Summary: What Phil did with the post-it noted from Japan
Word Count: 700
A/N: i am phan trash. i know. i might need help. jfc.
It started out as a joke.
Phil just had too many post-it notes and nothing to do with them. So he began leaving them around the flat for
Dan to find.
There were ones with jokes like “Did you hear about the Italian
Chief that died? He pasta way.” Phil
always knew Dan found one of those when he heard a groan from the other side of
the flat. He would smile to himself at
He also took to leaving ones on the door in front of the toilet
reminding Dan to stop wasting his time there, playing I-Phone games. Somehow those always seemed to end up in the
trash. Luckily Phil had many post-its to
replace them with.
Sometimes Phil would use the notes to remind Dan to do
things such as buy the milk as well, but the most common use was just leaving loving
notes around the flat. For example, one
in the hallway that reminded to Dan to smile and one a few feet down talking
about how much Phil loved Dan’s dimple.
Some were just filled with hearts and little drawings. If Dan was staying up too late Phil would
leave a simple “I love you” by the light switch. That way when Dan finally went to bed Phil
would still be able to say goodnight with an I love you.
Of course Dan couldn’t let Phil have all the fun, he had to
get some post it notes of his own. So
the next day black post-its with silver writing on them began to appear. Dan would tell Phil new songs to listen to or
say that it was really Phil’s turn to go get the milk. Sometimes that cause a bit of a post-it war
as they stacked notes on top of each, trying to get the other person to the
The one clear rule of this game was that you could never be
caught putting the notes up. You could
take them down (otherwise their flat would have been covered) but if seen
putting them up the game would be ruined.
Some stayed up for a few hours others days. The compliments Phil left
for Dan always disappeared the fastest.
They weren’t thrown away though, quite the opposite actually. Dan kept them all, in a small box, for the
days when he was doubting himself. Even
Phil didn’t know how helpful they were.
One day Phil started a story. Similar to their one words story games they
would each take turns leaving the next sentence of the story. A small part of the wall in the lounge was dedicated
to this. The post –its that had the
sentences were never removed, they didn’t want to forget the story, and the wall
became crowded very quickly.
It started as a story that was just as random as always and
made very little sense. But somehow it
morphed into something about two men who lived their whole lives together. It talked about the children that the men
adopted and raised. The story talked
about all the adventures then men had together.
They traveled the world, sometimes with their children sometimes
alone. The two men loved each other very
The other post-it notes had stopped being left around the
house. Dan and Phil had went back to telling
the jokes and compliments in person, yet the story continued.
But as the story continued the men kept getting older. They got too old to travel like they used
to. Their old jobs were long gone and
instead they spent their days in each other’s comfortable company that they had
never gotten tired of. The years began to
pass quicker, as time sometimes does.
But neither Dan nor Phil wanted to write the ending. The post-its were rarely added, putting time
off as much as possible. Until one day
Phil’s huge stack of post-its only had one left. Dan’s last sentence had been about how the
men had gone to sleep after visiting their children and now grandchildren that
day. Still sharing a bed and enjoying
the comfort of the other. So late one
night when even Dan had gone to sleep, Phil wrote the last note, simply
reading, “The End”.