paused and Dan let the silence hang. “I'm sure Young Minds would have let you call it off if you really couldn’t.”

Dan rolled over to lay down facing Phil, who came to sit next to him. “No,” he finally said sighing, “I was fine today, and it was a good event, but one of the boys had a panic attack while I was talking and…” Dan trailed off, shifting closer to Phil on the couch.

“He came to talk to me after, to apologize, and just, his story-” Dan paused again, “His story was so much like mine, and all I could do was tell him that it gets better.”

Phil put an arm around Dan, “What did the kid say?” he asked.

“I mean, the kid nodded and said yeah he knew that but,” Dan sat up, shaking off Phil’s hand, “I know how I was at that age, I know he’s just saying that. I didn't even really believe it could get better until like, 2016.” Dan slumped back down, “I don't know, it just took me back.”

Phil didn’t say anything, and instead just sat and let Dan use him as a pillow as he sorted his thoughts out. It had taken him an embarrassingly long time, and several joint therapy sessions to understand that sometimes, Dan didn't want his solutions to problems like these, he just wanted someone to listen.

Finally, Phil shifted, “Coffee or hot chocolate?” he asked, and Dan stood up and smiled down at him.

“Hot chocolate I think, for tonight. I’ll help you make it.”

```’’’

December 25, 2014

“They really liked the Festive Day in the Life,” Dan remarked as he walked into the kitchen. Phil was already in there, was rubbing his nose. “Did you bump into the door again? he asked, laughing.

“Yeees,” Phil whined, pouting, “We really need to make sure our next flat has no glass doors, they are a hazard.”

They made their way into the living room and Phil turned on the TV.

“We really aren’t that festive this year,” Dan said as their anime started up. “Eating cereal and watching Attack on Titan, what Christmas cheer!” he continued sarcastically.

“My family is coming over this afternoon, we can be Christmassy then. Also, shhh.” Phil nudged Dan, “I’m missing stuff.”

“What are you missing?” Dan scoffed, “We have seen this three times already!” but he smiled as he settled into his sofa crease, and their familiar morning routine began.

```’’’

“Our flat is not big enough for four excitable Lesters in addition to us.” Dan thought has he escaped into his bedroom for a breather. They were currently playing charades in the living room and, even though Dan had known the Lesters for ages, he was feeling a little claustrophobic. His family had never celebrated… this boisterously.

He heard his door open and close softly behind him but didn’t turn around, instead, watching Phil walk up behind him in the reflection of the dark computer screen on his desk, toying with his phone. Cool hands slid onto his shoulders under the neck of his jumper that had started feeling too warm in their living room.

“You okay?” Phil asked softly. Dan took a breath and closed his eyes for a moment then craned his neck back and smiled at Phil.

“Yeah, I’m good, I just needed a moment.” he got up and wrapped an arm around Phil’s neck, settling his chin on Phil’s shoulder, “It all was a bit overwhelming for a second there,”

Phil returned the hug, standing, still waiting for Dan to be the one to pull away.

Dan sighed, relaxing further and feeling his heart rate go down some more, and as he glanced down, saw that his camera app had opened up in selfie mode.

It wasn’t a great photo - an incomprehensible shot of Phil’s back, one of Dan’s hands, and mainly the ceiling, but Dan snapped the picture anyway. He wanted to remember this moment, and Phil’s observant comfort, for times to come.

```’’’

After the Lesters had gone to sleep in the guestroom, and Phil’s room, the boys ended up, as they often did on Christmas, curled up under a blanket in front of the fire. Phil turned off the radio, and they sat in the peaceful quiet, watching the flickering of the fire and listening to each other breathing until they finally picked up and went off to sleep in Dan’s room, calm and content.

```’’’

July 2019

Their whole life was packed up in boxes again Dan thought as he walked through the flat looking for any last things that they may have dropped. Last time they had moved, they had lost the announcement moose and people on Twitter had almost rioted.

“Remind we why we are moving again?” Phil complained, walking back into the house, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

“Forever home, our life goal?” Dan questions back at him teasing, moving really has been a long process.

“But it’s really hot!” Phil moaned picking up another box.

Dan sighed, “Yeah, everything I’m wearing is sticking to me. It’s gross.”

```’’’

They stood surveying all the boxes and the safety wrapped furniture the movers had deposited in each room before leaving and heaved a synchronized sigh. “Now to unpack,” Dan said, “Maybe we should just do the bed and then go to sleep?”

“Yes. I'm so tired,” Phil complained. But as they turned off the lights and the settled down into bed an hour later, Phil rolled over to face Dan.

“Isn't this is exciting? We’ve come so far since you were living with me in my tiny Manchester flat.”

“Yeah,” Dan said softly, “it's been a wild ride.”

```’’’

December 24, 2015

Dan had an intense sense of déjà vu as he snuck up the stairs with the box containing Phil��s present. The last time he had had to sneak around to wrap Phil’s present had been when they were back in Manchester and had been literally inseparable. It also had not helped that the apartment was so small they were basically living in each other's pockets. In London, Dan had usually waited until Phil went out to the shops before running to get everything wrapped and hidden. This year, however, in the midst of Europe TATINOF, there hadn't been time for Dan to get the gift wrapped.

“Dan? Is that you? Why do your footsteps sound funny?” Phil called from upstairs where he was editing their Christmas video. Dan heard the chair roll back and he made a dash for his room.

“Damn you, Philip,” he yelled, “I was being sneaky!”

He heard Phil thump against his closed door where he had been a minute too late to catch Dan.

“I just want a hint as to what my present is,” he said through the crack under the door, “Just one little hint.”

Dan grinned at the pink squishy blobfish, squeezing its weird little cheeks. “No hints, but I think you are going to like it.”

```’’’

The next day, ripping through his presents, Phil had liked the little blobfish and had promptly packed it in his bag to take with him up to his parents’ house.

```’’’

“Are you sure you don't want to come up with me? I think there is still time for us to buy an extra train ticket,” Phil asked as he and Dan lounged on the sofa with their computers.

“Nah, I'm good,” Dan said, “You enjoy your post-Christmas and New Year’s Eve with your family. I think I’ll call mine and see if they are doing anything for me to go down to visit them for a couple of days.”

Phil nodded, “Okay, whatever you say captain.”

```’’’

As the shadows slowly crept up the floor and onto the coffee table, and then the sofa, Phil finally put down his laptop, stretched, and then reached over to pull Dan’s computer away from him too.

“I think 4 hours of browsing is enough on Christmas Day, don't you?” Dan frowned up at him,

“I wasn't browsing, I was reading the reactions to the TABINOF audiobook.”

“Even so,” Phil said, offering Dan a hand and pulling him to his feet. “I would say let’s do more to celebrate, but I’m honestly too tired. Touring is hard work,” Phil said leading the two of them down the hall.

“Oh no, Phil has to do work,” Dan mocked gently, “Whatever will he do?”

“Shush Mr. Grinch or you won't get any hot chocolate,” Phil retorted, pulling out his adventure time mug and the Hello Kitty mug.

“Ooh, I'm going to be drinking Hello Kitty brains tonight am I?” Dan asked. He hopped up on the counter, and as he watched Phil rummage through the kitchen, snapped a photo, of him at the counter, slightly tacky wreaths and paper snowflakes decorating the kitchen. The volume on his phone was on and Phil turned around at the electronic shutter sound.

“Did you take a photo of me?” he asked raising, an eyebrow. Dan blushed,

“It was an accident, now give me the hot chocolate.” Phil laughed, but let Dan lead them back to the living room where they stayed for the rest of the night, falling asleep to the cheesy Hallmark movies that Dan pretended to hate but secretly loved.

```’’’

August 2019

It was unspeakably hot, Phil thought as he rolled over, the sheets were actually sticking to him and their air condition had definitely been broken for way too long. He stretched, and then looked over at Dan who was somehow still asleep.

The sun was coming in golden through the window and the house was calm and quiet. Phil had finally finalized his proposal as well, he had sent everything to the printers just the night before when Dan had been out filming with Louise. He was going to do it at Christmas he thought.

It seemed the most appropriate.

```’’’

December 24, 2016

Between, TATINOF Europe, Gamingmas, house hunting and planning the American and Australian tours, Dan and Phil were wiped.

“It’s done,” Dan yelled as he came down the stairs, “The last one is uploaded, I just watched it finalize, we are free!” He walked down the hallway and flopped down onto Phil’s bed, turning to look at Phil. “Don't talk to me about editing anything for at least another million years.” They had just finished Gamingmas, and while it had been good, it was too hectic, Dan reflected. They hadn't realized how much work it would be to upload every day for the whole Christmas season, especially when they were only filming a couple days in advance and editing the night before.

“Time to respond to comments?” Phil asked groaning as he reached over the side of his bed groping for his laptop.

“Yeah,” Dan muttered unlocking his phone and getting on Twitter, “Do you mind if I turn off the light?”

They sat in the near darkness replying to tweets and posting on social media until curled up together, they drifted off to some well-deserved sleep.

```’’’

Phil was the first to wake up, soft light coming in through the window and he stretched lazily in the bed. He wasn't going to go see his parents for Christmas but would go up for New Year’s. They had just been so busy. He reached over for his phone.

11:30 PM.

Not bad, they were having a few people over for a late lunch but were just going to order in so they wouldn't have to cook. Phil looked over at Dan, whose head was burrowed under his pillow, arms flung off to the side. He smiled, he had a feeling some big but good changes would be coming in the future. They had grown up, and this little London flat that had been their home for the past four years was starting to feel a bit small.

Who knows what wondrous ways they were going to grow in the next year.

```’’’

Louise and PJ and their partners had actually stayed to help clean up the dishes and board games, and by the time they left, it was late in the evening. “Do you want a Dan or Phil?” Phil asked from the kitchen as dan turned off the lights in the living room and turned on the fire,

“A Dan, it's too late for something so blue as a Phil,” he called back, settling himself on the sofa and pulling a blanket down around him. They had saved some of the liquor from the TATINOF end party to make their own themed drinks at home.

Dan opened his phone, to look through his gallery. He had got his annual Christmas photo earlier that evening when Phil had been laughing at a board game. The shot was slightly blurry but he could make out Phil laughing and gesticulating wildly, fire in the background and colourful Monopoly money flying everywhere.

He kept scrolling backwards, looking at the other Christmases, and sighing, had it really already been eight years?

“What’cha looking at?” Phil asked, coming into the room carrying two Dans.

“Ah, nothing, just checking Twitter,” Dan replied, locking his phone and accepting his cup from Phil. He still hadn't told him about the annual photo taking tradition. He lifted the blanket and Phil slid under it, carefully not spilling his drink and leaned over to kiss Dan. He tasted of vanilla and coffee, and Dan smiled into his mouth.

“Merry Christmas Phil,” he whispered, and Phil smiled back.

“Cheers,” Phil said, gently clinking their glasses, “It's been a good year.”

```’’’

November 2019

“Dan, where is my jacket? You know, the one with the nice inside pocket?” Phil called down the hall at Dan.

“Check the living room sofa,” Dan yelled back at him from the doorway, “Hurry up! If we are late, my mum is going to kill us.”

“It's just down the road,” Phil said, finding the jacket where Dan said it would be and stumbling towards the door, “they can wait a minute.”

“It's Thanksgiving Phil, and we are not going to your parents’ house, so no they can't,” Dan straightened the back of Phil’s jacket as they walked out the door, “Besides, arriving late makes a terrible impression on your future in-laws.”

Phil tried to keep from snapping his head over to look at Dan. What did he know? Phil sneaked a look at him out of the corner of his eye, but thankfully it seemed Dan was just joking, Dan was lost in his own train of thought.

“Remember the first time I came to visit your family?” Dan sighed fondly, “Man that was two years ago, time flies, we are all dying!”

Phil laughed, “Hello 2012 danis not on fire, how is time travelling?”

“Ughh,” Dan groaned and shoved at Phil, before they took off, speed walking to the tube station.

```’’’

December 23, 2017

“I’m glad you came out this year,” Kathryn Lester said to Dan as they walked along the cliffs, “It's been nice having you here.”

“It's been nice being here,” Dan replied, smiling, hands in his pockets. Dan smiled, remembering last month when Phil, booking his tickets asked if Dan had wanted to come with him up north to see his family for Christmas. Phil had been half joking, as Dan had never come up with him before, but this year, after moving flats and rebranding, embracing his curly hair, and even telling the world about his depression, Dan was ready to be brave.

Phil had looked up at him, eyebrows raised in a silent question. “Yes I’m sure,” Dan said back calmly. “Screw what the fans may think, I want to be there with you.” Phil, to his credit, did not question it any more than that and had proceeded to book two tickets for a flight to the Isle of Man.

“Hey wait up!” Phil called from behind them, puffing as he sped walked up the slope. Katherine turned and smiled at Dan,

“I’ll let you two boys be, I’m going to join Nigel down on the shore.”

“Bye mum,” Phil said as he walked up behind Dan. His mum started walking down the slope. “Hey do you want to take some aesthetic photos?” he asked, and Dan laughed.

“Sure, let's give the fans something to talk about.”

```’’’

Kathryn was there to greet the boys as they tumbled back into the house, flushed and giggling from chasing each other down the cliffs. “Ah Dan, take off that hat,” she said, handing him a headband with elf ears. She handed Phil a similar headband, but with red reindeer antlers. “Since Dan is leaving tomorrow morning to go be with his family, we are going to take our family Christmas photos today. We’ll be waiting in the living room!”

As Kathryn walked away, Dan looked at the ears and then over at Phil and groaned. Phil just stuck out his tongue and laughed. “Don't complain, Daniel, I think it will look very nice with your cute curly hair.”

“Hey!” Dan exclaimed, whacking Phil with the ears, “No Hobbit jokes! Now let's go take those photos before Kath come to murder us with her Christmas cheer - your family is manic.”

```’’’

Evening had fallen, and the temperature had dropped on the Isle, so much so that little flurries of snow were fluttering down outside the window. But inside the Lester house, it was warm and cheery, the family sitting around drinking and playing charades.

Phil made two fists and shook his hands.

“Maracas!” Dan yelled, and everyone on the other team groaned.

“It is not fair that they get to play on the same team,” Cornelia complained, “They are basically psychic.”

Dan stuck his tongue out at her. “That’s why we flipped coins and it still worked out this way. The universe wants it.”

Phil laughed as he returned to sit down on the floor in front of Dan, leaning back on Dan’s legs. Dan smiled, he was warm and full and surrounded by people who had come to be his family. How had he gotten so lucky? He pulled out his phone, opened the camera and surreptitiously took a photo. You could see the warm fire and the large decorated tree, with presents underneath. And just at the bottom of the photo was the top of Phil’s head, tipped back against Dan’s knee.

“Racoon?” Cornelia asked as Dan focused back in on the game,

“Yes! Finally!” Nigel sighed, sitting back down, “It took you long enough.”

Dan laughed along with everyone else and stood as he was handed a card. As Dan considered about how to act out “The Death March” he thought to himself that coming to the Isle with Phil had been a great decision and that this was definitely one of the best Christmases ever.

```’’’

Early December 2019

Phil had gone out for the day, he wouldn’t tell Dan where, and Dan had decided to take the day to clean up and decorate their house. The Lesters were coming in two weeks, and their Christmas decorations definitely looked better when they weren't hung frantically the night before guests came.

Phil had laughed and said Dan was overthinking it when he has been agonizing over what kind of front door wreath to buy, but this was the first year they were actually celebrating Christmas in their new home - the past two years he and Phil had travelled to the Isle of Man, and had otherwise been in their second London flat. Now though, to break in their forever home, Phil's family was coming to visit them for Christmas, and Dan's family for New Year’s.

“When did we grow up to be adults and have our families visiting us?” Dan said to himself as he started hanging ornaments on the tree, “It was just yesterday that Phil and I were filming that Christmas adventure.”

```’’’

“Hey! I’m back!” Dan walked to the front hall where Phil was leaning against the wall to pull off his shoes. Leaning against the wall next to him was a very bulky square shaped package.

“What's that, what did you buy?” Dan asked, walking over and trying to grab the presents. Phil literally jumped in front of him,

“Noooo, you can't look!” he said, “It is a mystery present.” Dan frowned down at him.

“I thought this year we agreed to exchange our Christmas gift lists, and just pick something from there? What have you gone and done now?”

Phil smiled innocently up at Dan, “Nothing!” He stood up and kissed Dan on the cheek. “Don’t worry about it.”

As he walked down the hall, hefting the seemingly cumbersome package with him, he called over his shoulder, “And don't you dare ruin the surprise!”

```’’’

December 19, 2018

“Is this finally a break?” Dan asked, flopping down with Phil on the couch. Phil rolled his head over from where it had been resting against the back of the sofa and looked at Dan.

“It’s a break for 20 minutes until the taxi comes to take us to the airport.” Dan let his head fall onto Phil’s shoulder.

“Have you packed the flash drive? Are we sure we have everything to upload the videos?” They had just finished filming Dilmas the day before and were going to edit on the plane before queueing up the videos.

“Yeah yeah, I double checked,” Phil said, letting his head rest on top of Dan’s. “No more disasters like last time.”

“Good good,” Dan responded. “It's been too long since we have travelled just to ourselves, I’m looking forward to avoiding everyone and chilling on the beach.”

```’’’

Phil nudged Dan, “Hey, are you asleep?” Dan opened an eye blearily.

“Clearly not, now that you woke me up. Are we there yet?”

“Trade laptops with me.” Phil said, shifting his over onto Dan’s aeroplane tray, “I can finish editing yours.”

“Thanks,” Dan said sleepily. He really did have the best boyfriend.

```’’’

The wind was blowing cool across Phil’s face. The six of them had gone hiking up the cliffs on the Isle of Man. It had only been a couple of months, but it felt like ages since Phil last saw his family. He walked a bit faster to pull up towards the front of the pack and pulled out his phone to take a photo for Instagram.

“Caption it ‘new air in our lungs,’” Dan said, speeding up to walk next to Phil. Phil smiled, just five years ago they would have been trying to hide Dan’s presence on the Isle but since the rebranding, they had been trying to just live their most authentic life, let the people assume what they want.

“Ooh race you to the top of the cliff,” Dan said, nudging Phil, and Phil rolled his eyes. Phil let Dan race ahead, falling back to join Martyn and Cornelia. Martyn took one look at his face and turned to Cornelia who seemed to get the message.

“Hey, Dan, wait up,” she called, breaking into a jog to join the other four.

“What’s up,” Martyn said. Despite the cool air, Phil was suddenly really sweaty. “What on your mind?” Martyn asked, nicer than normal, perhaps sensing Phil’s nervousness.

Phil wiped his palms surreptitiously on his jeans and licked his lips to wet them. “I'm going to propose to Dan.” Phil didn't know why he was so nervous, but he stared straight ahead waiting for Martyn to respond.

Martyn smiled, “Well,” he bumped Phil’s shoulder, “It's about time you put a ring on that boy, how long has it been? A decade? He just might get tired of you and decide to leave!”

“Shut up,” Phil groaned shoving at his brother, “PJ said the same thing,” he muttered. Then Phil smiled, looking over at Dan. “Yeah, I think we are finally ready, it finally feels right.”

“Do you know how you are going to propose?” They had reached the top of the cliff and stood looking out at the sea.

“I don't know, but something will come to me.” The brothers started walking down, following the raucous laughter of the other Lesters and the Lester to be, “by this time next year...”

```’’’

“The food was great Kath, let me help you clean up,” Dan stood, helping Phil's mum collect the plates.

“Aww thanks, dear,” she replied as they walked into the kitchen and set everything down in the sink. “Do you want to dry? I’ll wash.” Dan nodded, reaching over to grab the drying towel. “It's been a busy year for you boys, hasn't it! I'm so glad you could make it here for Christmas, we haven't seen you in so long.”

Dan smiled, drying the plates and putting them into the cabinet. “Yeah, we had the tour and then we got back, and we were immediately locked in the room for editing the film for a month non-stop, and then we had to film for Dilmas, it has been non-stop since we let in April.” Phil's mum hummed in acknowledgement, and Dan continued. “Traveling was great and the show was really fun. It was especially fun to go to all the countries where we weren't able to go for TATINOF. But we are glad to be home.”

“What are you planning on doing next?” she asked, finishing up the last plate and handing it to Dan.

“We’re taking a hiatus from the gaming channel right now, and I think we are going to have a quiet year, take things as they come up,” Dan stacked the last plate, “maybe focus on growing our channels some more, and I think we are going to be looking for our forever house.” He smiled at Kath, “Maybe we will have the chance to come over more?”

“Well, we are always happy to have you over whenever you have the chance to visit,” Kathryn said warmly, “And maybe one day soon, you will be bringing over a third little member of your family?” Kath waggled her eyebrows at Dan and he rolled his eyes.

“I don't know. I don't think that will be anytime soon.” Katherine patted his back as they walked into the living room to rejoin the rest of the family.

“You never know, my boy, you never know.”

```’’’

Dan took a deep breath as he stretched, standing on the top of the cliff. He and Phil had gone walking to see the sunset after relaxing all of Christmas afternoon.

“I don't ever want to leave, it is so nice here.” Phil hummed in agreement, he was sitting, legs stretched out on the grass, propped up on his elbows looking out at the sea.

“We could move away from London, sell the flat, get a dog,” Phil said quietly. Dan sat down next to him, and they watched the sky slip from deep oranges to dusky violets and blues.

“Make a wish,” Phil said suddenly, quiet in the night, pointing at the first start to come out.

“Starlight, star bright…” Dan said obediently before trailing off. They both shivered as the wind began rolling in off the sea and got up to walk back home.

“... first star I see tonight…” Dan thought to himself as the warmly glowing windows of the cottage came into view. He pulled out his phone and let Phil draw ahead a little so he could snap a photo, his boyfriend silhouetted against the orange bright windows of the house, “... I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight…”

Dan paused at the door, and looked up at the stars twinkling above him, “I wish… I hope Phil proposes,” he whispered to the night sky before going in to join the rest of the Lesters, sitting around the fire sipping wine and trading stories.

```’’’

December 20, 2019

“Hi Mum, Dad!” Dan said, opening the door for Phil's parents, “Martyn, Cornelia,” he continued letting everyone in and then standing aside so they could take off their shoes.

“Thanks for having us dear,” Phil's mum came over to give him a kiss, “How have things been for you boys here? All ready for the holidays?”

“Yes it's been good, Dan said leading everyone into the kitchen where Phil was making a huge pot of spaghetti bolognese. “But Phil has broken our agreement and brought me a mystery present that he has been hiding,” he whined slightly, at how comfortable he had gotten with these people over the years.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Phil and Martyn exchange a look. Now that was interesting and thought to himself, making a mental note to ask Phil about it later.

For now though, they had guests to entertain.

```’’’

December 25, 2019

“Hey,” Phil is leaning on the doorway, hand behind his back. “You about ready to go open presents?” Dan stretched in the bed.

“Yeah lemme get some clothes on first… or I can come scandalize--”

“Nope, no, nope no thank you “ Phil cuts him off, “Kathryn doesn’t need to go blind from your blindly white torso!”

Dan laughs, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling on his fuzzy Christmas PJs.

“But-” Phil sounds unusually hesitant “There is something you should open before we go down.”

Dan pokes his had out of the jumper. “The mystery present? I finally get to open it?” Phil nods his head over to where the tormenting square had been propped against the wall.

“Careful, its kinda delicate,” he mutters as Dan grabs it and pulls it onto his lap.

It's a frame. Well, two frames. The first one is empty, just cardboard and sheet glass, but as Dan lifts it to look at the second one, his breath catches in his throat.

“Phil -” he breathes out. Phil don't make me cry before I have to go down and interact with your family, he wants to get out. Phil isn't this a little personal with the rest of the Lester clan downstairs? Dan wants to joke. Because in the frame is a ten by ten square of little photos of the two of them over the past decade.

“Are these my photos?” Dan finally manages to get out, running his finger across the top row. He can feel Phil coming to kneel on the bed behind him.

“I took photos too you know,” Phil murmurs, leaning over Dan’s shoulder to gently trace down the first column. “I didn't know you did until that day, before Peej’s wedding.”

They are silent for a minute, and as the first tear falls, Dan can hear the gentle clinking of breakfast plates and the murmur of Martyn and Cornelia talking downstairs. Dan closes his eyes, resting his head on the cool glass as Phil clambers past him, off the bed.

“Dan.” He doesn't look up, and Phil’s eyes feel suspiciously warm and dry. “Dan.”

Dan looks up, and the frames start to slide off his lap.

Phil laughs as he reaches over to gently guide them to the floor. He straightens back up, still on one knee.

“Dan, I think you know what a wild ride this past decade has been, and there is no one I would have rather experienced it with. Even a hundred photos can't capture the feeling I get when I’m with you, and-” Phil's voice breaks and Dan smiles; they are both sobbing messes at this point.

Phil pulled a velvet ring box out of his pocket. “Daniel Howell, I would be honoured if you would give me the next decade of decades with you.”

“Yes,” Dan slides off the bed to kneel facing Phil. “That doesn't even make sense, and you didn't even make a Mario joke, but of course the answer is yes!”

They are both crying as they lean in towards each other, frame and ring box both sandwiched between them, and with their eyes closed, totally miss Martyn, quietly opening the door, smiling, and snapping a photo before shutting the door to give them their peace.

```’’’

Of course, the Lesters all already know, and when Dan walks downstairs, they start clapping and whistling till he, blushing, shows off his ring, silver with a thin black obsidian band running around the middle.

```’’’

By the afternoon, it had started snowing outside, and while Dan started the fire, Phil carried the frame out to the living room, before curling up on the couch. As the Lesters start wandering in from their large Christmas lunch to open presents, Dan plops down on Phil's lap until he opens his blanket cocoon and shifts his legs to make room for Dan.

“Oooh, remember when we were young and in love!” says Phil’s mum over the crackling of the fire looking at Dan and Phil on the couch. “Were?” exclaims his dad. Everyone laughs, and Cornelia begins passing out the gifts.

If I weren't so stupidly content, I would have taken a photo, Dan thinks sleepily, curling further into Phil’s shoulder.

He hears the quiet but unmistakable slide of a camera shutter and opens one eye to look around. Martyn smiles and waves a hand at him.

“Go back to sleep, I’ll send it to you so you can put it in your soppy album later.”

“Thanks,” Dan murmured, before closing his eyes again. “You know-” he continues to mumble, “this really has been the best decade.” before he drifts off to sleep, to the soft sounds of the fire crackling, and his family softly talking and laughing around him.

```’’’

Epilogue: Some undefined time far in the future, Christmas Day

The frames hang on the wall in the living room, every year they take the second one off the wall to add more photos to it but soon, Dan thinks, they are going to need a third frame.

Phil walks up behind him and wraps an arm around his waist. “Do you want to go wake the kids or me?” dan grabs Phil’s cup of coffee, saying “you wake them I’ll take the photos.” and Phil smiles.

Dan snaps photo after photo, this time no longer in secret, as their house comes to life, as wrapping paper is thrown everywhere and as Thor the dog chases the screaming kids from room to room.

It is chaos for now and will be busy when their grandparents come over, but come evening, he and Phil will add to another year of tradition and sit by the fire talking all night long.

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