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How Dan and Phil probably broke up #68
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Run Away Home, 1: Runaway

HEY HI I’ve written four chapters of this and planned a bunch more + an ending so I figured it was… time to start posting.

  1. I don’t know where the ‘David is Canadian’ idea started but being Canadian myself I love it. There are frequent low-key references to his Canadianness that you may not catch onto even if you’re Canadian, but they make me giggle. (Also I do headcanon, in this fic at least, that he comes from my city, just to make some things simpler. It may never come up, but hey. I do live in the waterfall capital of the world, so that’s probably up his alley.)
    1. B) As I am Canadian: catch me constantly consulting Wikipedia to make sure things work the way I think they do in America… but also, forgive me for any mistakes made on that front, lmao.
  2. This’ll be some overarching plot and also lots of general domestic/family fluff. If you wanna drop me some of your favourite domestic tropes and cliches, I’ll take them into consideration for use… I need more fodder! :D
  3. I’ll be using the tag “cc Run Away Home” for anything related to this fic on tumblr, which will include some doodles and other bonus content over time? Watch the tag or follow me if you want to see any of that - I have some floorplans/doodles of Gwen’s apartment I’m working on, for one thing. You can also use the tag if you want to post anything related to the fic (:

Okay I think that’s all the relevant commentary for tonight! Let’s go, and let me know what you think! Comments make new chapters come faster :’)


Run Away Home, Chapter 1: Runaway

Gwenvid, David & Max, Gwen & Max | 6 064 words | T | Max was the last person Gwen expected to find standing outside her apartment early on a Wednesday morning in September. But he had nowhere else to go. And the only logical next step was to call David.


Gwen was at the tiny kitchen table, eating breakfast in her pyjamas and hopefully checking her email for responses to her ‘roommate needed’ ad. She and Cait had only been a month and a half into their lease when Cait got the news about her dad being sick and had to move home. The apartment was way too nice for Gwen to willingly give up, but also way too nice for her to afford on her own for very long. No answers yet, but she would keep her fingers crossed.

She was just finishing her corn flakes when there was a small, hesitant knock on the front door. Wondering who could be at her door at nine in the morning on a Wednesday, she padded quietly into the entryway and yawned as she undid the chain lock.

The door swung open, and she found herself looking down, into the bright blue-green eyes of a tired eleven-year-old.

There was a long pause, and then she asked, “Max? What the fuck are you doing here?”

He was staring up at her, shifting nervously from one foot to the other in the outdoor hall, looking vulnerable and frightened in a way that she hadn’t seen on him since he’d pounded on her cabin door over a year ago, shouting that David was unconscious.

“This– this was a stupid idea,” he said immediately, trying to replace the anxiety with his usual crankiness as he turned back away from the door. Despite the morning chill, he was dressed only in his usual hoodie and jeans, a ragged blue backpack hanging from his shoulders.

“Max, wait,” Gwen said quickly, realizing something was very wrong. “Come back, come inside. It’s okay.”

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Rival!Baekhyun (18+)

‘I don’t know how it happened!’ You exclaim with an extremely frustrated noise, sliding your hands into your hair as your elbows stay supported on the oak table. Your best friend laughs, sliding your usual coffee across the surface before she wipes it down.

‘What’s the harm? You said it was the most phenomenal sex you’ve ever had.’ 

You finally look up with hazy eyes, your lips dropping into a frown and the table indented into the skin of your temple; the marks of last night bright on the length of your neck.

‘He’s the opposing counsel on my case.’ 

The blue rag stops against the deep brown and as you meet her eyes, you drop your face back down with a loud groan, her face saying everything you already knew.

‘Well fuck.’

You had only shown up at the bar for a drink or two but you ended up with so much more, your back slamming willingly against the wall of the male’s hotel room, the set of his broad shoulders letting your hands to roam over them with a slight shake in your fingertips. 

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self-destruct || peter parker

Request: “17, 20, 28, 39 with Peter Parker :D” from THIS prompt list

17: “I’m not alright! Okay? Are you satisfied? I’m not alright.”
20: “The problem is I don’t think I can stop thinking about you.”
28: “Pretending not to love you was the hardest thing I ever had to do.”
39: “You saved me from myself.”

Your legs swing over the side of your window, the balcony beneath your feet. It’s dark and cold, the shiver down your spine nothing if not expected. You pull the sleeves of your sweatshirt down to cover your hands.

“You shouldn’t really be out here in the cold, should you?”

You scoff at the familiar voice, not trying to hide the bitterness in your tone. You don’t look at him, you can’t.

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