Hi there! So this is my first original Phanfic, I decided to do an ‘‘enemies to lovers’‘ fic since I love those and I wanted to write one all by myself. Hope you like it!
summary: Dan and Phil started working at the same company two years ago, and after a bad start they have arguments almost every day. What will happen when something horrible happens to one of them?
word count: 5.6k
warnings: deals with animal death, stages of grieving
Dan Howell and Phil Lester had been enemies for
about two years now. They worked at the same office, and they both had gotten
the jobs in the same week, so it had been kind of a competition when they both
ended doing almost the same job at the same time.
Dan, who had gotten the job first, remembers
being jealous of Phil, because as soon as he had started working, their boss
had already complimented his work! ‘I haven’t been given any credit yet, and that
bastard has got it all’ Dan bitterly thought when he saw the scene.
On the contrary, a few days later, Phil
remembers introducing himself with a smile to Dan. He now recalls the stare Dan
gave him, it wasn’t full hate, but yet he could see that they weren’t going to
So, that’s when all the ‘’enemies’’ thing
They were having another argument right now,
and even though they were being noticeable, no one in the office seemed to care
about it. They had been listening to their constant bickering since they had
both started in there so, why bother?
‘’You always mess up your work, Phil! Why are
you so careless about this?’’ Dan said, angrily grabbing the papers that were
in his table.
‘’I’m not careless! I know what I’m doing and
those papers that you have in your hands prove it! Read them again if you
care!’’ and with that Phil stormed out, tired of arguing with Dan.
This was strange. Phil never walked out from an
argument with Dan. Their arguments usually ended when they both looked intensely
into each other’s eyes for a minute and then, they both parted ways.
A now confused Dan walked back into his desk
and tiredly sat down, not even thinking twice about what had happened.
In the meantime, Phil, who had stormed out hid
in the storage closet of the office and was silently crying. He couldn’t deal
with more arguments when his life was going literally downhill right now.
Phil lived alone, well, he had a big brown
labrador called Brownie (yeah, it had reminded him of his favourite dessert
when he adopted him so why not call him that?) who already was old. It was such
a nice and intelligent dog. He always would notice if Phil was feeling sick or
sad and tried to cheer him up by giving his old worn out blanket to Phil. Brownie
was the best dog ever.
A few weeks ago they went to the vet, Phil
sensed that something was wrong with Brownie since he wasn’t eating well and
got tired about 10 minutes into their 45 minute walk. When the vet had told him
that Brownie had cancer he literally burst into tears. He was going to lose the
only thing that didn’t make him lonely.
You see Phil had always felt lonely and been
lonely. His parents had always focused on his older brother, and at first he
didn’t mind it much but he started to notice they didn’t love him because
apparently he had been a surprise child and they didn’t want him in the first
place. His parents had told him he would get everything he needed but it seems
like you can’t buy love.
So, when he finished with uni, worked a full
year to get enough money and moved out of his house trying to escape from that
life in London. After a few months working in a horrible company, his friend PJ
from uni had contacted him. Apparently, he had seen on Facebook that he was
staying in London and PJ was working for an enterprise who was looking for new
people with PJ’s similar experience. So, that’s why he was now stuck in the same office
as Dan Howell, his ultimate enemy.
PJ was his friend and knew everything about
Phil’s situation, but not about Brownie’s. He hadn’t told him yet. And
apparently it was now because PJ had opened the storage door and found him
there, crying into a tissue he had had in his pocket.
‘’Hey Phil, why are you crying? I know you and
Howell had and argument earlier but I didn’t know it even made you cry…’’ PJ
said, wandering into they almost completely dark room enveloping Phil in a hug.
Phil clung into him, a few tears still rolling
down his cheeks. He took a deep breath and began explaining ‘’Brownie has
cancer, and the vet said he has a few weeks left, they don’t think he will
manage to live, he is old and…’’ Phil, took a shaky breath but he could speak
PJ rubbed his back, trying his best to comfort
his friend ‘’Hey, don’t worry Phil, you will always have me, okay?’’
‘’Okay’’ Phil quietly replied after letting out
another and last shaky breath.
Phil was trying to make the best of his time
with Brownie so both could have the best memories ever. He still could remember
the day he adopted him.
He had decided he had
wanted a dog, one that would make him go outside so he wouldn’t lay all day in
bed with his computer. He arrived early at the animal shelter, so he could
patiently think (and spend more time petting them) what dog he should get.
Phil noticed that a
brown Labrador had been recently rescued from a house fire. Since the family
that had adopted him in the first place didn’t have a home now, they brought
him to the shelter not making any promises about getting him back.
The dog, which was
sleeping, was still recovering from some superficial burns, but he seemed like
a good dog that Phil could take care of.
‘’This is it, this is
the one I want to adopt’’ he said, he pet the dog in twice in the head, making
him wake up and rapidly standing up to lick Phil’s face. He burst out laughing,
‘’welcome to this lonely family’’ he whispered.
‘’C’mon Brownie, let’s go home’’ he said with a
sad smile, taking a few steps forward so Brownie could follow him.
Brownie died that same night. Phil was left
crying all night, on the floor, next to his beloved dog, who now rested
peacefully. When he saw the sun rising, he called his vet so he would come to
his house and pick Brownie. He had wanted to bury him in his favourite hill,
where they would go every once in a while and where he had seen Brownie the
His vet had explained, that they could bury him
this evening if he wanted, after he had made sure Brownie’s death had been
natural. Phil absently nodded and let the vet take his dog that he could pick
later so he could bury him where he had said before.
After the vet had left, he called PJ, who
unfortunately was on a trip and couldn’t comfort him much by phone. He was
extremely sorry he had to bury Brownie alone. He didn’t really want Phil to be
alone right now. Not after having been lonely for almost all his life.
Phil, after all of this didn’t want to go into
work but he didn’t have another choice so he took a brief and warm shower,
dressed himself and picked up his keys and wallet before mindlessly walking his
way to work.
Dan had arrived early today into the office. He
picked up a coffee and started up his computer. He suddenly heard the elevator
open, oh it was Phil, nice way to ruin his morning. Wait, was it Phil? It
didn’t seem like it.
He checked his appearance. His sneakers where
badly laced up, his shirt was the same as yesterday’s (only know it was
wrinkled), his hair was messed up and his eyes were red (probably from not
sleeping). It seemed like Phil had had a night of passion with someone. He
decided he would go and tease him about it.
‘’Hey Phil, see you had a crazy one night stand
yesterday I see? Same shirt, messed up hair… Why did you even show up before
even changing? Wanted to show everyone in the office that you can hook up with
someone?’’ Dan teased, wanting to rile Phil up and starting another argument
Phil, a bit startled but listening to what Dan
was saying he wanted to punch him in the face and tell him what it had really
happened but he couldn’t do it. So, he stared at him, curtly nodded and started
walking his way to his desk.
Dan, not really understanding why Phil hadn’t
picked up an argument yet decided to leave it for now and retired to the coffee
room so he could call PJ and that way he could get some juicy information to
tease Phil later.
‘’Hey PJ, how’s the trip going?’’ Dan happily
‘’Oh, hey Dan, nice to hear your voice. What’s
up?’’ PJ asked.
‘’Well, I don’t know if you know but do you
know something about Phil’s hook up last night? He showed at the office with
his hair all messed up and the same clothes of yesterday, man. He doesn’t have
any dignity left or what?’’ Dan laughed, expecting PJ’s witty response.
‘’Dan, actually, Phil’s dog died last night. He
had been diagnosed with cancer and he only had a few weeks left,’’ PJ answered,
a completely serious voice on his tone ‘’please don’t be an insensitive prick
and tease him about something like that right now, okay?’’, he said in an angry
Dan, who was shocked at the news didn’t know
what to say. He was feeling like the worst person in the world right now.
Apparently Phil’s dog had died and he had teased him about hooking up with
someone? Oh god. He was definitely the worst person on Earth right now.
‘’PJ, I… I… I didn’t know. I will go
apologize, don’t worry’’ Dan said, sincerity noticeable in his voice. He
couldn’t imagine if that happened to him.
‘’You better, Dan Howell, you better.’’ PJ
said, his angry tone subsiding. Now, in a concerned voice he explained ‘’Dan,
could you do me a favour? I don’t know if you will do it but you should’’.
‘’What is it?’’ Dan wondered, not expecting
what PJ’s words could really be.
‘’Phil is going to bury his dog today late in
the evening in Primrose Hill. You
should go and keep him company Dan. I’m not there and he will need someone. He
loved his dog so much.’’ PJ asked him.
He couldn’t do that.
No. They hated each other, why would he want to go and comfort Phil? Dan
imagined Phil all alone, crying into a pillow while remembering his dog and his
heart ached. He didn’t want to imagine the pain he was having right now.
‘’Okay, I will.’’ Dan
answered. ‘’Bye PJ, talk to you next week’’
‘’Bye Dan, and
please, don’t leave him alone, he needs someone.’’ And with that PJ hung up.
After he left the
coffee room he searched for Phil, trying to apologize for what he had said but
he couldn’t find him. He figured their boss had sent him home since he was in no
state to work in.
It was gonna be a
difficult morning at the office today.
Phil was on his way
to Primrose Hill. He picked up Brownie (he still refused to say he was dead)
from his vet, wrapped him up on a sheet and put him in the backseat of his car
and started to drive while tears poured down his cheeks.
It had started to
rain heavily a few hours ago and he hadn’t even thought about bringing an
umbrella. ‘Well, that way the rain would mask my tears’ he thought bitterly.
He parked his car,
took out a shovel and began making a grave. All his frustration making his way
out. He was angrily making a hole on the grass, trying let all his hateful
feelings out, angry fat tears now mixed with the rain.
Once he was done, he
walked back to the car, carefully picked up Brownie and he lowered down on his
knees. Phil, gently lifted out the sheet, just to see Brownie’s face one last
time. He showed a small smile and lowered the sheet down, while gently resting
his now lifeless body on the grave. ‘’Rest well, my friend. You were the best
companion a man could have ever asked for. Thank you for giving me the best
years of my life. I will always remember you, Brownie. Hope you don’t forget
about me. ’’ Phil whispered into the air, letting out a breath before picking
up the now wet grass to cover Brownie’s grave.
Once he had finished
he started crying again, he was even having trouble to breathe right now. He
just wanted to his suffering to end. Why the only thing he loved left him? He
was lonely again. He had always been lonely and he will ever be.
Suddenly, he didn’t
feel the rain on his body anymore. He lifted his head to see if it had stopped
raining but he met an umbrella instead. He rapidly turned around, and he was met
with the only thing he didn’t know he wanted.
‘’Dan…’’ he let out
through his tears.
‘’Phil… I’m…’’ but
before he could say anything more Phil launched himself into his arms. Heavily
crying into his shoulder. Dan, a bit startled, realized what was happening and
put his free arm securely around Phil, so that his hand was holding Phil’s
head, mindlessly caressing his black hair trying to comfort him.
Once he noted Phil
had calmed down, Dan took his hand and started walking back to Phil’s car.
‘’C’mon, I will bring you home’’.
They were now sitting inside Phil’s car, he quietly muttered his address to Dan, not even bothering to
pick up a fight about driving because he honestly knew he couldn’t drive in
that state. Dan, looked up at Phil one more time, noticing how his then blue
eyes had paled, had lost his shining. It was like life had been drowned out of
them. He didn’t want to see Phil like that, it really made his heart ache.
The drive lasted
about 20 minutes, due to the hard rain that was still falling. They arrived to
the destination and before going out Phil looked at Dan ‘’How are you getting
home? I am not letting you go back to your house with this weather’’ he said in
a raspy voice.
Phil’s only concern was how Dan was getting home. He really didn’t want him to
go out on this rain, and even thought they were ‘’enemies’’ he couldn’t be
bothered by that anymore. He didn’t want to hate or be hated by anyone. He had
been hated all his life. Right now, he just wanted a bit of love, even though
he knew Dan couldn’t give it to him.
call a taxi, don’t worry about me.’’ Dan replied. He didn’t really want to go
home right now and leave Phil like that. He really wanted to stay with him
right now, keeping him company at least, but if Phil didn’t want that he
wouldn’t pressure him. ‘’I’m sorry for your loss Phil. I am.’’ Dan said before
grabbing the door handle and opening it when…
Phil shouted, ‘’would you maybe want to stay? It is really late and in this
weather there won’t probably be many taxis available. I have a spare room and
clothes so please stay.’’ Phil practically begged. He really didn’t want to be
alone right now, and if Dan was the only company he would be getting that be
it. He was tired of their game, to be honest.
you want me to’’ Dan said, trying not to show the relief he had felt when Phil
had asked him to stay. ‘’C’mon, I will make you hot chocolate’’ he said,
opening the door again and grabbing the umbrella to cover them both.
They had entered
Phil’s flat and what Dan noticed was that it was dull. It wasn’t full of anyone’s
quirky things like a strange figurines or even nice furniture. It was all the
same colour except for one colourful point, a picture in the lounge shelves.
Phil had told Dan to leave his coat and shoes at the door while he searched for
comfy clothes they could wear, so he silently wandered off to that colourful
It was a picture of
Phil and his dog. They both looked young. He was hugging the dog while this was
liking his face and Phil had a genuine smile, one he hadn’t seen before. It was
a beautiful smile and he instantly regretted being mean to Phil all those years
ago when he could have enjoyed that smile instead of angry looks.
‘’PJ took this
picture of us,’’ Phil said when he entered the room, startling Dan ‘’two weeks
after I rescued Brownie at shelter. We went to Primrose Hill for the first time
and he was just such a happy dog, what’s why I wanted to bury him there, so he
could return to the place where he really was happy’’ he ended with a sad
Dan, touched by
Phil’s story, wanted to say something meaningful, to reassure Phil that his dog
had been happy just because he had lived next to Phil, but apparently his head
had other plans. ‘’Oh, Brownie was his name? That’s such a cute name. I can see
why you named him that.’’ Dan wanted to punch himself in the face. REALLY DAN?
‘’Yeah,’’ Phil let
out a little laugh, the first in a few days, ’’when I saw his hair colour it
reminded me of my favourite dessert and…’’ he cut himself mid-sentence, feeling
like Dan didn’t want to hear more about this, he would only make a fool of
himself if he continued, ‘’yeah it’s stupid I know’’. Feeling nervous, Phil
coughed a bit and handed Dan the comfy clothes he had brought.
‘’Here, you can
change in the bathroom I will go and bring some blankets’’ and with that Phil
flew out of the door.
Dan sighed, really
hating himself from two years ago for making Phil insecure he couldn’t even
share the story of his dog with him, thinking Dan would really laugh at him.
And with that though he walked into the bathroom.
Dan got out of the
bathroom comfortably clothed now. He was now searching for Phil so he could at
least apologize for everything. He walked down the hall and he noticed that
Phil was pacing in his bedroom, talking to someone on the phone while he had
He didn’t really want
to eavesdrop but he heard Phil sniffle, trying to hold the tears. ‘’Mum, can
you talk now?’’
‘’Brownie died and
I…’’ he could see Phil muttering, biting his inner cheek.
‘’Brownie is, was my
dog. He has been with me for years and now…’’ Phil explained. Apparently his
parents didn’t even know he had had a dog for years? What parent didn’t know
about his son’s life?
‘’I know that a dog
is not a person but I knew Brownie liked to be with me. No one has loved me and
no one will but still mum, he was my companion’’ he said, his voice cracking.
Phil though no one loved him. Oh god, all the hate he had expressed to him was
making Phil feel worse. He didn’t really hate Phil, he had just been jealous
and now… He was a monster. He needed to apologize and reassure him that he
would find someone who loved him, he deserved to be loved.
‘’I was just letting
you know, I didn’t want to bother you and dad don’t worry’’ he exhaled tiredly.
Like having repeated this same sentence many times before.
Dan was too deep in
thought when he noticed Phil had fully opened the door and had discovered that
than was listening ‘’Oh, hey Dan’’ he said nervously, like trying to pretend
everything was fine when it wasn’t. He was on the verge of tears now and wanted
nothing more than to bury himself inside the covers of his bed and cry.
whispered, taking his hand again and re-entering the bedroom sitting him on the
edge of the bed and he sat down next to him, taking his hand ‘’Phil look at
me’’ he said softly.
‘’Phil, I am
extremely sorry that I started to hate you those years back. I never really
hated you. I was just jealous because you had just arrived and had already been
complimented for your job more than mine and you were so nice, and still are, and
then you approached me and I didn’t know how to act because in that moment I
was just so driven by jealously that from that moment everything you did
irritated me’’ Dan explained, sincerity in his face. Phil could clearly see Dan
regretted all that had been said between them. He really wanted to fix things.
He took a breath and
continued ‘’I’m sorry for my behaviour earlier today, that was out of line. I’m
sorry for making you believe that I extremely hated you, when clearly I can’t
hate you. And for the most, I am sorry for making you believe that no one could
ever love you.’’ Both had tears in his eyes too. Phil wanted to speak up, explain
that he didn’t really hated him either, that he was sorry he was mean to him
all the time. ‘’Phil, you deserve to be loved, so please, even if you don’t
ever forgive me, please believe me; because you more than anyone deserves love.’’
The both of them were
crying and Phil, being the most emotional of the two threw himself into Dan’s
arms, making them both fall into the bed, he on top of Dan. Now letting his
tears wet the side of Dan’s neck.
They cried for a long
time and Phil, without lifting his head from the crook of Dan’s neck whispered an
almost silent ‘’I forgive you’’ before falling asleep on top of the boy he didn’t
Dan, wiping the tears
from his eyes fixed his eyes on Phil, who was now sleeping. He noticed he was
tense, probably because of the hard day he had had. After all, no one can
handle the stress of your dog dying, your potential enemy hating you and also not
receiving any closure from your parents either and expect you to be relaxed.
He moved Phil like he
could, resting his head onto the pillows and pulling him under the duvet,
trying to make Phil as comfortable as possible. He didn’t want to disturb his
sleep, he needed to rest.
Dan checked the time and
noticed it was almost 11pm, and they were expected to work tomorrow. He sent a
message to his boss, telling him that Phil was still feeling ‘under the weather’
and wouldn’t be going to work tomorrow.
With that last thing,
he wandered into Phil’s spare bedroom and also dived under the duvet, thinking
about what had happened. At least Phil had forgiven him but he still felt the
need to do something more for him.
That’s right! He would
show him how it is to be loved. Or at least making him feel loved. Yeah, he
would do that. And his plan was starting tomorrow.
Dan woke up to his
horrible alarm tone at 7 o’clock. He woke up more energized that usual,
remembering what he had planned to do.
He wandered off his
room and slightly opened Phil’s bedroom door, and what he saw made Dan almost
cry again. Apparently Phil had woken up during the night picked up a worn out
blanket that looked like it had been used by Brownie and was clutching it into
his chest. He noticed he had tear streaks down his cheeks again and Dan blamed
himself for not hearing Phil cry during the night so he could comfort him.
He closed the door
again and walked off to the kitchen, where he promised he would make Phil the
best breakfast he would ever taste. He took a look at Phil’s fridge and started
thinking what to make. Pancakes! Everyone loves pancakes!
Once he had finished
his pancakes he picked up a tray, and a small vase that he had spotted near the
kitchen window. Realising he didn’t have a flower, he created one with a
napkin. All those paper-folding tutorials he had watched when he was 14 and
wanted to impress his crushes were worth it.
With a paper rose and
the pancakes in the tray, he grabbed the bottle of syrup along with a glass of
water. He picked up a pen and paper from a notebook that was on the table and
‘Good morning Phil,
By the time you read
this I will already have gone to work. Don’t worry, you don’t have to come, I
spoke to our boss yesterday and she said it was okay.
As you can see I made
you pancakes in form of apology for everything again. I know you have forgiven
me, but still, I’m feeling guilty so accept this as part of my apology. (Hope
they are good, I don’t know if I’m a really good cook, judge yourself!)
Also, I still think
we need to talk and I still think you don’t want to be alone so call me or text
me if you need anything. And by anything I mean ANYTHING at all Phil. Even if
it is just a hug.
I will come back
later to see how you are doing, okay?
See you later,
He tore the paper and
put it on the tray that he then picked up and carefully set it on top of Phil’s
nightstand. He looked back one more time before leaving the bedroom and
changing into his work clothes and leaving out for work.
Phil woke up at midday,
disorientated and with a slight headache from crying so much yesterday. He looked
at his nightstand, so he could check the time. He probably was late to work
anyways. But instead of a clock he found a tray with a plate full of pancakes,
a paper folded rose and a note.
He carefully touched
the rose, feeling the napkin texture on his fingerprints. It really was
He took the note and
started reading. The fact that Dan had managed to do all of that for him was
already too much. He felt like he was being taken care of, and Phil liked it.
Then he realised that Dan probably did this as a one time thing, but he would
enjoy it while it lasted.
Apparently Dan said
in the note that he was coming back later, that had to mean something right?
Also he wanted to talk? That part he didn’t like that much. Well, he wanted to
tell Dan that he didn’t hated him either, so it could be a good thing that he
was coming back later.
He decided to send
him a text, ‘thank you. And not just for the pancakes x P’
Dan responded immediately
‘always. And I will always make you pancakes x D’
For now, he would
enjoy his breakfast.
He was distracting
himself on Tumblr when he heard the doorbell rang. That must be Dan. He practically
ran to his door and straightened his sweatshirt before opening the door.
‘’Dan’’ Phil said, a
small smile on his face. He really did come back.
‘’Hey’’ Dan said,
making his way into Phil’s apartment. ‘’So, did you enjoy the pancakes?’’
‘’Yes, they were so
good. I have never eaten homemade pancakes before so that was new. Thank you.’’
Phil explained, even though being born in a British household he had not eaten
homemade pancakes once in his life, due to his parents having practically
‘’So… I brought you
something.’’ Dan said, his cheeks tinted red. He was kind of embarrassed he had
actually stopped to buy this on his way but he couldn’t resist himself.
Suddenly Dan took out
a sunflower from behind his back, handing it to Phil. ‘’I made you a paper
flower this morning, but I thought at least you deserved a real one so here. ’’
Phil, touched by Dan’s
gesture, he hugged him, taking Dan by surprise and murmured a chocked out ‘’thank
you’’ before letting a few tears roll down his cheeks. Trying Dan not to notice
he was crying again for whoever knows what time in the last few hours, he
rapidly flew out of the door into the kitchen, putting the sunflower in the
same vase where Dan’s rose was.
He was really
starting to like this Dan.
Now they were both
sitting on the sofa and it was Phil who spoke out first. ‘’Dan I want to tell
‘’Yeah, what’s wrong
Phil?’’ Dan moved his body so he could face Phil.
‘’I really didn’t
hate you either. I actually wanted to get to get to know you and when you
seemed so cold to me that first day I knew we weren’t gonna be friends but I
was actually expecting to have a professional relationship. So yeah…’’ Phil
Dan, surprised by
Phil’s confession felt like shit all over again. Phil had wanted to be friends
with him and he at least was expecting a professional relationship but
apparently Dan wasn’t even able to handle that.
He put his arms over
his eyes and let out a frustrated groan. Phil, seeing the distress Dan was in,
tried to reassure him ‘’Hey Dan, it’s okay, now we have talked it out and I’m
not mad at you. Stop taking all the blame. It’s is not your fault, okay?’’
‘’Yes it is Phil, I
made you think you couldn’t be loved because I hated you. It’s is my fault!’’
Dan said, who was now pacing around the lounge torturing himself for this.
‘’Dan, I don’t hate
myself because of you. I hate myself because my parents neglected me as a
child. I wasn’t a wanted child so I was never going to be a loved one either
way. They provided me all the material things, but not affection’’ Phil
began to explain, making Dan stop pacing around and now sitting down next to
He took a breath and
continued ‘’I have always felt lonely, even though I had friends and when I got
to uni I actually had a relationship but it wasn’t real love. And I knew that,
because even though I had never been loved, I didn’t feel different. And love
is supposed to make you feel different, right?’’
‘’The only time I
felt different was when I was with Brownie. He didn’t fail to make me smile and
even though he wasn’t a person he made this flat less lonely. Made my life less
lonely I guess. But now that he is gone…’’ He choked up at the last sentence.
Dan, after having
listened to Phil’s explanation the only thing he could do was to wrap him into
a tight hug, letting Phil cry for Brownie and for whatever feeling that was
running in his veins right now.
Phil offered to make
dinner for him and Dan, but this one insisted on helping him, so they could
both use a distraction. Dan didn’t want to leave yet and he wanted to listen a
few of Phil’s memories with Brownie. They were both in the kitchen, Dan helping
Phil chop some vegetables when the radio that was softly playing tuned in an Ed
‘’Oh, I love this
song, c’mon Phil, let’s dance’’ he didn’t gave him time to prepare when he
grabbed his hand, making him spun himself on his feet and then putting his arms
around his waist while Phil put his around Dan’s neck.
‘’Dan, I don’t know
how to dance’’ he shyly confessed, making his cheeks go red since he hadn’t
danced this close to someone ever.
‘’I will show you’’ Dan whispered, bringing
Phil closer to his body, so now they were practically swaying around. Phil
wanted nothing more than to stay here, in this moment, forever.
‘’And I’m thinking
‘bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways, maybe just the touch of a
Dan was sure the lyrics where speaking to him
right now. He really wanted to show Phil what real love was, and maybe, without
noticing, he was starting to fall in love with Phil. Maybe a little bit.
‘’Maybe we found love
right where we are…’’
Phil had his eyes closed, letting the lyrics
speak to him. Yeah, he might have finally found love here, in Dan’s arms, that’s
where he really felt different. He felt safe in there. And love is supposed to
give you safety.
As the song was ending, the both were unsure of
what to do next. Just as the last seconds of melody where fading, Phil decided
he didn’t want Dan to ever leave him. After dealing with the loss of Brownie he
didn’t want to lose the only other thing he had managed to make him feel
different, make him feel loved. With that thought in mind, he grabbed Dan’s
cheeks and made his lips touch his, both of them melting into the kiss. It
escalated quickly, tongues and grabby hands making the way through shirts and
They parted ways, just a few millimetres, just
to be able to catch enough breath so that Phil could whisper a soft ‘’Stay’’
‘’Always’’ was Dan’s last promise before
kissing him again.
Summary: Phil Lester
is an outcast, a ghost, nothing fuckin’ special. That is until one day a boy
helps him with a survey he’s stuck on. One question stands out and Phil can’t
seem to answer it;
What have you always wanted to do? A question the boy can
answer. But how does this lead to the promise of marriage when they grow older
and to see the stars?
Then Phil’s life is turned upside down when his phone starts
telling him the future, and the boy in his class? He has Phil’s future
literally in the palm of his hands. Oh, and he’s not incredibly mentally
in other words: its the ‘Dan is a psycho-stalker and is obsessed with Phil’ fic you've all been waiting for
There’s something very protective about rain. Rain showers are the best because they provide a blanket between you and everything else, shielding you from all the distractions in the world. At night, it was even better. Hardly anyone would desire to step out into rainstorms. It wasn’t that you particularly disliked the sight or company of people, but you could appreciate nights like these where you were allowed to sit at the balcony of your apartment and simply enjoy the solitude. You could think or not think leaning against the wooden railing overlooking the empty street. With the sound created from the millions of droplets crashing onto the pavement, not even the wailing sirens in the distant could bring you out from your mind. The glowing streetlights that illuminate the white streaks of rain were kind of beautiful,too. They were easy to follow. Simple. Maybe that’s why you liked it so much.
Your thoughts lead to him. Naturally, like the downstream flow of the of water into the drains on the street. From your first time, to your most private memory of watching him sleep in through the early morning. Your fingertips tingled. Maybe it was from the sudden chill or it maybe from the physiological need to touch him.
Your relationship with him had ended for months now. That life that you lead with him seemed so long ago. You couldn’t bear to throw out some of the things he left behind at your apartment, like the stained coffee mug he used every morning or the old bath towel that hung on a hook on the back of your bathroom door. Moving the items seemed to make the apartment emptier and it looked wrong when you tried so you had left things the way they were, never bothering thereafter to rid those mundane things despite noticing them everyday and reminding yourself who they had previously belonged to every single day.
I mean, you weren’t particularly sad about it all anymore. Life had gone on just the way it had before, there wasn’t any time to be sad. But you still wondered. On nights like these, you wondered about him, about what you both were.
Imagine person A has never been on a roller coaster before and their friend(s) dare them to go on a pretty scary one alone. They quickly get uncomfortable and unintentionally grab the person next to them, person B, for comfort at the first big drop. Person B is surprised at first but let person A cling to them. By the end of the ride person A is close to a panic attack and person B helps them get off the ride and calm down (getting them water and telling them all kind of silly stories to distract them). When person A feels better they apologize for causing trouble, but person B brushes it off and asks if person A wants to go do some other attraction with them, person A agrees on the condition they stay far FAR away from the more extreme attractions.
Bonus: person A is very good at the shooting games and wins a very big stuffed duck for person B.
eliapolis challenged me with the drabble prompt “Everlark in your favorite book/tv show/movie”. I had a million ideas for this one, but in celebration of Gilmore Girls coming on Netflix, this is the one I chose to go with.
And once I decided to gender-bend it and make Peeta the Lorelai of the story, I could not stop writing! I took some of my favorite scenes from the show and tweaked them a little. So this spans over 2 years.
What are some headcanons you have for the AOS characters?
Oh goodness, we could be here for hours! I have so many. I guess some of my main ones:
- Charades on the Bus were outlawed because FitzSimmons won every. single. time.
- May cut Jemma’s and Skye’s hair.
- Fitz made some special weapons so that all the specialists could play laser tag as practice.
- Coulson has Captain America PJs.
- Trip is everyone’s bff - he geeks out with Coulson over Howling Commandos stuff, he was Skye and Jemma’s shoulder to cry on after Ward’s betrayal and Fitz’s coma. He’s super perceptive and catches on, and supports everyone in the best way.
- Natasha Romanoff has tried to talk to May about her experience in Bahrain to try and help.
Ok, these are really lame and I promise I actually have good ones, I am just starting to fall asleep…