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Mikaela x Wesker Headcanons
So my duo and I have this long running joke that Mikaela has a massive crush on Wesker in Dead by Daylight. And so far we have agreed that: - Nea (My duo's main) and Mikaela were besties before the entity came along. - Nea told Wesker to enjoy the peace while it lasts. Wesker was confused and unnerved because he Is God. Well, as close to god as he could. And no one should unnerve him. - The first trial Wesker met Mikaela in, she stood up, looked at him, gasped and started fangirlling. "OH MY GOD ARE YOU ALBERT WESKER??" "...Yes--" "Oh fuck oh fuck you're taller than the game and your TRENCHCOAT is AMAZING and oh my god that's your STARS captain knife isn't it do you really have uroboros here?! Let me see it! Please!!" He doesn't know how to respond, and Nea ends up finding him backed into a corner, Mikaela just going a mile a minute as she examines him like a fucking lab rat. Nea's laughing so hard she's on her knees because Wesker has NEVER lost control of a trial until now. - He does get control back. Even if Mikaela wouldn't shut up the entire ride to the hook. "Wait wait wait can you hook me on a hill? Please?" "Why would I ever oblige a pathetic worm's request?" "Because I wanna see you grab people?" Mikaela was taken to the basement as punishment. - Every trial they're in, Mikaela goes full item goblin. Toolbox depleted? Boom. Taken to the trinket pile. Left a medkit for later? Surprise, that's Wesker's now. Wesker didn't get it at first, until he had used Plaything and witnessed Mikaela literally swiping a toolbox the MOMENT Vittorio sat it down to check some wires. - Following that, Mikaela has broken into RPD more than the RE characters combined. Wesker has no idea how, (Spoiler, Nemesis can be bribed with sweets) But he sometimes comes home to Mikaela wandering around in RPD with a cup of coffee.
"You pathetic little worm, how did you get in here?!" "Oh hey Weskie! How was Dead Dawg?" (Also as I was typing thsi we had a round in Dead Dawg with two Dwelves. It was Legion but still funny) "Get out." - Wesker slowly grows fond of Mikaela. Slowly. Mostly because he watched Mikaela throw an entire Totem (a whole, unbroken totem) at Ada for trying to hit on him. He doesn't like Ada (in my headcanons, ada x wesker fans go away lol)
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"Sometimes you can see our dreams while we are sleeping." "Its not healthy to keep things bottled up. Except potions and fairies." "You should get to bed. What's that? Hey, I am NOT a hypocrite!" "You dont have to be so noble all of the time. Let loose every once and a while!" "You can't please everyone. Just be yourself, that's the best you can do!" "When all eyes are on me, I freeze up like an ice cube. Worst. Feeling. Ever." "The little things make me the most happy. Kittens are little, for instance." "Sometimes I remember something funny and burst out laughing in public." "Nothing lasts forever, except for love. I heard fries stay good a long time, too" "I wonder if I could be a skosh more open minded... Nah, bet not!" " I wonder if I have a look-alike in YOUR world, and how similar we are." "I wonder if the happiest time of my life is now but I just don't know it yet." "I wonder if tomorrow I will be more like the person I really want to be..." "I wonder what I'll be doing 10 years from now. I bet something awesome." "I wonder what sort of mysteries await just beyond the horizon..." "I still torture myself about embarrassing things that happened ages ago." "I never have to fake a laugh around you. ---'s look-alike." "I shine like a supernova when I'm in front of a big crowd!" "I promised myself I'd get to bed at a decent hour tonight. Yet here I am..." "What happens to us when the save data is erased?" (The original version of my rogue.ai au was based off of this quote :3) "Do you think it would be better if humanity came to an end?" (this quote was in an older version of the game :(( ) "I guess that's it." "I'm fading away!" "please..don’t..delete me" THSI IS JUST A PORTION OF MY COLLECTION.
going insane over tomodachi life quotes again
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i love syaing to people ‘play thsi game because im in it’ . Its so funny. sometimes nobody knows hwat imean.
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Wow no aggressively gay options on thsi one huh. Mmm light blue cyan yellow dark gray n black
yeah it’s unfortunate is it really an ask game without homoerotic (sub)text light blue: you are the definition of unrecognized talent thanks? i think? what in tho lmao cyan: in the nicest way possible, you need therapy yeah... yeah. yeah. yellow: i want to bake you cookies thanks! we should bake each other cookies sometime (together perhaps? :eyes:) dark grey: your humour, gimme this could refer to funny stuff or internal stuff and either way, no luck for you black: you are very mysterious. i would like to learn about you more. thanks i do my best. also i only reveal info through asks or nsfw conversations in cursed channels so uhhhh
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queen II: a review
the gayest album queen has EVER made. generations of sluts have hoed to this album. this is the original gay anthem, also it sounds like a 40 minute song and it's so extra it makes lady gaga sound kind of lame
procession
thsi is brian may drama at its finest look at this the PERFECTION the SOLEMNITY the utter and sheer DRAMA of it all. this is shakespeare level sluttiness. i want to kill my husband, an evil medieval king i love dearly and deeply despite his abusive tendencies and his cruelty, to this fucking song. it's like the imperial march from star wars if the writers had had the COURAGE to make darth vader as gay as he could and should have been. this is just about as hoe-able as it gets. a solid 726362/10.
father to son
if you only read this part out of context
it sounds like the opening from a bad nickelodeon show that features astonishingly stupid parents, two twins with pigtails and jokes that make you want to rip out your insides with a spoon. this makes it not that hoe-able. i mean if you're brave enough. I'm not. also this songs seems to never end. it's like im stuck in an endless loop and brian may never stops playing his guitar and roger taylor keeps smiling creepily at me and singing "kings will be crowned. word goes around. from father to son. to son." and i want to die. 6/10
white queen (as it began)
brian you are now forgiven for the hell you made me endure in father to son. this song has got it all, the whole sad hoe package. heartbreak? hell yea. ethereal, majestic vibe? hell yea. do i feel sexy and like a goddamn snack when i listen to it? hell FUCKING yea. would i cry for the medieval husband i killed two songs ago to this, maybe while looking at my shaking, bloodied hands in the moonlight? HELL MOTHERFUCKING YEA. im a sad hoe. 20/10.
some day one day
take a shot everytime it goes "some day one day". been there done that. i was definitely a little happier by the end of the song, and as we all know, when you're drunk it's a lot easier to hoe. 9/10 because it's just kind of... there. gets bonus drunken points.
the loser in the end
roger taylor really said THIS IS NOT A PHASE MA slamming the door shut and just got the fuck out of his shitty little hometown and went to london to smoke weed and fuck hotties and play drums and scream. then he's like yeah mama sorry i was rude :( and then he goes fUCK OFF MA WERE YOU NEVER MY FUCKING AGE again. i feel this. this is like what my chemical romance would have done if they were a british rock band in the 70s. also i feel like this is the only song about a mum i could fuck someone to. 10/10.
ogre battle
i can't stop thinking about two hords made of thousands of naked shreks screaming and battling when i hear the words "ogre battle". but this is kind of sexy anyway. like mmmh you want me to """come tonight""" to the """ogre battle"""? we can arrange that :) more like hoegre battle 9/10
the fairy feller's master-stroke
this feels exactly like having a stroke. 1000/10.
nevermore
our exciting journey, so far, has included the unmistakable thrill of killing your husband to the gay version of the imperial march from star wars, a terrifying nickelodeon show, some pure blissful times, a cool drinking game to do with your friends or alone in your mansion while wearing a red satin nightgown with mascara smeared down your face, a sexy 'you don't get it mum' moment and a very fun time with your baby while watching naked shreks fight to the death. we just need some good old depression sometimes. 8/10 because it's hoe-able but too sad to be happy about it.
the march of the black queen
this is the single most dramatic song queen has ever recorded i think. it talks about a hoe but she's like a royal hoe and she also happens to be freddie mercury. it's got so many genres and stuff you can waltz or twerk to it and it works perfectly both ways. makes you feel like a dangerous woman like that anna grande chick DREAMS of having this POWER. makes you feel like you've got the whole world wrapped around your finger, and that finger is going you know where babe. very horny because of the black queen tbh. 193737292922/10.
funny how love is
bitch im still horny and powerful from the march of the black queen don't come at me with that love shit im over that right now 2/10 because it doesn't suck
seven seas of rhye
it's throwback thursday aaand we're back at RHYE which is a place that doesn't exist but seems to be such a motherfucking mess i would NOT like to be there it's worse than america honestly but the song is fire 10/10
#queen#queen band#freddie mercury#brian may#roger taylor#john deacon#fred#bri#rog#deaky#album reviews#queen ii
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I'm in a Softhorny mood so here are some gaming demon bf Nero HCs no one asked for.
...slight nsfw
- He'd definitely buy you the games you want. It's not a full-on on the spot kinna thing though. He'd listen to you go on about it(because he loves listening to you) for awhile before he comes home one day, gift in his hand- OH! It's the game you've been talking about for a whole month.
- Loves video games as much as you do so you both nerd out together while cuddling on the couch.<3 I'd say he doesn't really have a preference for what kind of games, but if he had to choose, something with a good mix of both action and story would be nice.
- He likes to sit inbetween your thighs, leaning back against you with your arms around his chest as he plays. Also likes to give your thighs a lil' squeeze whenever he loses or doesn't hit a highscore as a way to vent his frustration. Perhaps also loves seeing the reddening handprint after.
- (my own guilty pleasure RREEEE but uh he likes it when you praise him<3)
- When he's all focused, his confidence is so fucking sexy. Awkward baby who? No. You could see- fUckin' FEEL that intense concentration he has while tryna get through boss battles(and he's hella good ok).
- I'd say he doesn't easily get annoyed with S/O often, so go ahead and poke his sides! Play with his hair,, give him lil' nose kisses,, caress his inner thighs. Give this needy man a boner!
- Go all out and be suggestive. He wouldn't often say no to you sucking his dick- though he won't be as responsive if he's midbattle.
- After he's done though? There goes the controller, and here comes the thrusting! He loves fucking your throat but never really verbally says it(because when that confidence switch is flicked off, he's just awkward Hot babe)
- Would l o v e seeing you bouncing on his dick while you're trying to focus on.... idk,, building a house in minecraft? Defeating cerberus?
- ((He probably drops a seductive taunt out of excitement sometimes and it's funny because he immediately goes red))
Idk what thsi was but I'm in some kind of moo d right now. Cryign noise
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Tell Me Everything Will Be Alright
This is my fic (and my first phanfic wow) for the 2018 Phandom Secret Valentines, and my valentine is @citrouillephan!
I hope you enjoy! -from your valentine, @realityfallsapart
tags: fluff, angst, 2009 AU
words: 4.7k
Summary: Dan Howell tends to get lost in his head and his thoughts have a habit of ruling him even when he doesn’t want them to. When he and his best friend finally have a chance at meeting, Dan starts to wonder if he is actually good enough for the amazing human being that is Phil Lester.
(ao3 link)
(Thank you so much to @moonbeamphan for reading this over and helping me! This wouldn’t be as good without you!)
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Dan typed his answer and sent it by hitting enter before leaning back in his chair and letting out a shaky breath that seemed to rattle his insides. His laptop chirped quietly, announcing that Phil had replied to him. He couldn’t bring himself to look at it right away. Finally, after a few moments, he flicked his eyes down to the white screen of the computer in his lap where Phil’s most recent message seemed to glare up at him.
Phil :) (9:47 PM)
i know!
i can’t believe it either!
For a few moment, Dan could do nothing but stare at the screen; at the black words disrupting the artificial white light. It was the only thing that gave Dan any sort of illumination in his room; everything else was dark. He bit his lip and thought about the possible pros and cons of shutting his laptop and burying his head under his duvet to pretend that everything was fine because it was. It’s all fine.
Dan shook his head and reached his hands down to the keyboard. He wouldn't—couldn’t—do that to Phil. Phil deserved so much better than that. His numb fingers typed out a small sentence, only realizing that it had several typos until after he had sent it. He mentally kicked himself for it.
Dan ^-^ (9:51 PM)
Me niether! it seems like thsi would n e v e r happen!
**neither, this
Jeez i can spell
Phil :) (9:51 PM)
idk dan are you sure you can def spell? those seem like some pretty beginner mistakes…
Dan knew Phil was kidding. He knew that it was just Phil playing around with Dan like they normally did. Like they had been doing for months at this point. But in Dan’s heightened state of anxiety and stress, he couldn’t help but berate himself further. God, Phil must think of him as a kid now, he can’t even spell right!
Dan crashed back into his mattress, groaning and squeezing his eyes shut.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid….” he muttered, hitting his forehead with his hand with every word.
Looking back on this moment, Dan would laugh and realize how utterly idiotic his anger with himself was coming from, but right now, in bed with the lights off and by himself, he couldn’t help but magnify the issue. He had been anxious and stressed without a pause this entire week.
He looked up at his ceiling, sighing in growing frustration towards himself, but it wasn’t just because of his inability to catch his typos. In fact, it had nothing to do with them. The typos had just tipped him right over the edge and all of his insecurities crashed over him like waves, his head nearly going under the tide.
To say he wasn’t good enough was an understatement. To say that Phil deserved a much better best friend than Dan was even more of one. Phil was older, more experienced, more mature, funny, smart, kind, and extremely compassionate. He had a great time making pretty successful and entertaining videos (at least in Dan’s opinion, and he would always fight anyone who said otherwise) on the side, on top of balancing life. Dan was younger, so much more less experienced with everything, he got overwhelmed with life and spent the majority of his time curled up under his covers surfing through the waves of his latest existential crisis or playing PC video games that he would forget about within the next 24 hours. He was purgatory in the form of a human and an incredibly underwhelming one at that.
He wasn’t sure how long exactly he laid there, stewing in his self-deprecation and wishing that he was better. Better in literally every aspect, maybe then he would finally be worth Phil’s time, if only a little bit. His computer chirped again, and then twice more minutes later in rapid succession, as if angry. Dan grasped for the thing, pulling it up to his chest, lacking the energy to sit back up.
Phil :) (10:07 PM)
Dan you know im joking right?
Phil :) (10:16 PM)
Dan? you still there? i was joking i promise you can make all the typos you want
u didnt fall asleep did you?
Dan couldn’t help the watery smile that turned the corners of his mouth up, albeit it being a small one. Phil had that effect on him even if Dan was falling apart on the inside. Just a little though, he was fine.
Dan ^-^ (10:18 PM)
nooo im not sleeping
Phil :) (10:18 PM)
:(
Dan ^-^ (10:19 PM)
why the frowny face
Dan tried to keep the fear out of his thoughts but the talons of doubt had already settled around his heart. Was Phil mad that he didn’t answer right away? Would-
His laptop signaled the arrival of Phil’s reply, and Dan really didn’t know if he wanted to slam the lid of his computer shut or jump at the opportunity to find out if he had just ruined the best friendship he had ever had. Ever will. He went for the latter.
(Dan supposed he might be overreacting, but then again, when wasn’t he, it seemed?)
Phil :) (10:20 PM)
did i insult your typing skills one too many times? is that why you disapeared?
*disappeared
Dan used the best coping mechanisms for dealing with his anxiety that he knew: humor and avoidance. Together, they were a formidable force and Dan had spent a large majority of his time perfecting their potency.
Dan ^-^ (10:20 PM)
now look who’s making the typos
Phil :) (10:20 PM)
Dan.
He gulped. Now he had done it. Fuck. He had to fix this.
Dan ignored the roar behind his ears that seemed to be screaming that he should just ignore this all, pray that things would magically fix themselves and change the topic. That was his fear talking. His self-abandonment. His anxiety. His everything. Phil was worth so much more. So Dan pushed it all away for just long enough to reply.
Dan ^-^ (10:21 PM)
sorry, joke
no, thats not why i ran away
i was just thinking, thats all
Phil :) (10:21 PM)
were you doing it again
Dan tried to pretend that he didn’t know what Phil was talking about and simultaneously cursed himself for telling Phil about his increasing habit for getting lost in his thoughts. He failed. He knew exactly what Phil was talking about.
Back, about three weeks ago in a later-than-normal conversation where all of their inhibitions seemed to dissipate, Dan had finally come clean about how sometimes thoughts got the best of him. He would crumble under them, get so completely and utterly lost in his head that he would sometimes stay there for hours on end, picking apart anything that his conscience decided to dig up. And it hindered Dan, made him hate himself just that much more, made him hate how easily his anxieties held him hostage, stuck. But he couldn’t do much about it, it seemed, for whenever he got lost in his head, he always forgot that he had to get out.
Dan gulped. He had to lie his way out of this. He knew that Phil didn’t like it when Dan got stuck. He could pull off nonchalance, right?
Dan ^-^ (10:22 PM)
no
Phil :) (10:22 PM)
im not convinced
you were werent you
Dan ^-^ (10:23 PM)
does my word not count for anything lol
Phil :) (10:24 PM)
maybe if we were talking and i could see your face it’d count
Dan ^-^ (10:24 PM)
what’s my face got to do with anything?
Phil’s bubble appeared on the screen once, twice, three times, before he apparently decided on what he was going to say and sent it. The entire time Dan was a few words away from having a breakdown. His hands were shaking. His mind was racing faster than normal. Faster than it had in what seemed like a very long time.
Phil :) (10:26 PM)
bc then i could tell if you were lying
tho rn i dont even need that
Dan ^-^ (10:26 PM)
are u seriously saying im lying
Phil :) (10:27 PM)
yeah
you did everything that you always do when you arent telling the truth
you joked
changed / focused the conversation onto smth else
and besides
ive gathered that you really dont like to talk about the things that bother you. you like to ignore them and stuff
Dan ^-^ (10:28 PM)
so how bout we not talk about them then
Phil :) (10:29 PM)
normally, maybe
but not with this
Dan ^-^ (10:29 PM)
and why not?
Phil :) (10:29 PM)
bc i dont like it when you beat yourself up in your head
Dan ^-^ (10:30 PM)
who said i was beating myself up in my head
Phil :) (10:30 PM)
… dan :/
youre avoiding again
Dan cursed himself. God, since when could Phil read him like a book?
Dan ^-^ (10:32 PM)
fine. maybe i am
what are you gonna do about it philly?
Phil :) (10:32 PM)
daaaaannnnnn
you arent allowed to beat yourself up
no ones allowed to
especially you!
Dan giggled, just a little. He couldn’t help it when Phil was being…well, Phil.
Dan ^-^ (10:33 PM)
and why not? Hmm?
Phil :) (10:34 PM)
bc youre my favorite person silly
my favorite person cant be sad. its just the rules
Dan ^-^ (10:35 PM)
oh yeah? whose rules then, oh wise philip
Phil :) (10:35 PM)
ew dont call me philip my nan calls me that
and theyre my rules
my rules for my favorite person
Dan ^-^ (10:35 PM)
suuurrreee phil. sure its a rule
*philip
Phil’s cursor didn’t appear seconds after Dan had sent his message like usual. Insead, nothing appeared. Their good-natured banter had eased the storm raging inside of Dan and his thoughts and anxieties had died down a little, much more easier to bear with the distraction Phil was giving him, but with the sudden disappearance of his best friend, they came back full force. All of his doubts spilled into the front of his conscience. He shivered. It wasn’t from the cold.
Dan watched the little digital clock at the bottom of his laptop screen count the minutes falling away. One, two, three, four, five, god did what did he do-
Phil :) (10:41 PM)
[multimedia image: click to load]
With his heart in his throat, Dan clicked, and a small window appeared, momentarily covering their chat from Dan’s view. It was hard to make out, the quality bad and the image itself grainy and dark, but it was of a piece of paper lying atop two legs clad in bright pyjamas that Dan could immediately connect to Phil and his eccentric personality. He could make out the tip of Phil’s finger at the top of the shot, too. Squinting, he looked at the paper itself, zooming in to make out the words penned in Phil’s handwriting.
Rules:
1. Dan Howell is my favorite person
2. No one is allowed to make fun of him
3. ESPECIALLY if that “no one” is Dan himself
Dan started to laugh. Only Phil would actually make a list of “rules”. Only Phil.
Before Dan could reply, Phil was typing again.
Phil :) (10:43 PM)
there. proper rules written on proper paper. you have to follow them now
Dan ^-^ (10:44 PM)
i cant believe that you actually wrote rules you spork
but fine! i guess if i have to lol
Dan was still working heavily with avoiding the whole situation entirely, just like with what he was doing to the problem causing him so much stress to begin with, but he couldn’t help it. It’s just how he was.
Phil :) (10:46 PM)
so you admit to your crimes xD
but anyways
you were stuck in your head again
which is okay, i mean, i understand that it’s something you cant help
Dan felt like he was going to cry. Phil’s assurance that Dan’s mind running in panicked circles was perfectly okay was almost too much. Phil’s compassion was almost too much.
But it appeared that Phil wasn’t done, because his laptop dinged quietly again.
Phil :) (10:47 PM)
can i ask whats got you so sad and worried
so i can beat it up
obvs
Now Dan really wanted to cry. How could he tell Phil that the reason was him? How could he say that the root of this ball of anxiety and stress and worrying that had taken over him was Phil himself?
He couldn’t do that to Phil, not when his best friend would undoubtedly take it hard. God, if Phil knew why Dan kept getting lost in himself, he would be crushed.
Dan ^-^ (10:51 PM)
noooo
Phil :) (10:51 PM)
are you sure? i wont judge you dan, i swear it doesnt matter if you think i wont like it
i just wanna be here for you
If Dan wasn’t crying earlier, he was now, a few select tears dripping down his cheeks, brimming with the emotions that had been taking over him this past week. Phil was…too much. He was too kind, too sweet, too undeserving of someone like Dan. God, Phil deserved the whole world, he shouldn’t have to settle with Dan.
Another message appeared on Dan’s screen, as but this one didn’t seem like normal, it was a little off, a little rushed, a little…something. Dan couldn’t place it.
Phil :) (10:53 PM)
bc youre my best friend.
obvs. xD
If Dan wasn’t so out of it and was able to think clearly, he might have questioned Phil’s “clarification” of why and what sense he wanted to be there for him, but Dan was not in the best state of mind and he thought nothing of it.
Dan looked at his screen again. He still had to acknowledge Phil’s question, and he wasn’t sure how to go about it. He wanted to tell Phil he already told him everything, have Phil reassure him and tell him that everything was going to be okay again, like he normally did. But Dan couldn’t. He couldn’t lie again, once was already once too many, and something told Dan that if he tried to ignore it or change the topic, Phil would just call him out again.
Fuck.
Dan ^-^ (10:56 PM)
it doesnt matter
Phil :) (10:56 PM)
yes it does
its enough to make you get lost in that head of yours, so it matters
Dan ^-^ (10:57 PM)
phil we both know it doesnt take much for me to get lost in my thoughts
Phil :) (10:58 PM)
still
something is bothering you and i want to fix it
Dan bit his lip. God, Phil had no idea how badly he wanted to let him fix this. He couldn’t though. He just couldn’t.
Dan ^-^ (10:58 PM)
nooo phil, you cant fix this one
Phil :) (10:58 PM)
>:(
you cant even let me try?
Always, always, but just not with this. Dan couldn’t tell Phil this, not when it would hurt him.
Dan ^-^ (11:00 PM)
no phil, not with this sorry :(
Phil :) (11:01 PM)
:((((
okay
i may not like it but i can respect that
will you tell me tomorrow?
Dan looked at the screen, thinking about it. Tomorrow was what he was worried about to begin with. Could he tell Phil tomorrow? He wasn’t sure. Well, it didn’t matter if things went good or not, Dan mused, tomorrow Dan’s fears would either be affirmed or destroyed.
He could only hope.
Dan ^-^ (11:03 PM)
sure
tomorrow
Phil :) (11:03 PM)
yay!!!
Dan laughed, breathily.
Phil :) (11:03 PM)
oooh! look at the time!
its getting so late bear wow
guess we should get to sleep so we dont fall asleep on each other tomorrow huh? xD
Dan’s heart physically melted at the use of Phil’s pet name for him. He only used it occasionally, but it never failed to make Dan’s heart stutter in his chest and the butterflies in his belly to flit around faster, making him feel almost giddy. Hopeful.
God he sounded so stupid right now. Anxious and stressed out of his mind yet still acting like a little kid with their first crush.
Stupid feelings.
Dan ^-^ (11:05 PM)
yeah i guess we should!
night philly :)
Phil :) (11:05 PM)
goodnight dan!! :D
see you tomorrow!
(ps, idk whats bothering you and thats okay but i hope whatever it is it works out for you :“) )
Ah yes. That’s what it boiled down to. Tomorrow morning Dan would board a train and take it up to Manchester to spend some time with Phil. The first time that they would see each other in real life, not just behind a computer screen. They had skyped before and texted and chatted for countless hours over countless days, but the thought of tomorrow still made Dan want to throw up.
He wasn’t good enough for Phil. He was just so terrified that tomorrow Phil would see that.
Dan ^-^ (11:06 PM)
:)
After hitting send Dan thrust the lid to his laptop down and pushed it off of his chest, letting it fall onto the bed. Dan felt sick again. He was so scared about tomorrow because there were so many things that could go wrong and so many flaws that Phil could discover about Dan and so many, so many, ways for what is supposed to be the best day of Dan’s life to turn out to be his worst.
God, he hated his anxiety for always picking things apart. Always fucking with Dan’s own head.
Dan rolled over and grabbed his duvet, pulling it up and wishing that it would just swallow him whole. Fuck. He couldn’t do it tomorrow. He couldn’t handle this stress.
Taking a deep breath, Dan clutched his duvet tighter in his grasp and tried to keep his lip from wobbling.
Right now he just wanted to sleep. He wanted to forget that he didn’t feel good enough, that yet again his insecurities were screwing him over, that he wanted to cry. He wanted to forget. Unfortunately for Dan the universe didn’t agree and he ended up staying awake for hours after the he had closed his laptop, the entire time doing nothing but thinking, getting lost in his head, and wishing that his thoughts would just turn off.
For once.
Please.
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Dan slung his bag over his shoulder. His fingers felt numb. Unlike his greatest hopes, the fitful-at-best night’s sleep did nothing to alleviate Dan’s terror. If anything, it had only magnified it because now it was today and Dan couldn’t run anymore.
He took a cab to the station, and he ended up being earlier than he needed to be, having about an extra ten minutes to wait for his train. He sat on a bench, his legs nothing but jelly at this point, his fears making it quite easy to foresee his long legs from just giving out on him. Dan didn’t want to make an embarrassment of himself on top of it all, so he tried to calm his racing heart while he sat.
With no luck.
Of course.
Dan looked down at the ticket in his hand. It would be so easy to not go. To walk right out of the station, spend the weekend at home instead of with Phil, and not risk Phil seeing how utterly underwhelming Dan was as a person. He could lie, could say that he ran late, missed his train, maybe his parents changed their minds and didn’t let Dan go.
But God, as Dan looked down at the paper in his trembling hand, he couldn’t help but know that he wouldn’t be able to actually go through with not leaving. He wouldn’t be able to lie to Phil, not about something this big—who was he kidding, he had a hard enough time lying to Phil last night over something so small!
But more than that, Dan knew that it was much more than not being able to lie to Phil. He had wanted to meet Phil ever since he had started to watch his videos, and the sentiment had only increased tenfold with their fast friendship. Phil was now much more than a hero, much more than a few minutes of distraction. He was Phil, Dan’s AmazingPhil, and he was his best friend. That lanky black-haired boy was worth so so much in Dan’s eyes, and he couldn’t, couldn’t, leave him in the dust like that. God it wouldn’t just kill Phil, but it would kill Dan too. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.
Dan had been thinking too hard. Before he knew it the train was pulling into the station and Dan gulped, raising on still-shaky legs and gripping the strap of his bag so hard he didn’t even have to look to know that his knuckles were blotched white.
As Dan took his seat, a new resolve washed over him. He would go. He would endure this train ride that undoubtedly would be the most anxiety-inducing thing he had done in a very long time—possibly ever—and he would do it for Phil. If Phil would reject him or not, he would try not to dwell on it on the coming trip (a losing battle, Dan knew), but he would still go.
For Phil.
~~~~~
Dan’s heart was going so fast he was sure that he was going to pass out. His hands, his arms, legs, his whole body was trembling.
Manchester’s Piccadilly Station.
Dan was here.
There was a decent amount of people on the station as far as Dan could see as the train pulled in, but none of them looked like his best friend.
The train came to a stop and Dan stood, the first to make it to the doors and there when they opened.
Strangely enough, when the doors pulled open and Dan took a step out into the station, he stopped trembling. His heart slowed—not by much, but it slowed—and this whole thing didn’t seem quite as scary. Sure, Dan’s thoughts were still screaming in his head, sure, his anxiety was still off the charts, and sure, his hands were still sweaty and his breath was still shallow but still. It was as if a calm had washed over him.
Dan wasn’t sure what to make of it. Maybe he was just going into shock.
People busied around him, walking this way and that, talking into cell phones, to other people, some silent. Dan, unsure of everything right now, followed where the general push of people were guiding him, the whole time craning his head, looking for his Phil. He tried not to panic. He tried.
But with every second the calm that had overtook him was shrinking and his anxiety steadily increased.
Did Phil forget? Did he stand me up? Oh God he’s not coming he didn’t come-
"Dan!”
Dan whirled around at the sound of his name, uttered by a voice that sounded so much better when it wasn’t distorted by their shitty computer’s speakers.
Before Dan could register really anything, he was being engulfed in a hug, two strong arms wrapping themselves around Dan’s shoulders, pulling him flush against the figure.
Against Phil.
And instantly all of the shouting in Dan’s head was gone. The slight tremble in his hands vanished, and for the first time in a week, his anxiety was gone without a trace. Dan felt like crying.
Dan gasped in surprise, his brain taking a moment to reboot because Phil didn’t forget, didn’t stand him up, didn’t change his mind, and suddenly Dan felt very, very stupid because how could he ever think that Phil would do something like that. This was Phil, the kindest person on the planet.
Phil pulled away, just a little, just enough so they could see each other’s faces, and Dan had to keep himself from pulling Phil back in.
His smile was so wide, easily the widest Dan had ever seen it. And his eyes, oh God those eyes were a thousand times clearer, a thousand times more mesmerizing than behind a screen. Dan didn’t doubt for a second that he could stand here and look into them for the rest of the day without tiring of their never-ending beauty. Fuck. Why did his eyes have to be so gorgeous.
Dan tore his eyes away from Phil’s and looked over the rest of him, from his broad shoulders that Dan wanted to wrap his arms around, to the tussle of his hair that Dan craved to run his fingers through and the line of his jaw that Dan felt the need to trace. Double fuck. Why did the entirety of Phil have to be gorgeous.
“Dan! I can’t believe you’re here! I have today all planned out; I’m going to show you everything!” Phil said excitedly, a twinkle as clear as day in his eyes. Phil was practically vibrating with excitement and it made a smile spread over Dan’s features. Phil’s happiness was contagious.
Phil stopped his rambling, looking down at Dan sheepishly.
“I mean, if that’s all okay with you. If you don’t want to do something that’s okay, I totally get it. We can do anything you want, I-”
Dan tilted his head back and laughed, laughed because Phil seemed nervous. Phil was nervous and it was adorable.
“Yeah, yeah Phil it’s all fine. All of it, don’t worry. I just can’t believe you want to do it all with me.”
Phil’s smile faded a little, and the twinkle in his eye got that much smaller. He looked a little sad.
“Was this what you were so worried about? That I wouldn’t like you?”
Dan bit his lip and looked down, giving a little nod.
Phil pulled Dan right back into a hug, but this time it felt even more real, and it was impossibly tighter. It felt like Phil was pulling all of Dan’s lost pieces together. Phil’s voice was in his ear.
“Of course I like you, Dan. You’re my best friend. I like you more than anyone else. Promise.”
Dan might have just felt like crying, in that moment. Phil accepted him. He wasn’t going to leave him. Things were okay. They were okay.
He knew that this would hit him later, maybe tonight when he had a chance to process things. He’d probably cry out of relief, but it would all be okay because Phil would be there to hold him together and ease all of Dan’s worries.
Soon enough they set off, hand in hand, and Dan was smiling so wide, so, so wide. He couldn’t have been happier with how things had turned out.
Dan looked sideways at Phil, trying to not be too obvious.
This had worked out so maybe, just maybe, something else could work out for him.
~~~~~
Dan stood at the window, a cup of coffee in his hand. It was early, and he could see the technicolor dream across the sky that was that morning’s sunrise. The steam from his coffee rose from the rim of the cup and slowly diffused into nothing; tendril-like hands wisped up and around Dan’s neck.
It had been nearly nine years.
Dan’s nervousness and dark thoughts never ceased to plague him, however, he learned to deal with it better. He could confidently say that he has never been happier.
It had been nearly nine years, and they were still inseparable. Their channels had grown exponentially, and they boasted an insanely large fan community.
As the years had gone by, their strong, unbreakable friendship slowly blossomed into something remarkably beautiful. Their long Skype calls turned into late night kisses, and they had been happily in love for nearly nine years.
Dan twisted the ring on his third finger. As well as being happily in love, they were also engaged to be married within the next year. Lately, he’d been waking up in complete disbelief.
The thing Dan had wanted so desperately to work out for him did, and in the most perfectly perfect way possible.
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gnawing my arm off thinking abt yugioh aus
bakugan au: dm, 5ds yugi: darkus; elfin (yami- linehalt) kaiba: haos; alpha hydranoid joey: pyrus; percival bakura: darkus; reaper marik: subterra; leonidas (idc if thsi is game exclusive its cool)
yusei: haos/ ventus; dragonoid? <-- idk bcs haos fits stardust’s aesthetic but it’s a wind attribute monster... jack: darkus; helios crow: darkus; ravenoid--> skyress aki: pyrus; rubanoid ruka: ventus; rua: aquos;
merymay moment: 5ds a) everyone is a mer yusei: spider crab jack: yeti crab or sword fish crow: manta ray aki: giant squid rua+ruka: sea slugs bruno: whale shark kiryu: goblin shark
b) “i just want my fave character to work at an aquarium” au antinomy works at an aquarium as an animal curator (seals) and sometimes goes on field study trips w paradox (local conservation biologist) and meets some mers (yusei and the rest of team 5ds). nothing more to it but adding on zone would be a coordinator and aporia would be a vet (tech? maybe). always really enjoy the fics that are about an aquarium worker discovering a mer (i prefer the ones where the mer being captured isn’t involved but both are good to me) all previous mer assignments from (a) apply here too.
marching band: 5ds, gx, dm, vrains yusei: drum major...but also prop crew vibes jack: sousaphone crow: drumline kiryu: flute/ piccolo aki: color guard bruno: front ensemble ruka: (ms) flute rua: (ms) trumpet
judai: drum line (cymbals) manjoume: drumline only because it’s always the drumline kids trying to date color guard girls and it’d be funny, otherwise he’d be french horn sho: flute player with the weakest breathiest plays ever asuka: color guards for a year and then goes front ensemble johan: tenor/ baritone sax jim: trombone o'brien: trumpet blair: clarinet tyrano: front ensemble fubuki: super stuck on him being french horn or color guard captain he fits color guard so well reminds me sm of my old flag capt ryo: itd be funny if he was a color guard (or drumline, center snare) yusuke: also color guard
yugi: TRUMPET I JUST KNOW ITTTT kaiba: the most annoying type of french horn player (ptoo) joey: soprano sax anzu: smart enough to not join marching band go dance team go honda: just seems like the guy in color guard whos very insecure abt bein guard but enjoys it anyways duke: alto sax bakura: wouldn't survive a drill, not in marching band sorry i just wanted to say he wouldnt be able to even go thru one movement
yusaku: front ensemble, specifically to mimic my friend who had an electric bass in marching band fr some reason ai: front ensemble, glockenspiel fan ryoken: clarinet takeru: sousaphone aoi: color gaurd
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so i send my best friends faceswaps of me w/ hockey players faces when i'm bored sometimes and one of my friends screenshots all of them and i save them sometimes and i was just looking thru them to cope w/ the wjc game bc it fucked me up bc stress and i'm fucking dying laughing idek why they're so funny ??
PLEASE odfmgfdjgndfkj thsi is cute i love
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