#but i try to keep it light cos ik from experience that if i get dark or gallows humor too much

[cripplemagics]

usually my humor is pretty light (minus my dark humor about the chronic illness shit lol) but i did just laugh myself out of a dissociative state by watching compilation videos of smosh making 9/11 jokes.

[igotmyrohatzenl]

Heaven's Gift

Pt. 3

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Genre: Guardian Angel!au,Fluff, Future Angst

Summary: On every human’s 18th birthday, they are blessed by the heavens above. Their guardian angel will descend to be the type of person they need the most in their lives, what ever that may be; a sibling, parent, child, lover, best friend, etc. Well, it’s now Y/N’s turn, and she gets a young and inexperienced angel that will forever change her life.

A/N:

• • •

"Come on, Woo," you whine. It's been about a week since the two of you have moved into your shared apartment, and things have already become pretty natural. They two of you got along very easily. If a disagreement would start, he would sit you down before you would get heated, and talk it out until you both were comfortable with the decision. Today is the day you both had set aside to finally go shopping for him. With the money you've made from the past couple days of your work, and the money your parents loaned you when you first moved, you both decided to get it done today.

He emerges from his bedroom- shall I say, the place he only keeps his things in, as he sleeps in your room- dressed in black jeans, a t-shirt and a jean jacket. You gasp quietly at how good he looks in this outfit. "Okay I'm ready," he grins, striding over towards you. He intertwines his fingers through your own, walking out the door.

You finally make it to the store after stopping to get a quick snack. You both walk through the door, immediately taking in your surroundings. He walks towards a particular set of clothes that catch his eyes. He sifts through the clothes, eyeing each piece carefully. He picks up a pale blue sweater and smiles. "Look," he calls out like a child, showing you what was in his hand, "I like this!"

"It would suit you. Let's find some more things, then you can try them all on." You help him look through every hanger carefully, choosing the ones you thought would look good and the ones he thought would. You walk with him as he trots towards the dressing room.

"Wait here," he commands as he runs to the room. You giggle, shaking your head.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Your attention is caught from a boy about your age standing next to you.

"Excuse me?"

"Is he your boyfriend? I mean, I'm standing here for my girlfriend waiting for her to show me her outfit, and it seems your doing the same with him. That's cute," he laughs wryly, "I'll have to get her to come with me when I try some on."

"Uhm, he's not," you pause, smiling softly. "Yeah, he's a cutie, he was so insistent on me coming." He's a stranger, who cares if he thinks the two of you are dating, right? A girl you assume to be the male's girlfriend walks out in a beautiful, flowy dress.

His jaw drops as he contains the blush streaming across his face. "You look beautiful, babe." She grins cutely, enjoying his attention and complements, and frankly you didn't blame her. You secretly wish to yourself you had someone to treat you like that.

Jungwoo opens the door excitedly and looks at you with hopeful eyes. Of course, the first thing he put on was the sweater. He paired it with a pair of jeans you picked out earlier. "How do I look?" He dramatically strikes a pose, then another, then another.

"Perfect," you gush. He sweeps his blond hair ik it's not blond in the gif, but go with it to the side still grinning.

"You're not just saying that because I want you to, right? I really look good?"

You walk over, placing your hands on his shoulders, "You look great." His eyes widen as his smile drops. You notice his cheeks getting redder and let go. "Okay," you clap, "next outfit."

Two and a half hours later, you both arrive home, bags full of clothes. He hurriedly threw them in the room and ran back to the kitchen. "Y/N, let's order some food, I'm hungry."

"Okay," you pick up your phone, "fried chicken or pizza?"

"Pizza." You order, then settle on the couch, already cuddling with Jungwoo.

"You know, a week ago, I wouldn't have even imagined doing this. I used to hate cuddling. Now cuddling you is like the highlight of my day."

"Good," he tightens his embrace, "that means I'm doing my job." He kisses the top of your head softly, and you couldn't deny the butterflies you felt.

"Oh, damn," a memory suddenly comes to mind, "I forgot about Mark's birthday party tomorrow night. Good thing I already bought his present."

Jungwoo smiles, "It's from both of us, right?"

"I'm not too sure about that," you tease. "I'm so happy for him though! His angel is finally going to descend tomorrow! I bet he's nervous, I know I was."

"You were nervous?"

"Of course," you turn so you could face him properly, "you were coming into my life and going to become the person I need most, how would I not be nervous?"

"True," he pauses, sighing deeply. "Y/N, can I be completely honest with you?" You nod, edging him forward. "Don't freak out, but we may or may not be an experiment for the heavens." Of course, you didn't listen to him and began to freak out. "Calm down," he soothed, "I don't mean that in a really bad way. What I mean is, they wanted to try with younger angels. They want to see how well we, and the other 2 younger angel and human pairs, work out, then start assigning younger angels if it works out."

You breathe out, finally understanding. "Okay, then let's make sure this turns out well, for us and future generations." He smiles at your unexpected reaction, as you settle back into your spot in his arms.

A night full of pizza, romantic comedies that you both made fun of, laughs, and cuddles left you falling asleep on the couch in his arms. Your head was nuzzled up against his chest, using his heartbeat as some kind of lullaby. His heart clenched as he looked at your peaceful face. He combed his fingers through your hair, nodding you into an even deeper sleep. In your sleep, you began to somewhat whisper. He leaned forward slightly, trying to make out some of the words. "Woo," you called out quietly. A small smile broke out across your lips, making him hurt even more.

He grabs his chest, "What is this? Why do I feel like this?" He glances down at you once more, the feeling coming back twice as hard. "I really am human now, aren't I?" With this, he knew that something was changing forever. As he continued to stare at you combing your hair, he drifts off himself to the wonderful dream if the future. The one you will soon know, and the one he will have to rediscover.

• • •

You walk into Mark's party with Jungwoo, excited for the events that will unfold. He invited his friends that you had already met and befriended, Renjun, Jisung and Jaemin. Mark had always been a social person, and you admired him for that. You never really went out if your way to hang out with people. You hung out with Mark enough to become friends with some of his, even texting them occasionally. But, with Jungwoo here now, you haven't really had time to talk to any one else other than him and your co-workers, and you really didn't care to either.

"Y/N," Renjun announces as he wraps his arms around your torso, "how's everything going? I've missed you."

"Awe, I've missed you too. But, things are going really well actually." You turn, releasing yourself from Renjun's grip, and grab Jungwoo's hand, pulling him forward. "Everyone, meet Jungwoo, he's my angel." He shyly waves at the people in front of you, tightening his grip on your hand. You reassure him with a smile.

After initial introductions, he begins to warm up, and become his usual self near them all. Mark huffs, dramatically flopping on the couch. "When are they coming? Why can't they be on time, I hate when people are late."

"Hey, even us angels can't be perfect," Jungwoo retorts.

"Isn't that the whole thing with angels? Aren't they supposed to be perfect?"

"Not necessarily," a voice calls out. Everyone shifts their heads to the window where a boy, who physically shines, stands. His light brown hair and tan skin are beautiful and give him a soft vibe. "Were you waiting on me," he asks nonchalantly, smirking. Mark's jaw drops instantly, in a feeling you're not too sure of yourself.

"Nice to see you again Haechan," Jungwoo calls out. The two boys hug as they are reunited in the real world.

"You too. How's everything going down here so far?"

"Amazing," Jungwoo smiles. "We'll talk more later."

You and the other party guests step into the kitchen, giving the new pair a moment to meet. In this short moment, you talked to Jaemin about everything that had all happened. It's weird, you used to have feelings for the boy, but now something feels different. You don't feel the butterflies you used to. Even as he closed the distance slightly between the two of you, it felt casual. You continued to talk, laughing at his stupid jokes and telling some of your own. Suddenly, you feel someone standing beside you. You peak over the see Jungwoo standing there with a strange expression. "Woo?" He looks at you like a defenseless puppy. "What's wrong?"

He glances up at Jaemin, then back at you. "I- I don't know," he blushes.

Jaemin smirks teasingly. He steps closer to you, and sets his hand on the counter behind you, placing the both of you EXTREMELY close to one another. "So, Y/N, wanna hang out this weekend? I'm free if you are."

"N-No," Jungwoo answers for you. He pulls on your hand, pulling you closer towards him, but more importantly, farther from Jaemin.

"Woo," you giggle, shocked, "are you jealous?"

"W-What? N-No, I mean, I don't know." His face flushes as he stares at the ground, but doesn't let go of your hand. Jaemin excuses himself, sending you a knowing grin in the process.

"Tell me if something's bothering you, okay?"

Jungwoo breathes out, "Okay, he was making me a little jealous, I guess."

"Awe," you coo, "it's okay. There is nothing going on between Jaemin and I. Frankly, I don't think I'd rather cuddle with anyone other than you." His usual demeanor returns with the bright smile that could cause you to go into cardiac arrest.

He wraps you in a big hug, only the kind he could give. You're broken up as Mark enters the room, smiling the brightest one you've seen from him in a while, with Haechan close behind. He immediately finds you, dragging you off where the two of you can talk alone. He sighs lightly, "So, how's everything with Jungwoo going? He seems like a really nice guy."

You smile, "They weren't joking when they said he would be my perfect match. He is exactly what I've always needed; someone who will keep me calm and let me be myself, you know? Like, I don't have anything to prove to him."

He narrows his eyes, peering at you, "What role do you think he is going to play in your life?"

You exhale, feeling the weight on your shoulders. Of course you've thought about this, many times actually. You just could never find the answer. "I don't know, but I do know I feel something for him Mark. I think I want to be with him, but I don't want to read too much into these feelings and think they are romantic when they actually aren't. He's going to be with me for the rest of my life, wouldn't want to make things awkward."

Mark's shoulders drop, but not enough for you to notice. "Y/N, we've been friends for years, and you've never really opened up like this. He's changed you." You smile, realizing that he's right. You used to hate to talk about these kinds of things. But, some thing is different now.

On the other side of the house, Jungwoo and Haechan sits in the living room, catching up after not seeing each other for a while. "Haechan, can I ask you something?" The angel nods. "Is it normal for angels to start becoming human as fast as a week?"

Haechan shakes his head, "No, I don't think so. We have always been tild it takes up to 3 months. Why?"

Jungwoo shakes his head, "I-I felt jealousy. Not to mention, I've already begun to feel my body start changing. I got winded the other day, angels aren't supposed to get winded. It's all coming a lot sooner than expected."

Haechan sits back, arms crossed in thought. He suddenly shoots back up, "Wait, you got jealous?! Really?! Why?!"

"That Jaemin guy was all over Y/N," he grits his teeth at the thought of it all, "I just couldn't stand there and watch, but I didn't know how to react."

The angel snorts, "Well yeah, you're the sweetest angel- er- guy ever. Also, has Y/N gotten any closer to figuring out your purpose?"

"Maybe? I'm not sure. But what I do know is she is already starting to change. She's become more open about how she feels," he smiles. The thought that he, and only he, could have this impact in you excites him. That means no one could have you in the way he does. "I guess I'll just have to keep trying to push her in the right direction to our future."

[badlydrawndrawnings]

ASOUE Guardian AU, Part 2

Where the guardians’ personality/behavior/stuff and related are swapped. I honestly only had Monty and Josephine in mind in the original post, but my brain thought it would be best to continue it (not going to link the original post due to Tumblr being Tumblr). With regards to Lucky Smell Lumber Mill and Sir and Charles, they are swapped with another couple: Jerome and Esme Squalor, to make things easier (I had to slightly tweak the in/out bits).

Have Sir be the one who is obsess with what’s in and out, and wants what is best for himself. In fact, Sir used to smokes cigars and gave it up when he learn that it’s ‘out’ at the moment (cigars at least, and he has no access to cigarettes at the moment). He’s a bit cranky as a result. Sir adopted the orphans because they are ‘in’ at the moment, and he wants to flaunt them around Paltryville. In fact, he went as far into allowing the Baudelaires to work there in the Mill part time. The Baudelaires are disturb by the exploitation of labor on the workers, as they discover quickly they are pay in coupons and live in terrible work conditions (which the Baudelaire never live in as again, part time workers). Now, things were slightly better, but it’s very ‘in’ to show off one status and power of one’s business by overworking your employees, and things are only worse thanks to the new Foreman. Klaus of course still breaks his glasses thanks to the Foreman, and Charles has to take him to Dr. Orwell like canon. Of course the newest secretary is Olaf and the two are working together to steal the fortune by hypnotizing Klaus into creating accidents. In fact, while the events leading up to Dr. Orwell’s death and her death in general are the same, Sir gives up the children because they are a pain, declaring them that they’re ruining his business, and that they’re now out.

In regards to Charles, he is absolutely happy that the children are living with them. In fact, Charles wanted to adopt them as soon as possible after learning about the fire, as he feels pity for them. The fact he was never on the list of potential guardians put a damper on them, especially considering they weren’t ‘in’ at the time. Charles doesn’t like to argue with Sir, wanting to keep things happy -or at least fine- between them. One could say Charles got a major win when Sir agree to his idea, even if it’s because of outside factors. And of course Charles objects to the Baudelaires working part-time to the Lumber Mill, and is thankful that at least they’re not working full time. Him giving up the Baudelaires is something he never wanted, but he hates to argue with Sir.

Have Esme being the guardian who never shows her face, smoking 24/7 (she smokes those long fancy cigarettes). Many people call her Mrs. Squalor, except for Jerome and the Baudelaires; the children call her Ma’am, while Jerome calls her ‘Dear’ or Esme, depending on her mood. As the city’s sixth most important financial adviser and living on 667 Dark Avenue, Esme is obsess with her work, wanting to earn as much money for herself. Esme cares what is in and out, but she is rather relax with them, sometimes doing things her own way. For instance, adopting orphans is still  out at the time, but being foster parents until they adopting orphans are in again are in, which is how the Squalors were able to get the Baudelaires (they do eventually adopt them). Esme is always working in the day, and coming back home at night, and such never really gets to know the children. The few times Esme interacts with them is small talks (with the children trying their best not to inhale much smoke as possible) and giving gifts she thinks they like. Esme still works with Olaf, still pushes the Baudelaires, and gladly gives them up when they show up to the In-Auction to try and save the Quagmires. Esme is still smoking even when leaving with Olaf while kidnapping the Quagmires. In fact, whenever Esme shows up her face post VV (face is still cover by the helmet until the ending, when she lights a cigarette and removes the helmet just in time for her face to be hidden by the smoke), it’s always cover by smoke (in Slippery Slope, the car windows are partly open for Sunny so she doesn’t die by Esme’s smoking). 

In regards to Jerome, he was still friends of the Baudelaire parents, ad he wanted to adopt them right after the fire. However, they were already in the care of someone else. Jerome’s problem is that he’s mainly indecisive, unsure what he should do. As such, Jerome always goes along with whatever Esme wants, even if it’s on a superficial level. The lack of a back bone, to use such a term, prevents Jerome from barely helping the Baudelaires, as he believes that they believe Gunther is Olaf, but also believes that Esme believes Gunther is who he says he is (the man can’t make up his mind). When the In-Auction happens, Jerome starts to believe them, but by then it’s too late. Worse, Jerome finally does make a decision, wanting to keep on being their guardian. However, on discovering the Baudelaires, want to find their friends, he makes another decision and gives them up, because well, Jerome still isn’t brave enough. 

(Phil is the same, as in canon, in part because there’s no one to switch with in regards to book six. Thanks to looking at virtualfindingdocumented’s comment tag on the original post, I had to do this bonus because it just ate at my mind:

Sally Sebald is the oldest of the Sebald Siblings. The founder of Sebald Seaside, a marine research center, Sally is responsible for the creation of the Medusiod Mycelium, hoping to use it as a weapon on VFD’s enemies to end the war once and for all. Her volatile behavior got VFD worried, including her own brother, Gustav. Sally and Gustav’s relationship is shaky, as Sally finds Gustav and Monty as not being dedicated to destroying the enemies, with Gustav finding Sally to be too dedicated to see that it’s destroying them (the Sebald Family, not VFD as a whole). However, Gustav believes he could change her mind -to at least get her to use a method that won’t kill all of humanity. Before he could do so, he and several other VFD members see Sebald Seaside is set on fire, and learns Sally still inside it. Despite their different ideology Gustav loved his sister dearly and mourns her appropriately, to where Gustav changed after her death, becoming more withdrawn alongside Monty.

Gregor Anwhistle is less of a swap and more of fusion of the Canon Sebald Siblings.  As the creator of the Anwhistle Code that VFD members use to sent encoded messages to one another, Gregor decided to get involve in the film industry, co-producing several movies his brother and sister in law directed/stars in -via fake names of course. Gregor loves producing/making movies as he finds it to be a bonding experience. As such, Gregor misses Ike and Josephine dearly, and he decided to handle their affairs after their death while still producing movies for VFD (not as frequently since it’s hard to find decent actors). Taking note from TUA, Gregor gave Lemony whatever information he and/or Ike and Josephine has that could be useful. In an unfortunate turn of events, Josephine thought that she would survive her fake death and reunite with the Baudelaires to where Gregor and the children would properly meet, which is why Gregor was not given ownership when Josephine dies for real.)

[thelcstsister]

random story time kiddies !! 

so, a number of years ago, this dumb ass mun decided to drop by a haunted ass location (asylum, if you will), with a few friends to scope out the place bc we were what you’d call, thrill seeking morons. although I was very sensitive and hella terrified of the paranormal, I have this adrenaline junkie streak in me so obvs I was like, HELL YEAH! let’s do the thing!  Until we got there and even before we got to the gate of this place, I felt some really bad vibes from it. And i mean B-A-D. It affected me pretty physically but hella emotionally and it all really manifested in straight fear, which I’m usually pretty good about overcoming with logic but this fear was all I could feel the whole time (mind you, i was seeing things in the windows and shadows and shit... a would be fun experience IF I wasn’t so physically affected at the time). After walking around the building perimeter for a bit, we come across a broken window. Great stuff, I’m sure you can see where this is going. Maybe not. Anyway, my leader friend suggested we take pieces from this broken ass window. And we were like, hell yeah!! because souvenirs.. but also, it’s glass. Which ass you know, could basically become a portal to the other dimensions. Glass is probably the WORST thing we could’ve nicked form this place. But at the time, it was the coolest thing. My friend and I both had wonky experiences after this, no shit right? But for the most part, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary (as my house is full of pretty chill spirits that don’t get violent. Ever). But flash forward to a rather recent time - some months ago when I found this glass that I’d put away and forgot about for awhile. I found it, took it out (yes with my bare hands because once again, I’m a little bit of a dumbass sometimes) and I showed my sister who wanted to visit haunted locations herself. Anywho, later that night when I was trying to sleep, in the pitch dark alone, as it were, I felt this really intense, really painful burning sensation on my arm. And i mean BURNING. ike someone was holding hot wire to my forearm and dragging it.  I got up immediately and turned on the light to find three HUGE red marks (scratches, if you will) on my arm. Needless to say, I was FREAKED out to hell. I woke up my sister to show her the red marks to have a witness and I messaged my friend with pictures of the scratches. Granted this is several years later so I’m a bit braver (or at least, desensitized to most of my old fears) and I did end up falling back asleep that night.   I guess what brings me to telling this story is because it was brought up again and I brought out the box that I keep this glass in again for the first time after that incident. And I gotta say, even holding the box...looking at the piece of glass without even touching it, really gives me the creeps. Like physically, it gives me a sense of dread and cold, straight fear in my chest. I’m not afraid of it..i’m not even scared of that incident or whatever it was that scratched me, which I’m pretty sure is some demonic presence (three scratches on my body - three is the magic number for demons as they mock the Holy Trinity) - but honestly, it gives me the heebie jeebies as fuck. my hands are clammy and i have that feeling from before. I have to get rid of this thing. Just not really sure how. I don’t want to release anything but I definitely don’t want this shit in my room anymore. I think it’s mostly bc I don’t want this entity to harm the other harmless entities in my house. I’m more scared for them than myself. I genuinely love the ghost that chills in my room and we co-exist rather peacefully, even when he’s hiding and moving my shit.  I know this all sounds super crazy. And there’s not much flow or format to this story bc it’s literally just me rambling but yeah.. Idk. I’m feeling uneasy about this so I guess I just needed to share this experience. 

Don’t ever take shit from any location you believe is haunted or any that are confirmed haunted. If you feel bad juju - there’s a reason for it. Taking even the smallest item from it is like opening a door and welcoming it into your home. Don’t fucking do it. It’ll screw you in the end, I promise you that. 

TL;DR :: I took a piece of glass from a haunted abandoned asylu once and a demon followed my ass home - scratched the shit out of my arm and I’m trying to get rid of said glass bc honestly, it gives me the heebie jeebies just holding the box that it’s in. So long story short, don’t mess with paranormal stuff if you’re not ready to experience it all and don’t take souvenirs from those places. You’ll regret it. Thanks for reading <3

[weezerdan-blog]

Cliché

summary: Dan Howell is a regular teenager. He goes to high school, he hangs out with his best friends (PJ, Chris, and Phil), and he hates doing homework. He's fairly attractive, enough so to attract the attention of a few girls and secretly Phil. What people don't know about this average teen, is that he isn't so average. Dan Howell is in a popular alternative band. He sings and plays keyboard for this band, known to many as 'Ripping Ivory'. He wears a mask onstage as he sings and is known by his fanbase as Q, even though they know this isn't his true identity.

warnings: panic attack type situation, worry, some sexual references. but all warnings are small this book is overall very nice i just need to warn bc warnings

words: 4100

a/n: this is my first fic so i edited this and read it over many times. please tell me if i have any grammar mistakes or anything. also, im really proud of this so please don't let it flop!!

p.s.s: ik this is a bad title. i write i don’t come up with this crap.

/

"Dude did you guys hear about how Ripping Ivory is coming here in 2 weeks??" Chris asks as he sits down at the lunch table. Dan doesn't even flinch at the name because of how much his friends talk about the band, but his heart does speed up and he is afraid that they may ask him something and Dan will end up telling them, that he is Q and that's him behind the mask.

Phil nods, "I already got tickets! Are you guys going??" PJ and Chris both exclaim a form of 'yes!' but Dan shakes his head and looks down. "Why can't you go? I could probably get tickets for you if it has anything to do with money"

'Nope, definitely not money' Dan thinks to himself, 'Just the fact that I'll be the one singing at that concert.' "I'm visiting my grandma the day of the concert" This wasn't technically a lie, except for the fact that his grandma was coming to the concert to see him perform. As long as they never see her there then there will be no problems. Dan tries to make sure his family members come to the concerts at different times so no one will ever suspect it. All of his close relatives and his co-workers are the only people who know his secret.

"Oh man, that sucks" PJ whispers. They had all wanted to go together, and Dan had made sure to act excited with them about it weeks prior to get them pumped. Dan is actually very glad that they will be able to come to his band's concert, only part of him wishes he could be in the crowd with them.

The thought of Ripping Ivory without Dan, or Q, makes Dan giggle. It would be David on the bass and Todd on the drums but only David's back up vocals, or any vocals for that matter. Dan did most of the singing.

"We'll take videos and pictures for you." Phil comforts him and gives him a small hug before pulling away.

"Lester's going to have /a lot/ of pictures and videos. We all know how much he loves Q," Chris says and then makes his voice higher and clasps his hands together as he talks again, "Oh my Q! He's so beautiful and his hair looks so soft! I'm going to marry him one day!" Phil shoves Chris from across the table.

"No, Phil talks more about his ass in those tight ass jeans. I wonder how that boy can even breathe in them," PJ chuckles and dodges any attacks from a angry looking Phil. Phil can't look angry so Dan would describe him as looking like an angry goldfish.

'Easy,' Dan thinks, 'You get used to wearing them after a while. They've just shaped to fit my body perfectly.'

Dan then realizes what Phil has been thinking about Q. Q has the same body as Dan, so does Phil like Dan's body too????? Dan's cheeks heat up and his heart rate speeds up at the indirect compliment. Phil was definitely someone that he may or may not have a /tiny/ crush on. I mean, who wouldn't fall for him?

"I mean, maybe you could come to another concert with us another time..." Chris says, trying to lighten the situation. "It's okay, I will. I heard panic! is coming in November," Dan says and smiles, suddenly changing the topic to that.

/

Dan and Phil both walk to Phil's house together. Phil walks up the sidewalk to the front door and opens it up. "Thanks for coming over, I really needed someone to hang out with. My parents have been gone for 2 days and it's lonely."

"Not that I don't want to be here, because I do, but why couldn't Chris or PJ come??" Dan asks curiously.

"They're probably having sex."

"That's true. Not a mental picture I needed though"

"Sorry.. but now I have it too so we're even"

Dan's phone buzzes in his pocket and he picks it up, checking the new message. It's in his band's group chat from their manager, Sara, to the band group chat. 'BAND STUFF' was too obvious so they settled for the next best option.

FROM SARA (to BNDSTF)

meet at arena, they're letting us go up early to practice / get some things done before the concert.

Dan sighs, "Phil, I'm really sorry but I have to go.."

"What, why?"

"Family emergency."

Phil has been getting suspicious of a lot of these random having to leave things and family emergencies, but he doesn't say anything because what if his mum was really in the hospital or dying?? Then Phil would be a terrible friend.

Phil just nods, "Go ahead. Text me if you can? Anything is better than being alone."

Dan nods back, "Of course"

FROM DAN (BNDSTF):

omw

/

Dan slides on his mask, a plain black covering that went around his eyes and the top of his nose. Dan also pushes his hair up into a quiff for shows so no one will be able to tell him from his fringe.

Ripping Ivory's shows are what Dan calls 'Literally the best thing you'll ever go to'. There's lights, smoke, audience participation (consensual of course), and wardrobe changes for different parts of the concert.

Dan wears his black skinny jeans most of the concert and changes his shirts mostly. Unless it's an outdoor concert and halfway through the concert he may change into basketball shorts.

Dan and the rest of the members quickly skim through their songs and then all of them sneak off to decode the entire arena to find the best spots to stay and check out dressing rooms. It is a pre-concert tradition for them to memorize every corridor and backstage thing they can. They may or may not play hide and seek up until they literally call them to go onstage.

FROM PHIL (to Dan):

everything going good with your family??

FROM DAN (to Phil):

yeah sorry about having to leave..

FROM PHIL (to Dan):

it's totally understandable.

/

"I'm not counting, that round was unfair!" Todd complains and crosses his arms.

Dan laughs and rolls his eyes, "I found you fair and square."

"You didn't tell us you were coming."

"Fine! I'll just count! We have 45 seconds so I'm giving you 15 seconds to run to a spot," David says and puts his hands over his eyes, starting to count (rather quickly too). Dan runs as fast as he can into a closet and slams the door shut and he suddenly hears a small click.

Dan goes into panic mode when he finds the door locked. He starts banging on the door for someone to come open it. "HELP!!!!!" he screams and he waits for a good at least 30 seconds before David opens the door. "Dan we're supposed to be out there! Hurry!"

Dan, Todd, and David all sprint to their spots when entering the stage.

Dan is lifted onto the stage from a middle spot. He runs his fingers through his already pushed up hair and fixes his mask. "Hello London!" he says happily and the crowd starts shouting. Dan walks up and starts high-fiving people from the front of the pit. "Sorry for starting so late" Dan giggles a bit, "I got trapped in a closet" He widens his eyes a bit and smiles.

"But no one here came to hear me complain about my life so lets start out with some 'Focus on her'!" The crowd shouts loudly and Dan smiles a very happy smile.

Dan walks forward to the front of the stage as he sings. For this song and the next two songs after he will be wearing this white button-up that is short sleeve and has small black dots on it. Most of his wardrobe is monochrome because of his mask and jeans but some parts he has more bright clothes.

Smoke rises up on both sides of Dan and around the rest of the band and lights flash in all directions.

The next three songs finish way faster than anyone wanted. Dan and the other members run backstage as they play a video for the crowd that is enough to keep them on their toes for the next song.

Dan runs out after the video just ends. He is now wearing a Kanye West 'Yeezus' shirt that he just threw on because he'll be doing the 'It Game' after the next song.

The It Game is whenever he has one of his security guards pick a random girl or guy from the audience. Then he sings them one of their more lovey songs (as much as Dan doesn't want to admit it, he wrote the song while thinking of him and Phil). He then asks them a few questions to entertain the audience and give the 'It' a good experience to remember. The 'It' is able to leave the stage with backstage passes for whoever they came with and a kiss on the cheek from Q.

Soon enough, Dan is waiting for the spotlight to land on whoever his main guard, Bob, chose to go on stage. "Okay guys, we're now going to play a little game. One of my security guards, and good friends, will be choosing a person from the audience to come up here. If you're asked and don't want to, just say no because I know how bad that can be for someone. Like 'OMG Q why did you force me on stage and make me say my name in front of like a ton of people?!', it's okay because I won't. So Bob, go and find the 'It'."

The crowd cheers and several people jump and hold up signs to try and get onstage. Suddenly a spotlight stops in the middle. Dan can't tell what the person looks like because of how bright everything is but he will whenever they get up on the stage.

Footsteps, the spotlight is put not only on Dan, but his guest. Dan looks up into the eyes and is filled with familiarity. Blue eyes that he could recognize in a sea of people. Out of everyone here, Bob chose Phil Lester. That bastard knew who he was to Dan and chose him on purpose.

Dan smiles and grabs a stool from the side of the stage for him to sit down. He grabs a microphone and hands it to Phil because Dan has a headset mic. "What's your name?" Dan asks with a smile and suddenly /really/ hopes Phil won't be able to recognize him even through a mask.

"Phil."

"Beautiful name for a beautiful man, huh?"

Phil's cheeks go a dark shade of red, "Thank you" he almost whispers.

"I would compliment you more, but I guess singing you a song will work too" Dan smiles at him and Phil's eyes crinkle up into that beautiful smile that Dan loves seeing. "Adorable" Dan says and starts with the song.

Dan finishes the song by walking up to Phil and swiftly pushing the little hairs that had fallen out of his fringe back with the others, giving him a small smile. "So, Phil, where are you from?"

"Here. Me and my friends got so excited whenever we found out you guys were coming, although one of them couldn't make it, but there's always next time"

"Of course, I'm glad you could make it though. Or else you'd never get to be sat on a bright stage with Q."

"My one true dream, finally come true."

Dan laughs and smiles, "Glad I could make it happen. Tell me Phil, is there anyone special in your life right now?"

Phil smiles a bit and looks down, "I would say you but I haven't even taken you to dinner yet" Phil laughs and shakes his head, "No, but in all seriousness, there's this guy I may or may not be on the verge of asking out."

Both Dan and the crowd collectively go 'ooooo' at the same time. Dan props his elbows on his legs and rests his head on his hands, watching Phil. "Tell me more, we have time"

"Well I'm not going to say anything specific because he always seems to know everything about this band but he's really cute and bisexual, and I'm pretty sure that even if I wasn't gay that I still would've fallen in love with him."

"Awwww!! I wish you and your man, good luck" Dan says and he means it because 'oh my shithole, Phil just indirectly told him that he likes/loves Dan???!??!?!

"Thank you" Phil blushes more and smiles.

"Okay, before I so rudely kick you off my stage, how many people did you come here with?"

"Two of my friends and myself."

"Would two of your friends and yourself like to come backstage after the show to hang out??"

"Yes please"

"Aw, such a gentleman. Okay so go see Bob when you exit the stage and he'll get you those passes. See you later!" Dan smiles to himself and walks up to Phil, kissing his cheek.

/

"These are literally my best friends so don't do stupid things okay?? I'll be hearing all about this tomorrow at school," Dan warns his band members. Todd laughs, "So don't reveal you, show your dick pi-" "I don't take dick pics!" Dan shouts and throws a bottle of water at him, causing it to spill all over Tom and the ground. At this same moment, PJ, Chris, and Phil are all ushered into the room.

David laughs loudly at the situation, "Looks like you have already failed your mission not to embarrass yourself." "At least I don't look like I pissed myself" Dan says and eyes Todd. Todd puts his middle finger up at Dan, "At least I'm not talking about my dick"

"I'll have you know I have a very nice dick"

"No you don't"

"You've seen me naked before you don't have to lie"

"Nah mate, I say that /because/ I've seen you naked"

Dan throws another bottle of water at him and then turns to their guests. "I'm Q, this is David and Todd. Welcome to our humble abode.... er I mean my dressing room."

Chris smiles and steps forward, shaking Dan's hand, "Big fan of your music. Glad to be able to meet you in person."

PJ smiles, "Same for me. I bet it's even better for Phil to meet you, he likes you almost as much as he loves 'Daaaaannn'" Dan hopes no one can see the blush on his cheeks.

Todd walks up and pats Dan on the back, "You've always been popular with the ladies.. and guys too. We have a big LGBT+ audience. I'd say it's a very good thing though, spreading gayness one song at a time."

/

PJ, Chris, and Phil all leave after about 30 minutes because that's the most amount of time that the guards would let them stay. As they leave, they spot Dan's grandma walking around backstage and talking to Bob.

All three of them walk over to her. Chris decides to talk for them, "Mrs. April?? What are you doing here?" She turns around and smiles at the boys, "Oh boys! It's so nice to see all of you! I just came to see the wonderful show!"

"I thought Dan was going to visit you today? He said that's why he couldn't make it to the concert.." Phil says, suddenly confused. PJ then steps up, "Also.. how did you get back here without a backstage pass?"

Mrs. April smiles at them without it wavering at all, "I have to go" she says and walks away, towards the dressing rooms where they can see Q step out and hug her. Just as he goes inside, he slips off his mask, and leaves the other boys at an angle where they couldn't see his face"

/

They all sit in the car, left silent with their thoughts as PJ drives them back to Chris' house. "What if Q is Dan?" Phil asks quietly and Chris laughs. Phil shakes his head at him, "It sounds idiotic but it's possible. Dan's grandma came and hugged Q, Dan told us he couldn't come to see us because he was going to see his grandma, and we already know he can sing and play piano. I'm not reaching very far to conclude this- oh my god I admitted to Dan himself that I'm practically in love with him"

PJ smiles sympathetically, "It's okay Phil. We'll find out- plus anytime you said something about it Q got flustered so if it's true maybe Dan likes you back. I think the best way to find out will be to not ask him about it and let it unfold. I have a plan."

/

That night, the boys went over several plans until they got down the best one that they could think of that should trap Dan into telling them the truth. They decided to go with the plan at lunchtime.

"How was the concert?" Dan asks and Phil smiles. His experience at the concert could be put in the top 3 moments of his life. "Amazing! I got on stage and Q was so hot and cute and he kissed my cheek and I swear it's still burning a hole where his lips touched and we got to go backstage to meet the band!" Phil says excitedly and sits down next to Dan.

PJ and Chris sit down after Phil. "What about you, how was your grandma?" PJ asks and Dan had already guessed that they would ask about her so he was prepared. "She was great actually. Her and my mum talked all night basically and I contributed to about 30% of their conversations. We left her house really late, like 1 or 2."

Chris contorts his face a bit, "So that's why she was at your concert last night? We got to speak to her."

Dan's heart suddenly starts racing really fast, worse than other times. His breathing quickens and the room starts getting smaller. The people talking around him is louder than usual. "I-I've go-tta go-o" he whispers and stands up. The room starts spinning, making it hard for Dan to move. Dan tries to grab onto Phil to break his fall but he completely misses and trips, banging his head against the ground. The last thing Dan remembers before everything going black is the sound of his own sobbing (he doesn't remember crying but he knows it was himself crying), Phil quickly getting on the floor with him, and PJ yelling for a nurse.

/

Dan barely squints his eyes open. He has a cold washcloth on his forehead and he is in his bedroom. Phil is sitting at the end of his bed and Chris and PJ are on the love seat across from his bed. They haven't noticed Dan woke up yet so he decides to listen to their conversation like the sneaky fuck he is, he shuts his eyes once more.

"Gotta say, that guy is really good at what he does. He's gotten this entire thing past us for 3 years and we only just found out because we went to a concert." The voice is definitely PJ.

"I can understand why he would keep it from us, this is a big deal. He obviously just wants to keep his identity a secret so he can live normally. This crossed a big barrier for him, bringing famous life into his normal life. That episode he had was understandable" Phil says and places his hand on Dan's leg.

"I just want him to know that he can trust us, we've known him since we were all in our moms' wombs. This isn't something I would just go and tell someone," Chris adds to the conversation.

Before anyone else speaks, Dan decides to make his way in. "That's good to know" he whispers and sits up a bit in bed and opens his eyes. All three of the boys all snap their heads to look at Dan. "Don't talk, I want to do this myself." They nod and Dan rubs his hands over his face before starting.

"Hello, my name is Daniel James Howell. I am in my last year of schooling before I go to university, if I even do, and I'm also in a band. I am known as Q, the guy with the mask, or the guy with extremely tight jeans in the alternative band, Ripping Ivory. I sing songs and and play piano with my other best friends, Todd Harris and David York. Now, I may be best friends with them, but I have some even closer friends that I go to school with. I didn't tell them about being in a band because I was scared of judgement or them turning on me. I now realize that I can tell them several things that should be told. Also including the fact that I'm in love with my best friend, who I have even written songs about. Which includes the song that I sang for him last night, in front of an arena of people."

They're quiet for a painful amount of time. Dan decides to add onto his speech, "Our first ever concert- it was in Reading at a small diner. Back then my mask was bright red and had black paint marks on it- I still have that one actually. But anyways, at that concert I had only known Todd and David for 2 weeks. Enough time to learn the songs I had made. At the beginning of the first song we song, I had the worst panic attack I've ever had. The diner was packed to the brim and everyone was watching us. Todd and I sat outside for 20 minutes before I could go back inside and we fucking rocked that show! That show was what bonded me and Todd closer and I still think of the things he told me then whenever I get nervous doing a show or even right now. I shouldn't be scared of talking to you guys about anything, so there goes most of my secrets."

"Most?" PJ asks curiously.

"Well do you want a full list of every person I've ever wanked to?"

PJ then shakes his head at the same time as Phil.

Chris smirks, "It'd only be two people. 1. Evan Peters 2. Phil Lester"

Phil shoots Chris a glare. PJ stands up, "Chris, lets give Dan and Phil some time to talk things out. We can go talk to Dan's mum" Chris nods and him and PJ race out of the room and Chris shuts the door behind him.

"D-Did you really write that song about me?" Phil asks with a pink tint to his cheeks. Dan nods and smiles, sitting up all the way and letting Phil come sit next to him. "Who else would I write about having eyes you could swim in? And making my heart do that little flippy over thing" Phil smiles, "Well now you'll have a new song to write about, about taking chances and finding love, a cliche song about the real life Hannah Montana who meets the love of his life. Dannah Montana." They're both silent for a moment, enjoying each other's company.

Dan smiles at Phil and Phil smiles back, "I'm really proud of you Dan" Phil whispers, cuddling into Dan. "I wouldn't of done it without my 3 best friends being the sneakiest shits ever. Now, lets get to the real stuff. You calling Q hot, and 'oh the things you would do if his jeans were off'." Phil blushes and kisses Dan's cheek, "You'll find out those things in a matter of time, just a matter of time dear"