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timelock97 · 5 years ago

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Kid-Pranked

Time Never Stops Blurb!

Word Count: 2302

A/N: ope, we about to freak poor Tommy out, I am not sorry. It’s pure fluff

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I run my hand through my hair as I walk about the house going through my mental check-list. Cameras? Check. Mics? Check. Extra batteries? Check. Backpack with the rest of my equipment? Checkity-check. I zip up the main zipper as I place it on the kitchen chair to grab my water from out of the fridge. “Tom?”

“Yes, love?”

“Are you sure you’re good to have the kids today?” I place the water bottle into the side pocket, clipping the top to the side strap for extra security.

Tom laughs from the living room, feet shuffling against the floor as he walks into the kitchen, Nathaniel settled on his hip, who upon seeing me reaches for me to hold him. Tom hands him over as I reach for him, Nathan’s head resting against my collar bone. “Love, I’m their dad. Besides, Harrison will be with me. They can’t outnumber us.”

“Mama.”

“Yeah, bud?” I coo, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

Nathan nuzzles his head into my skin, grabbing a fistfull of my tee shirt, “‘ungry.”

I giggle, Tom moving past me to grab Nathan’s breakfast. “Daddy is getting it for you, okay?”

“Mama?”

I turn and smile at Claire walking into the room, Spider-Man tsum tsum tucked under her right arm and left hand holding onto Tessa’s collar. “Good morning, Claire-bear, did you sleep well?”

She nods, walking over and wrapping her arms around my leg. “Yeah,” she nuzzles her face into my pants. “Are you going to see Uncle Dan and Uncle Phil today?”

“Yup,” I run a hand through her slightly curled, tangled hair.

“Can I go?” She looks up at me, big brown eyes mimicking Tom’s puppy-dog stare.

I smile down at her, “Don’t you want to spend the day with Daddy?”

“We aren’t going to Grandma and Grandad’s?” Her eyes light up as she lets go to run into Tom’s legs, nearly knocking him over. “Can we go to the park? Please, please, pleeeeeeeease?”

“Absolutely, princess.” Tom laughs, placing his hand on the back of her head to hug her closer.

My phone pinging pulls me away from the sweet moment. I reach for it off the table to see that the boys are outside. “Alright, babies, Mama has to head out.” I crouch so Claire can hug me while I set Nathan on the ground, “Be good for Daddy and Uncle Harrison, okay?” The two nod as I stand and press a quick kiss to Tom’s lips before grabbing my bag and head out the door.

“So Tom has the babies today?” Phil greets as I crawl onto the back seat of the Uber, camera in hand.

“Yeah, him and Harrison are taking them to the park and then they are going to have a picnic with them or something.” I laugh, shifting the bags onto the floor.

Dan smiles as he turns in the front seat, “so that’s why our last stop in filming is the park?”

I shrug, nodding my head. “Figured if I see them, I can check in on them. Nathaniel is one-hundred percent a mama’s boy.”

“He’d want to you to go home too-”

“Or come with me, baby boy is attached to the hip.”

The three of us meet up with the rest of the group to record, ready for a long, long day. As we progress and finally head to the park, I notice that Tom had sent me a few pictures of the babies. He had captioned the text ‘Park Ready ‘ which made me laugh.

While finishing up some of the final shots, I hear a familiar yell, making me turn. I laugh as Claire comes running over, barreling into my legs happily. “Mama!”

“Hey, Claire-Bear, are you having a fun day with Daddy?”

She nods her head, giggling, “Daddy is having a prank war with Uncle Hazza.”

“He is?” She giggles at my voice going higher, nodding her head. “Well, ain’t that fun?”

She sways from side to side, looking up at me before motioning for me to lean down. Once I crouch to her height, she lets out a little giggle, “Can we prank Daddy?”

“You wanna prank your Daddy?” I giggle, pinching her sides so she giggles again. “Doesn’t that sound fun, we can do it once I get home, yeah?”

“Nooooooo,” she whines, “wanna do it now!”

Phil crouches down beside me, chuckling as Claire launches into his arms, calling out his name. “What were you thinking, bug?” Claire goes into a big explanation while I stand, stretching my stiff muscles.

Dan walks over and gives me a funny look, “What you thinking about Howell?”

“She wants to prank Tom?”

“Yeah, we’ve all been in a mega prank war and its been taking over our house.”

He chuckles, “What was the worst thing that’s happened so far?”

“Hmmm,” I scratch the back of my head, “Tom pretended that Claire was having an allergic reaction while I was on a live stream and when I reacted I ended up getting sopped with green goo, in front of 10 million people...”

“So she wants to help her Mum now, I think you should go a little more all out.”

“Like what?” I laugh, replacing my camera battery while we are stopped.

“How would Tom react if your littles disappeared?”

“Freak the fuck out, that’s for damn sure.” I notice the way Dan gives me a knowing look, “No, I am not gonna kidnap my own kids!”

“I know you want this prank war to be done, I can see it in your face, and it’s not kidnapping if someone else on the opposite party knows-”

“No it’s not, Dan!” I shake my head, my focus going back to my daughter as she wraps her arm around my leg, looking up at me with bright eyes.

“Mama, prank Daddy?”

I look at Dan and Phil, both who look at me with mischief in their eyes. “This is a bad idea-”

“We won’t keep them too long, we can go back to your place if you are so worried.” Dan suggests.

“What are we doing?” Phil asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Pranking my husband.” I sigh, setting my bag down on the ground before sitting down beside it. Claire crawls into my lap as I pull out my ideas notepad and pen.

Harrison,

If you say anything about pranking your best friend before the proper point I will pull you into this prank war and it will be 10x worse than what I have had to deal with this month. I am taking the kids back home, and you are the only one who is going to know. Gonna let Tom have his own freak-out moment with the babies. Make sure Tom comes home after at least an hour, and make sure he doesn’t call the police. It won’t be a pretty thing to explain to the police that I took my own kids without telling my husband for a prank.

Much love, your other best friend, (Y/N)

I rip out the page, folding it in half and look at Claire. “Alright, little love, you are going to do two things for me, okay?” I point over at a large tree that isn’t too far from where Harrison and Nathan are seated. “You are going to hand this to Uncle Hazza, then take Nathan’s hand and tell him we are gonna see Mama, then come back to me. Okay?”

“Prank Daddy?”

“Prank Daddy.” I confirm, Claire snatching the piece of paper from my hand before running as fast as her little legs can carry her over to her uncle. I look at Dan and Phil, who have grabbed and rezipped my bag, “I’ll meet you over there, yeah?”

They give me a crisp nod before walking to the closest exit that was happened to be closest to the walk home. I move over to the tree and wait a minute before Nathaniel is beside me, reaching out for me. “Hi, baby baby, wanna go home and watch Totoro?”

“‘Roro.” He hums, eyes falling shut and thumb popping into his mouth as he settles against my chest. Claire grabs my hand as we walk to the exit, only letting go to take Phil and Dan’s hands so they can swing her between them. I smile at the scene, raising an eyebrow when my phone vibrates in my back pocket. When I fish it out, I let out a short, breathy laugh.

Hazza Bananza

Tom is gonna kill me for not telling him.

Also, he literally walked away to get Claire and ice-lollie.

I don’t think he will last an hour.

Mama MemeLord

Figure it out Osterfield

I roll my eyes as I send out the response, tucking it back into my back pocket. Nathaniel curls closer, breath even. Looks like I am gonna have to just relax for the next hour.

An hour later, Harrison had already texted me to say they were on their way home. I usher the kids into the back yard with Dan and Phil as I get started on dinner. I hear the front door slam open, Tom’s voice shaking as he calls out, “Claire Marie! Nathaniel James! Please tell me you are here?”

“Tom?” I call, a concerned face covering my features.

“Love! Y-you’re home!” He stutters, his eyes wide with fear and anxiety, “(Y/N), I lost the kids, we were at the park and I walked away to get Claire an ice-lollie and when I came back they were gone-”

My heart aches at his fear, and I grab his shoulders in an attempt to calm him. “Tom, Tom, Tom. Take a breathe. The babies are fine-”

“No I lost them, and I thought that maybe they just came home, or went to my Mum’s and Dad’s but they aren’t there.”

“Baby, you didn’t lose them.” I giggle, taking his face in my hands.

“I didn’t- but they were with me-”

“And my last stop was at the park, and our babies were tired and wanted to go home.” I tell him, moving my hands down to hold his.

“You had them? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Dan thought it would be a good prank after what you did to me last week.”

That’s when Tom’s eyes finally lighten, I can feel the weight finally falling away from his shoulders. “So you freaked me out ‘cause I freaked you out?”

“Yup, except, instead of freaking you out in front of 10 million people, I only let you freak out in front of your best friend.”

Tom spins around to point at Harrison, who already has his hands up in surrender. “You-”

Harrison points at me in a panic, “She put me up to it!”

“Daddy!” Claire’s voice pulls us all away from our conversation. Tom’s knees hit the floor as he takes her into his arms. “Pranked you!”

Tom lets out a wet laugh, “Yup, but we aren’t going to do anymore pranks for awhile, okay?”

“Okay! Can we play tea-party?”

Tom chuckles, nodding, “After dinner, okay baby-love?”

“Da’?” Nathaniel’s voice comes from the sliding glass door, Dan and Phil not too far behind.

“Hey, bud!” Tom opens his arm so he can hug Nathan, who just snuggles into him. “Missed you.”

“Well, now that the cat is out of the bag, we are going to leave,” Dan calls, trying to sneak by Tom without being caught.

“You aren’t allowed in my house for three months, Daniel.” Tom calls back, making the kids giggle, Claire running over to Dan calling out a long ‘no’.

“Why three months?” Dan laughs as he snuggles Claire.

“Cause I can’t ground you, and it just keeps you away from giving my wife bad ideas.”

“Leave him alone, Tommy.” I giggle, as he stands, wrapping an arm around his chest, pressing mine to his back. “Everyone is fine.”

“I know, I know, love.” He mutters, taking my hand in his to press a kiss to the back of it. “Have a safe drive home, mates. You too Harrison.”

“I’m out, gotta meet with my mum tonight anyways, bye guys!”

The house grew quiet as everyone left for the evening. Tom lets out a sigh as my timer goes off on the stove. “Dinner’s ready.” I mutter, letting go of Tom to pull the chicken out of the oven.

“Claire, will you take your brother to the bathroom and help him wash his hands for dinner?” I don’t hear a response, but the pitter-patter of feet leaving the room confirms that she was doing just that. The room stays silent as I feel Tom move toward me, the only sound coming from the creaking floorboards. A squeak leaves my parted lips as his hand connects with my toosh. “Love?”

“Yes, baby?”

His head lands onto my shoulder, a shaky breath leaving his parted lips. “I really thought I lost them today.”

“They’re safe, Tom, promise.” I run a hand into his hair.

“And for that I am glad, but darling, you do know that you aren’t getting away with this, right?”

I laugh and his other arm wraps around my waist pulling me flush to his chest. “I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

“Will you make me my favorite cookies?”

My laughter shakes us both, making him laugh along with me. “Sure, handsome.”

“We washed our hands!”

Tom let’s go of me to scoop up the littles and places them at the table as I bring over the meal. I smile at my little family at the table, Claire talking about her afternoon with Uncle Dan and Phil while I help Nathan with his food. Tom smiles at me when we make eye contact. My little family. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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imnotinclinedtomaturity · 7 years ago

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Crazy stupid, you and me

title: Crazy stupid, you and me summary: In the middle of a fight, Dan accidentally screams out his true feelings for Phil. In a panic, he runs out the apartment (and London) before Phil has the chance to react. words: 3.5k rating: t genre: fluff, super mild angst, getting together

Dan and Phil stood at opposite ends of the lounge, arms crossed in anger, screaming at each other. By this point, neither was quite sure what had set off the fight almost an hour ago, but it had quickly escalated into airing all of the dirty laundry between them.

“I don’t get it Dan, you’ve been acting like an insufferable twit for a while now!” Phil stopped shouting and addressed his next statement more to the ground than Dan. “You’ve been avoiding me and I don’t like it. You barely looking me in the eye anymore, we haven’t had breakfast together in weeks, and you don’t even banter with me unless it’s for a video… I don’t know what I did and it hurts.”

Everything Phil said was true. Dan had been avoiding Phil for several weeks now and of course he knew it was probably hurting Phil. But lately he’d been having an above-average difficult time keeping his feelings in check and the only way he knew how to handle them was to withdraw from Phil. But looking at his best friend standing in front of him, something inside of Dan snapped.

Dan didn’t lower his voice. “You know what, Phil? Yeah. Yeah, I have been avoiding you. I got sick of all the lying and the bullshit and the hiding. I love you, Phil. And not in the you’re-my-best-friend way, either. I love love you and it fucking sucks. Because it turns out hiding it since literally 2009 has been hard as hell and I can’t do it anymore.”

Phil stared at Dan with wide eyes, slowly sinking down into the couch. Before he could recover and say anything, Dan realized the full gravity of everything he had just said.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Dan turned and ran out of the lounge, relieved that he was already by the door and didn’t have to pass Phil to exit. Without a second thought, he sprinted down the stairs, grabbed his wallet and jacket from by the front door and ran out of the apartment. As he pulled the door shut behind him, he heard Phil coming down the stairs and calling out his name, but Dan really couldn’t handle facing Phil right now. Not yet anyway.

He zig-zagged down the streets until he was confident that his directionally-challenged friend wouldn’t be able to find him. Leaning over, he rested his hands on his knees and he tried to catch his breath. Jesus, I really need to get fit, this is ridiculous.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dan spotted a passing taxi and quickly hailed it.

“Where to, sir?” the driver asked as Dan plopped into the back of the car.

“Uh…” Dan froze. All he knew was that he needed out of the city.

I could get the train to Wokingham, go home for a bit…

No too obvious, that’s probably the first place Phil would look.

He reached inside his coat pocket and was grateful to find that his passport was still there from his trip to Berlin last week.

“London Heathrow, please.”

Phil stood on their front steps, glancing back and forth down the street, looking for any signs of Dan. When he didn’t see any, he dejectedly turned and went back inside their apartment.

Grabbing his phone of the table, he clicked on Dan’s name, praying he would pick up. It wasn’t until the third ring, however, that he noticed the slight buzzing noise coming from the couch. Reaching between the cushions, he found Dan’s phone and ended his call.

Darn, Phil thought. I guess I’ll just have to wait for him to come home.

He walked back out of the lounge and sat on the stairs, just inside the front door, and waited.

At the airport, Dan approached the nearest ticket counter.

“How can I help you?”

“I need on the next possible flight to LA.” Well, there go the frequent flyer miles I was saving for our next trip to Japan.

The woman at the ticket counter gave him a questioning look. Glancing down at himself, he figured he probably did look like trash. He was wearing his gray sweatpants, a wrinkled t-shirt, and his nice leather jacket. Great fashion choice, Dan!

“Okay, one moment… the next flight begins boarding in about 40 minutes. If you hurry, you should be able to make it in time. But you don’t have time to check a bag.”

“Uh… that’s fine, I don’t really have a bag anyway.”

Once again the woman looked at him oddly and he desperately wanted to say something snarky to wipe the look off her face (and maybe improve his mood a touch), but he didn’t have the energy to think of anything to say.

The woman reached over to hand him his ticket and he practically ripped it out of her hand as he began sprinting for the second time, this time toward security.

As he regained his breath at the gate, he noticed he had ten minutes to spare before boarding began. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a small group of girls at the next gate over eyeing him and trying to take subtle creeper pictures of him.

Great, now is literally the worst time to run into fans. I look like absolute trash and I just want to get out of the country unnoticed. Is that really too much to ask for?!

Looking around him, he saw a tourist shop and had a stroke of genius.

In the shop, he went directly for the clothing section, hunting for a jacket with a hood he could pull up to cover most of his face. He was disgruntled to find that all the jackets advertised London in some way.

Well, he thought, if I’m going to have to wear a tourist jacket from the place I live, it might as well be the most ironic one possible.

He grabbed the black hoodie with “I HEART LONDON” written on the back in neon green letters and quickly paid for it before yanking it over his head (and leather jacket) and pulling the hood as far up as possible.

Cat was sitting in her living room, filming her newest vlog, when she heard a rough knock at the door.

Weird, she thought as she walked to the door, my Amazon package isn’t due for delivery until tomorrow.

However, when she opened the door, she was surprised to see that it wasn’t the UPS man on her doorstep.

“DAN! What are you doing here?”

He still had his hood pulled up and was nervously looking around the street for people who could potentially recognize him.

“Surprise…” he said weakly. “Uh, can I come in?”

Cat quickly stepped to the side and opened the door all the way so he had room to step inside.

They stood in the entrance, quiet for an awkward moment before Cat finally spoke.

“I didn’t know you and Phil were in town!”

“We’re not,” Dan said with a pointed look.

“Oh…” Realization dawned in Cat’s eyes. “Is, uh, everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s fine. I just…” Dan trailed off, unable to think of a good explanation for showing up on his friend’s doorstep, in another country, with no notice. And without his other half.

Cat inspected him for a moment.

“Well, why don’t you sit in the living room? I can get us some coffee? And then we can talk. Or not talk. Whatever you want.”

Dan nodded silently and walked into the familiar room in a daze. Desperate to do something with his hands, he reached out and began straightening all of the knick-knacks and magazines in the living room.

Cat returned with two mugs of coffee and passed Dan his. They drank their coffee in silence as she waited patiently for Dan to start talking. But nearly ten minutes later, when he still hadn’t said anything, she finally decided to break the ice.

“So, do you want to ta—”

“No.” Cat was taken aback; Dan’s voice was terse and harsh.

“Okay, well I was in the middle of filming my vlog, but do you want to go out? We can get some dinner?” She eyed the ‘I HEART LONDON’ hoodie skeptically. “I know this little tiny place where almost no one ever goes. You won’t get recognized so you can take off that horrible jacket.”

At the mention of food, Dan’s eyes lit up for the first time since he’d left his apartment. Cat chuckled and pulled Dan off the couch. He dropped the hideous hoodie on the armchair and followed Cat out the door.

Cat wasn’t kidding when she said the restaurant was small; there were only five small tables and they were all completely deserted. In the back, there was a large brick oven that the heat radiated off of.

Dan dropped his jacket on the chair next to him and immediately felt cooler.

“How do you even know about this place?” Dan asked in slight awe as he looked around. The restaurant was dimly lit, but it was a grungy kind of light, not a romantic kind of light, which made Dan feel much more at ease. It wasn’t the ideal moment to be reminded of things like happiness and romance.

“I know it doesn’t look like much, but I swear they have the best pizza here. Actually do you mind if I vlog this quickly? I have been meaning to talk about this place in a video for ages.”

Dan shrugged. “Yeah, sure. Could you just not get me in it?”

Cat pouted a bit, sad that her friend seemed to be so down that he didn’t even want to film a silly video, but nodded understandingly.

After dinner, they went back to Cat’s and watched a little AHS (at Dan’s pleading) while Cat finished her vlog before bed.

Phil woke up with a massive pain in his neck from his awkward sleeping position on the stairs against the wall. Glancing at his phone, he realized that it was nearly two in the morning and Dan still, presumably, wasn’t home.

He trudged upstairs to his bedroom, double-checking in Dan’s room to make sure he hadn’t snuck in while Phil was sleeping. He sighed at the empty bed and gently closed Dan’s laptop before lying down in his own bed, fully clothed and facing the open door.

If Dan isn’t home by morning, I’ll start asking around, he thought as he drifted back to sleep.

When Phil woke up in the morning, he immediately searched the apartment for signs of Dan. He was disappointed to see that everything was exactly the way it was the night before: Dan’s laptop was still shut on the middle of his bed, the bowl was still shattered in the kitchen from where Phil had accidentally dropped in during their fight, and the front door was still locked and dead bolted.

With a sigh, Phil grabbed his phone and decided to start phoning their friends to make sure Dan was all right.

He called Louise first, knowing that she always can cheer Dan up.

“What do you mean Dan didn’t come home last night, Phil!?” Louise practically shouted.

“I’ll take it he isn’t with you then?” Phil asked.

Louise sighed. “No, he’s not. What happened?”

“Well, we got in a bit of a fight and he left and then he didn’t come home and his phone is still here and I just really want to make sure he’s okay.” Phil lightly kicked the Pikachu plushie at his feet. “And talk to him about it, too, I guess…”

“I’m sorry Phil, that’s awful. I haven’t seen him, but I’ll text you if he shows up or calls or anything, okay? And chin up, I’m sure he’ll be home in a few hours and you two can make up like lovebirds,” Louise said, only partially joking.

A deep blush rose to Phil’s cheeks. If only she knew… he thought.

After Louise, he phoned Dan’s brother, checking to see if he had gone home, but he wasn’t there either. He slowly worked his way through his phone book and even looked through Dan’s contacts to see if there were any of his friends he had missed.

His head dropped onto the back of the couch in defeat, disappointed and a bit worried that none of their London friends, nor Dan’s family, had seen him in the last 24 hours. Suddenly, he had a bright idea.

He opened Twitter on his phone and quickly typed a tweet.

@AmazingPhil: I seem to have lost @danisnotonfire and he doesn’t have his phone. Has anyone seen him in the last 24 hours? Let me know :) #FindDan

After publishing the tweet, he realized how worrisome it might appear (though, tbqfh he was worried, but he didn’t want their fans to know that).

He immediately published a follow-up tweet.

@AmazingPhil: Don’t worry guys, not urgent! @danisnotonfire is fine. I just lost him because I’m a giant klutz. Help me #FindDan please?

Cat’s phone dinged. Unlocking it, she saw she had two twitter notifications from Phil.

“Dan?”

Dan lifted his head slightly off the couch.

“I know you don’t want to talk about whatever it is—and that’s fine—but did you not tell Phil where you were going?”

Dan felt himself blushing and buried his head into the arm of the couch. “Er, no. Why? Did he text you?”

“Not exactly.”

Dan sat up, confused. “Then how do you know he doesn’t know where I am?”

Cat threw her phone at Dan in response. When Dan read the tweets, he immediately fell back into the couch and muffled something into the pillow.

“I’m going to text him.”

“NO!” Dan answered, far too quickly and loudly.

“But he’s clearly worried about you!”

“I don’t care.”

Cat was really perplexed. Up until now, she was okay with Dan sulking and not talking about whatever happened between him and Phil, but now she was too concerned to not be pushy.

“Dan! Sit up right now.” Startled, Dan did as she said. “I didn’t want to pry, but you showed up here, unannounced and upset and apparently without telling anyone where you’ve gone and I’m worried. What happened?”

Dan found himself blinking back tears. Covering his face with his hands, he mumbled something Cat didn’t quite catch.

“What was that?”

Dan moved his hands away from his face and he knew that Cat could see that he was properly crying now. “I told him, Cat.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Told him what?”

“It. I told him it.”

Realization dawned on Cat. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“What did he say?”

Dan picked at a loose thread in his pants. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

He sighed, finally looking Cat in the eyes. “I mean, I don’t know. I left before he could respond.”

“WHAT? You just ran out? And came to AMERICA of all places? Don’t you want to know what he feels?”

Dan laughed without any real humor. “Why? So I can hear whatever gentle let-down speech he’s now had a full day to prepare? No thanks.”

Cat wrapped her arms around her friend. “Everything will be okay, baby, I promise. You and Phil will be fine” And she wasn’t lying—she knew it would be because months ago Phil had sworn her to secrecy on how he felt about Dan. “You know you have to go home and deal with this at some point, right?”

Dan nodded. “Can I just hang out for a few days while I gather my courage?”

Cat chucked. “Of course, Dan. Of course.”

Phil scanned through all of the replies to his tweets with the hashtag #FindDan. Most were just fans expressing their concern or joking about his extreme klutziness. A couple speculated about a possible ‘domestic tift’ between them and Phil actually groaned out loud at the reality of them.

But after nearly an hour of scrolling, he found a useful tweet.

@phannatic4970: a wild @danisnotonfire was spotted yesterday at London Heathrow! #FindDan

The tweet was accompanied by a picture that Dan clearly wasn’t aware the person had taken, and sure enough, he was in his sweatpants and leather jacket from the day before.

Phil opened the picture and zoomed in, hoping to get a clue as to where Dan was headed. It was blurry, but behind Dan’s shoulder, he could make out the gate screen flashing LAX as the plane’s destination.

Without hesitating, Phil pulled on the nearest clean clothes, grabbed his wallet, and called a taxi.

In the taxi ride, Phil fiddled with his phone, desperate for a distraction. After tweeting a massive thanks with extra hearts at the fan who had posted the photo of Dan, he opened the YouTube app and scrolled through his subscriptions. With a small smile, he clicked ‘play’ on Cat’s latest vlog, vowing to see visit her in LA after he found Dan.

Cat wandered back into the living room a bit later, only to find Dan in the same place on the carpet as she had left him, but now the bag of Whoppers was nearly empty.

She sat on the armrest and nudged his thigh with her foot. “Come on, Dan. Let’s go out for a drink or something. Laying on the ground in an existential panic isn’t going to change anything and it’s only going to make you feel worse.”

Without looking up from his facedown in the floor position, Dan conceded that perhaps going out for a drink could be a good distraction. “I don’t have anything to wear,” he mumbled.

“What was that, Dan?”

Dan lifted his head up. “I said, I don’t have anything to wear.”

Cat laughed, happy to see her friend worrying about something so mundane. “Well, then I guess we’ll just have to go shopping first.”

That night, Cat walked back up her street with a slightly tipsy Dan, who was dressed in a brand new pair of black skinny jeans and a tight black button down. He clung tightly onto her shoulders, but by now she wasn’t sure if it was more for physical or emotional help.

As they approached her front door, she noticed the dark outline of a familiar lanky figure on her front porch.

“You go talk to him, Dan. I’m going to run to the grocery store for some food, okay?”

Dan looked confused until he saw whom Cat was talking about.

“No no no no no, Cat. You promised you wouldn’t text him!”

“She didn’t have to.”

Dan turned around slowly to face Phil. He opened his mouth to say something—anything—but was cut off before he could form words.

“Dan, are you absolutely insane? You can’t just run off for days without telling anyone where you were going! Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been about you?”

Dan kicked a small rock around with his foot, avoiding Phil’s eye. “I just thought it would make things a bit less awkward if I left for a bit.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to say anything!”

Dan turned and began walking toward the street again. “I don’t really want to hear it, either. I’m sorry I said anything. I didn’t mean to jeopardize our friendship.”

Phil jumped up and grabbed Dan’s arm, spinning him around so his face was just inches away.

“You’re still not letting me talk and it’s not fair.”

Dan closed his eyes and sighed. “Fine. Go. Speak.”

Silence hung in the air for what felt like ages, but Dan could still feel the tight pressure of Phil’s hand on his arm. Just as he was about to open his eyes to ask Phil if he planned on saying anything, he felt something soft pressed against his lips.

Dan’s eyes sprung open in shock when he saw that it was indeed Phil’s lips that were on his mouth.

Phil pulled back, resting his forehead against Dan’s. “If you had just let me speak, you would have known. I love you, you idiot.”

Dan smiled widely as he closed the space between his and Phil’s lips, unable to kiss him properly because he was smiling so much.

“How did you know I was here?”

“Because I love you.”

Dan glared at him.

“Okay, okay. Someone in the phandom tweeted about seeing you board a plane to LA and then I saw your jacket on the chair in Cat’s vlog. And she vlogged about watching AHS. It wasn’t even that hard.”

Dan smiled. “Thanks for coming to find me, Phil.”

Phil pulled Dan tightly into his embrace. “Any time, bear. Any time.”

They hugged in silence until Phil saw Cat approaching over Dan’s shoulder. Before greeting her, he whispered softly in Dan’s ear.

“By the way, bear, your arse looks great in those new jeans.”

note: i’ve boldly decided to merge my fic and main blog so this was previously posted at iminclinedtowriting

#phan #phanfic #phanfiction #dip and pip #getting together #pining #reposted from iminclinedtowriting #rip my decision to split up my blogs

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iminclinedtowriting · 7 years ago

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Crazy stupid, you and me

title: Crazy stupid, you and me summary: In the middle of a fight, Dan accidentally screams out his true feelings for Phil. In a panic, he runs out the apartment (and London) before Phil has the chance to react. words: 3500 genre: fluff, super mild angst, shitty communication?

Everything Phil said was true. Dan had been avoiding Phil for several weeks now and of course he know it was probably hurting Phil. But lately he’d been having an above-average difficult time keeping his feelings in check and the only way he knew how to handle them was to withdraw from Phil. But looking at his best friend standing in front of him, something inside of Dan snapped.

Phil stared at Dan with wide eyes, slowly sinking down into the couch. Before he could recover and say anything, Dan realized the full gravity of everything he had just said.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dan spotted a passing taxi and quickly hailed it.

“Where to, sir?” the driver asked as Dan plopped into the back of the car.

“Uh…” Dan froze. All he knew was that he needed out of the city.

I could get the train to Wokingham, go home for a bit…

No too obvious, that’s probably the first place Phil would look.

He reached inside his coat pocket and was grateful to find that his passport was still there from his trip to Berlin last week.

“London Heathrow, please.”

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Phil stood on their front steps, glancing back and forth down the street, looking for any signs of Dan. When he didn’t see any, he dejectedly turned and went back inside their apartment.

Darn, Phil thought. I guess I’ll just have to wait for him to come home.

He walked back out of the lounge and sat on the stairs, just inside the front door, and waited.

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At the airport, Dan approached the nearest ticket counter.

“How can I help you?”

“I need on the next possible flight to LA.” Well, there go the frequent flyer miles I was saving for our next trip to Japan.

“Okay, one moment… the next flight begins boarding in about 40 minutes. If you hurry, you should be able to make it in time. But you don’t have time to check a bag.”

“Uh... that’s fine, I don’t really have a bag anyway.”

Once again the woman looked at him oddly and he desperate wanted to say something snarky to wipe the look off her face (and maybe improve his mood a touch), but he didn’t have the energy to think of anything to say.

The woman reached over to hand him his ticket and he practically ripped it out of her hand as he began sprinting for the second time, this time toward security.

Great, now is literally the worst time to run into fans. I look like absolute trash and I just want to get out of the country unnoticed. Is that really too much to ask for?!

Looking around him, he saw a tourist shop and had a stroke of genius.

Well, he thought, if I’m going to have to wear a tourist jacket from the place I live, it might as well be the most ironic one possible.

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Cat was sitting in her living room, filming her newest vlog, when she heard a rough knock at the door.

Weird, she thought as she walked to the door, my Amazon package isn’t due for delivery until tomorrow.

However, when she opened the door, she was surprised to see that it wasn’t the UPS man on her doorstep.

“DAN! What are you doing here?”

He still had his hood pulled up and was nervously looking around the street for people who could potentially recognize him.

“Surprise…” he said weakly. “Uh, can I come in?”

Cat quickly stepped to the side and opened the door all the way so he had room to step inside.

They stood in the entrance, quiet for an awkward moment before Cat finally spoke.

“I didn’t know you and Phil were in town!”

“We’re not,” Dan said with a pointed look.

“Oh…” Realization dawned in Cat’s eyes. “Is, uh, everything okay?”

Cat inspected him for a moment.

“Well, why don’t you sit in the living room? I can get us some coffee? And then we can talk. Or not talk. Whatever you want.”

“So, do you want to ta—”

“No.” Cat was taken aback; Dan’s voice was terse and harsh.

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Dan dropped his jacket on the chair next to him and immediately felt cooler.

“I know it doesn’t look like much, but I swear they have the best pizza here. Actually do you mind if I vlog this quickly? I have been meaning to talk about this place in a video for ages.”

Dan shrugged. “Yeah, sure. Could you just not get me in it?”

Cat pouted a bit, sad that her friend seemed to be so down that he didn’t even want to film a silly video, but nodded understandingly.

After dinner, they went back to Cat’s and watched a little AHS (at Dan’s pleading) while Cat finished her vlog before bed.

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If Dan isn’t home by morning, I’ll start asking around, he thought as he drifted back to sleep.

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With a sigh, Phil grabbed his phone and decided to start phoning their friends to make sure Dan was all right.

He called Louise first, knowing that she always can cheer Dan up.

“What do you mean Dan didn’t come home last night, Phil!?” Louise practically shouted.

“I’ll take it he isn’t with you then?” Phil asked.

Louise sighed. “No, he’s not. What happened?”

A deep blush rose to Phil’s cheeks. If only she knew… he thought.

He opened Twitter on his phone and quickly typed a tweet.

@AmazingPhil: I seem to have lost @danisnotonfire and he doesn’t have his phone. Has anyone seen him in the last 24 hours? Let me know :) #FindDan

After publishing the tweet, he realized how worrisome it might appear (though, tbqfh he was worried, but he didn’t want their fans to know that).

He immediately published a follow-up tweet.

@AmazingPhil: Don’t worry guys, not urgent! @danisnotonfire is fine. I just lost him because I’m a giant klutz. Help me #FindDan please?

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Cat’s phone dinged. Unlocking it, she saw she had two twitter notifications from Phil.

“Dan?”

Dan lifted his head slightly off the couch.

“I know you don’t want to talk about whatever it is—and that’s fine—but did you not tell Phil where you were going?”

Dan felt himself blushing and buried his head into the arm of the couch. “Er, no. Why? Did he text you?”

“Not exactly.”

Dan sat up, confused. “Then how do you know he doesn’t know where I am?”

Cat threw her phone at Dan in response. When Dan read the tweets, he immediately fell back into the couch and muffled something into the pillow.

“I’m going to text him.”

“NO!” Dan answered, far too quickly and loudly.

“But he’s clearly worried about you!”

“I don’t care.”

Cat was really perplexed. Up until now, she was okay with Dan sulking and not talking about whatever happened between him and Phil, but now she was too concerned to not be pushy.

Dan found himself blinking back tears. Covering his face with his hands, he mumbled something Cat didn’t quite catch.

“What was that?”

Dan moved his hands away from his face and he knew that Cat could see that he was properly crying now. “I told him, Cat.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Told him what?”

“It. I told him it.”

Realization dawned on Cat. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“What did he say?”

Dan picked at a loose thread in his pants. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

He sighed, finally looking Cat in the eyes. “I mean, I don’t know. I left before he could respond.”

“WHAT? You just ran out? And came to AMERICA of all places? Don’t you want to know what he feels?”

Dan laughed without any real humor. “Why? So I can hear whatever gentle let-down speech he’s now had a full day to prepare? No thanks.”

Dan nodded. “Can I just hang out for a few days while I gather my courage?”

Cat chucked. “Of course, Dan. Of course.”

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But after nearly an hour of scrolling, he found a useful tweet.

@phannatic4970: a wild @danisnotonfire was spotted yesterday at London Heathrow! #FindDan

The tweet was accompanied by a picture that Dan clearly wasn’t aware the person had taken, and sure enough, he was in his sweat pants and leather jacket from the day before.

Without hesitating, Phil pulled on the nearest clean clothes, grabbed his wallet, and called a taxi.

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Cat wandered back into the living room a bit later, only to find Dan in the same place on carpet as she had left him, but now the bag of Whoppers was nearly empty.

Without looking up from his facedown in the floor position, Dan conceded that perhaps going out for a drink could be a good distraction. “I don’t have anything to wear,” he mumbled.

“What was that, Dan?”

Dan lifted his head up. “I said, I don’t have anything to wear.”

Cat laughed, happy to see her friend worrying about something so mundane. “Well, then I guess we’ll just have to go shopping first.”

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As they approached her front door, she noticed the dark outline of a familiar lanky figure on her front porch.

“You go talk to him, Dan. I’m going to run to the grocery store for some food, okay?”

Dan looked confused until he saw whom Cat was talking about.

“No no no no no, Cat. You promised you wouldn’t text him!”

“She didn’t have to.”

Dan turned around slowly to face Phil. He opened his mouth to say something—anything—but was cut off before he could form words.

“Dan, are you absolutely insane? You can’t just run off for days without telling anyone where you were going! Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been about you?”

Dan kicked a small rock around with his foot, avoiding Phil’s eye. “I just thought it would make things a bit less awkward if I left for a bit.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to say anything!”

Dan turned and began walking toward the street again. “I don’t really want to hear it, either. I’m sorry I said anything. I didn’t mean to jeopardize our friendship.”

Phil jumped up and grabbed Dan’s arm, spinning him around so his face was just inches away.

“You’re still not letting me talk and it’s not fair.”

Dan closed his eyes and sighed. “Fine. Go. Speak.”

Dan’s eyes sprung open in shock when he saw that it was indeed Phil’s lips that were on his mouth.

Phil pulled back, resting his forehead against Dan’s. “If you had just let me speak, you would have known. I love you, you idiot.”

Dan smiled widely as he closed the space between his and Phil’s lips, unable to kiss him properly because he was smiling so much.

“How did you know I was here?”

“Because I love you.”

Dan glared at him.

Dan smiled. "Thanks for coming to find me, Phil."

Phil pulled Dan tightly into his embrace. "Any time, bear. Any time."

They hugged in silence until Phil saw Cat approaching over Dan's shoulder. Before greeting her, he whispered softly in Dan's ear.

"By the way, bear, your arse looks great in those new jeans."

#phan #phanfic #getting together #pining

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demonphannie · 7 years ago

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dan and phil - july 2017

7/12

first week (1-7): crash bandicoot review from dan. wow phil tweets about crash bandicoot. more crash bandicoot tweets (when will they play for the gaming channel?!?!?!). thomas sanders is a darling and loves dan and phil. phil ordered pizza to the old phlat. dan and phil in YOUTUBERS REACT TO BTS (K-Pop). phil liked baby driver. new gaming video: DIL GIVES BIRTH! - Dan and Phil Play: Sims 4 #42. dan enjoys sharing with the internet that phil finds it stupid that dan wears a hoodie and his boxer briefs around the house. fourth of july pancake tweet #content. dan liveshow! (highlights: missing the america flight, people were doing shots on the plane, he pet a lot of dogs in la, cool fka twigs merch, dan basically just took a facebook pillow from vidcon without consent, dogs and babies make him happy, also asparagus, he doesn’t wanna give dalien to the aliens, lorde is good, also vince staples, he was nervous curling phil’s hair, dan is dumb and thinks yoi is queerbaiting, dan wants a grand piano). phil hates grapefruit. dan loves it when you call him danyul howul. phil bought a v v tall houseplant and also they have round walls. phil liveshow! (highlights: he thought it would be a smaller plant, jetlaggy, he feels a sore throat coming on, phil is not an iron man supporter, get on the right team, iron man is overrated, stop living in the past, fruity juggler, cat’s dog sigma is v v good, the next sims is a house decorating, baby driver was good, phil is a finger guns kinda guy, scary spider means it’s time to move, he took a quiz and he is a humanitarian, hamsters are my city). anthony padilla series pt i: Stop saying we look alike! (ft. Daniel Howell). marshmallow drinks from phil.

second week (8-14): london pride tweets from dan and phil ❤️💛💚💙💜. also dan is there in spirit and if i’m not mf crying right now??????? wow. new gaming video: STOP SEARCHING FOR THIS! - Dan and Phil Play: HIGHER OR LOWER. dan is the mom friend as confirmed by anthony. phil loved spiderman homecoming. “Does it count as half a press-up if I just lie on the floor?” inspirational quotes from phil lester. watch dan and phil play ddr it’s good. the rain is god peeing on you. new daniel howell video: Would you date THE REAL Dan? (what a loser honestly). phil gets emotional over undercover boss. dan realized that he was flirting with all his neighbors on tinder. phil liveshow! (highlights: he placed a plant behind him but it doesn’t usually go there phil lester is a fake, he isn’t sick as he thought, fruity boye, crash bandicoot playing with dan, it’s not vodka it’s water, going to wimbledon on sunday!!!!, appreciating tennis face, voting for what shirt he’s going to wear, dan thinks he looks like a white science teacher, the pug shirt wins, he’s happy dan is taking care of the houseplants, excited for game of thrones, ice cream floats are good, the lesters used to go to lagos every summer in the same house, portugal with the lesters stories, excited for stranger things, get someone that knows law to check your renting contract, phil is a unicorn hipster, he does a buzzfeed quiz, anthony uploading bloopers with dan is an excuse to leave). anthony padilla series pt ii: Stop saying we look alike! [BLOOPERS] (ft. Daniel Howell). dan and phil raised a lot of money for the red cross with the manchester shirts good job boyes! new amazingphil video/anthony padilla series pt iii: Anthony, Dan or a RAT? NATHAN ZED POSTS A PIC OF THEM TOGETHER WOW THANK YOU GOD.

third week (15-21): dan is back in his hometown acting like a fucking ninja. dan posts a really good pic of colin (the howells’ dog) and i would not only like to thank god but jesus as well. time isn’t real (source: AmazingPhil). dan and phil in YOUTUBERS REACT TO ODDLY SATISFYING COMPILATION #2. day in the life at wimbledon: dan posts a really genuinely super nice selfie thank you god, strawberries and cream selfie, selfie from the court, some nice shots of dnp at the game, also spotted in this video. phil is blocking out the GoT spoilers (and i guess dan is too). phil asks what the next season of dan and phil plushies should be and pastel wins (what the fuck guys why didn’t pajamas win i’ve literally be screaming). phil has laryngitis and dan weighs in for honestly no reason why does he keep trying to be noticed by phil. dan liveshow! (highlights: dan has social anxiety but he’s plenty confident, dan likes his youtube comments, big ant, he flirted with everyone in a kilometer radius so he literally was just flirting with his neighbors, that’s why he can’t leave the house, dan watched back phil’s liveshow to hear him say anal tampon, being back in wokingham was scury, wimbledon talks, they got there in a taxi in the special entrance and almost got arrested, dan loves pimms, jim and tanya were there, filmed a tomska sketch, dunkirk talks, philly is still sicky). phil’s voice is coming back! PHIL HITS FIVE MIL!….on twitter :/. fdjknvxc someone received merch that’s not released yet. phil liveshow! (highlights: it’ll be short because he was told not to talk, he went to the dentist, vocal range testing, hah what merch that leaked, fruit flies but no fruit, phil is the fruit). dan is a heckler. anthony padilla series pt iv: wtf am i doing (ft. Phil). new merch! backpacks and pastel edits poster.

fourth week (22-31): happy coaster via phil lester photography. dan is just stupid and thought he was stuck in a lift. new gaming video: ‘Stormy Ascent’ - THE HARDEST CRASH BANDICOOT LEVEL EVER (this is god tier gaming). twitter games with phil. dan is in a tomska vlog: Last Week I Got A Gun. new daniel howell video/anthony padilla series pt v: PSA: Stop Emo Shaming. guilty pup phil knocked down soundproof boards in the gaming room with his thicc ass. dan liveshow! (highlights: in the moon room, he doesn’t want to share the room with the internet because it’s not aesthetically appealing, mirror themed items, he wrote the emo shaming video in the car on the way to anthony’s house, dan waxes poetic about emo culture, phil cursing, he got rejected from mark and spencer’s, they are trying to do livestream gaming, unironic candle haul maybe, make a wish tomorrow, guild wars two things, myspace talks, he likes tyler the creators new album and i agree, likes new louis tomlinson, he’s a shorn sheep, they will get evicted like jake paul, diss track one of this best videos). cute make a wish pic. slime floor via phil lester photography. phil liveshow! (highlights: glasses, pupils dilated, floater in his eye, voice is back, shorn sheep, goth phil, drinking glasses are iridescent, he can hear his neighbor sneeze so they can probably hear dan screaming, nicole from make a wish beat phil at mariokart, parents are going to be in london next week to celebrate his mum’s birth, he doesn’t know london that much, phil has a clean sheet fetish, phil has an afternoon cookie and coffee fetish, he likes his red bomber jacket the best, also his nice suit for weddings, he hasn’t used his new red glasses frames at all, phil tried really hard to get the g note for dan’s video, he has a good visual memory). dan and phil appear in DARKIPLIER vs ANTISEPTICEYE (and accompanying bloopers). dan in tomska sketch First Contact (feat. Daniel Howell) (and accompanying bloopers). new gaming video: SOLVE THIS CRIME - Dan and Phil play: Layton’s Mystery Journey! phil’s review of dunkirk is good. hint to a sleepless night. new amazingphil video: A HUNGRY Sleepless Night With Phil. dan has to go to a meeting and not be in pajamas?! heresy. dan is a woman from olden times.

#phan #dan and phil #amazingphil #daniel howell #danisnotonfire #2017 timeline

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