#yes the first drawing is the 'lets take ibuprofen together' image

[bog-mob]

Hellow BogMob Community, art dump time!

Ft. Mateo's, Visil's (+narrator by accident), and Authur's 432s!!

And an art trade with Shy :]]

[torithehoshi]

This is my first post for 2024, and yes it's a shitpost/meme because apparently I made it my prerogative to do that at the start of each year now. Usually though I use an OC (mine or someone else's) but not this time!

Wasn't always the case though admittingly. One of my friends suggested I do the "Let's take ibuprofen together" meme - but I didn't originally intend on using Mind. It was originally going to just been an OC of mine. Then it just suddenly occurred to me, after I woke up later, that I'd never seen it done with him and it was a pretty funny mental image when I realized so - here we are.

Bonus doodle underneath the cut

They have to keep to their promise to leave him alone for the rest of the day. Concord moments or something (Also my reaction as I was conceptualizing and drawing the pose correctly)

[danandphilsecretsanta]

Of Course, Boyfriend

To: @literally-phan-landfil

Night before (party)

Phil POV

Shots. Taken so many shots. Am I falling? Flashing lights. Loud sounds. My head is pounding. Someone warm on me. Chris. Hazel eyes matched with mine. Dan has hazel eyes. Dan falling. Falling backwards. Pulled forwards. Eyes so close. The slurred words, “I love you baby, so so much,” leaving his plump, red lips. Warm lips, mouth over mine. Tongue chasing over my lips. The taste of alcohol seeping further into my mouth, intoxicating. Dan is such a good kisser. I love my Dan.

Dan POV

I haven’t had much to drink, everything is clear. The strobe lights are flashing and music pours out of strategically placed speakers, washing over the dance floor. Phil is dancing in the middle. I had lost him almost immediately after entering the party, and I don’t know how much he’s had to drink yet. I start to walk towards the dance floor, when I see Chris come up to Phil. Coming really close. His hips are fitted against Phil’s. I stop moving. Chris’s hands tangle into Phil’s hair, his face so close to my boyfriend’s, their noses touching. Phil’s arms wrapping themselves around Chris’s back. Chris says something, slurring over his words. And he lunged his face forwards, covering Phil’s lips with his own. Phil doesn’t even hesitate, deepening the kiss, and moving his mouth to match Chris’s. I am frozen. They’re not stopping. Phil, does he mean this?

Phil POV

Air. Need air. Breaking the kiss, getting some air. Filling my lungs. Glancing over. Seeing Dan, hazel eyes fixed on mine. In front of me isn’t Dan. I wasn’t kissing Dan. Chris. I was kissing Chris. Dan turning. Dan running. I’m running after him. “Dan, wait!” I slur.

“Just leave me alone,” Dan’s crying voice, “What am I too you?” And now I can’t find Dan. My boyfriend. Dan.

Dan POV

Phil’s breaking the kiss. This is to mesmerizing, to dreadful, to unthinkable for me. I can’t look away. A warm smile graces his lips. Then he turns, and sees me. Makes eye contact with me. His face falls, a look of shock taking the place of that smile. I can almost see the gears in his brain turning, making connections. I feel broken. So I run. I turn and run sprinting out of the flat and onto the streets of London, the cool air hitting my face, stinging my bare arms. I can hear Phil behind me, stumbling over the uneven pavement. “Dan, wait!” he calls out.

“Just leave me alone,” I sob out, “What am I too you?” I run down an alley, a shortcut to our flat, leaving Phil, my boyfriend, confused, alone, in the dark.

(a.n. Yes Phil got to the flat safely and went inside. Dan was already inside and asleep, finally tired after crying himself out. Now, Phil is waking up and Dan is in the kitchen.)

Next morning

Phil POV

Ugh, my head is pounding. It feels like someone’s jackhammering the back of my skull. This is probably the worst hangover I’ve ever had, it only shows how much I had drank the last night. Oh my god, last night. Something happened. I - I kissed someone. I thought it was Dan? No, but Dan was mad. Why was Dan mad at me? He - ran. Away from me? But what did I do? Kiss him?

Now I’m confused. And really hungry. I get out of bed and go down to the kitchen, just to see Dan sitting at the table, his back to me. He hasn’t noticed me yet, as he is focused on scrolling through Tumblr and drinking his morning coffee. Is he still mad? Well, only one way to find out.

I let out a yawn and walk into the room. “Morning Dan,” I say cheerfully as a go to search for the ibuprofen. Dan mutters back a hello, and I know he’s still mad. I find the ibuprofen and take 2 of the pills with a swig of coffee. As I slide into my seat across from Dan, I feel the tension growing between us, creating an awkward silence waiting to be filled. Well, it’s time to find out what I did.

“Um, Dan, can you tell me what happened last night?” I begin. “I don’t really remember what happened, but something I did made you mad, and I really want to know so I can apologize or at least explain.”

Dan just stares down at his coffee for a moment. Finally, not looking up, he says, “You really don’t remember what you did?”

“Um, I wouldn’t be asking you if I knew, would I?” I answer, wary of hitting a sensitive nerve.

“W-well,” my boyfriend stutters, “we went to the party, and I lost you, and when I finally saw you again, you were dancing, an-and, uh.”

“And what?”“And you were dancing and Chris came up and started acting all flirty and you didn’t stop him and then he kissed you but you didn’t pull away and now I don’t even know if you love me anymore or if you ever loved me or-”

Those words pouring out of his mouth were creating images in my head, painting in the white spaces of my memories from last night. I can remember everything, from taking all the shots, stumbling onto the dance floor, seeing Chris, imagining Dan, kissing Dan-Chris, seeing the real Dan, and running. I can feel everything, the confusion when I see Dan, not in front of me, but off the dance floor, Dan freezing, Dan turning and running. I myself running after him. The yelling. Stumbling home.

“Phil,” spoke Dan timidly, “do you love me?”

Dan POV

Does he really not remember anything? Was he that drunk? He’s so quiet, probably remembering last night. I can’t take it anymore. I have to ask.

“Phil,” I say quietly, “do you love me?” The older boy just stares back at me in disbelief.

“Dan, how could you think that I don’t love you?” he begins, confusion lacing his voice, “I was really drunk last night, like, I drank at least a litre of vodka. I was dancing. I was hallucinatory. I saw Chris at first, but then my mind imagined him as you, because you both have brown eyes, except your’s are prettier. When he kissed me, I thought you were kissing me. So, I kissed back, because why wouldn’t I kiss my boyfriend back?”

Phil was frantically speaking, rushing to get his words. Little did he know, he had just complimented me in such a way that warmth was flooding through my entire body. But he wasn’t done yet.

“So he wouldn’t stop kissing me, and I needed to breathe, and I pulled away, then kinda looked around, so that I could remember where I was, since everything was spinning from the alcohol.”

“When I looked over, I saw you. I was  really confused, because, weren’t you the person in front of me? Didn’t I just kiss you? Then I remembered, Chris had been the one in front of me. You started running away. So I ran after you. You know what happened next.”

Wow. I had just jumped to the conclusion that Phil had meant to kiss Chris. Why didn’t I think he was drunk? I look over at Phil, who’s head is resting on his chest. I have to say something.

“Phil?” The other boy glances up, silent tears running down his face. I open my arms, inviting him in for a hug. His body and mine fit together like two puzzle pieces. I wrap my arms around his shoulders. He drops his head into the space between my neck and shoulder, nuzzling into the side of my neck, arms snaking around my waist. I quietly speak into his ear. “Please, please don’t cry. I understand what happened. I didn’t know how much you had to drink, and I shouldn’t have assumed that you meant what you did. I am so sorry about running away, for leaving you alone.”

By now, my tears are falling freely, and I feel Phil shift in my grasp

Phil POV

Dan opens his arms for a hug after I finish explaining, and I gratefully settle into his familiar touch. My head fits perfectly into the space between his shoulder and neck, and I nuzzle into the comforting warmth. I bring my arms around his waist, drawing him closer to myself. He starts to speak in my ear, his Adam’s apple vibrating with every word.

With a breaking voice, Dan begins“, Please, please don’t cry. I understand what happened. I didn’t know how much you had to drink, and I shouldn’t have assumed that you meant what you did. I am so sorry about running away, for leaving you alone.”

I shift slightly to look up at the other boy’s face, only to find tears freefalling from his eyes, the colour dulled with sadness. Carefully, I place soft, light kisses all over his face, over his closed eyes, ghost kisses on his lips. There isn’t much space separating our faces when I begin to speak, our eyes locked and noses brushing.

“Don’t be sorry,” I murmur. “I don’t want you to be sorry. In fact, you shouldn’t be sorry, because you didn’t do anything wrong. If I was you, I wouldn’t have help together as well as you did. Are we okay?”

“Of course we’re okay!” The genuine happiness in Dan’s voice lights up the room by itself. “I can’t live without you, Phil. You’re always there for me.”

I smiled shyly. “And the same for me.”

Dan quickly closes the gap between us. His lips covered mine, sending sparks through my body. I kiss him back with the same intensity, all while pushing Dan back so that he is sitting on the kitchen counter. I can feel him smiling against my lips, and when I pull away for air, he has a sly smile.

“Take this to the bedroom?”

“Of course, boyfriend.”