Summary: Dan and Phil become closer and closer and begin calling each other pet names. The two get so close that they realize that they’ve practically been a couple the whole time and all that was left was to make it official.
A/N: I’m so tired. Thnx for the new followers ^^ I’m in LA now!
“God,” Dan walked over to the boy carrying multiple grocery bags. “That took bloody forever. I’m starved.”
“It’s not my fault our food wasn’t delivered this morning.”
“I know, I know. Thank you for getting them.” Dan gently rested his hands on Phil’s upper arm and sent him a cheesy smile.
“No problem, love.”
Dan looked down towards the groceries, attempting to keep the forming grin off his face.
“Love?” He lifted his eyebrows.
“What?” Phil giggled as his cheeks went a bit red. “It suits you.”
“Okay, nerd. Can we eat now?”
“No, no, no, no! Damnit!” Phil threw his head into his hand.
“Yet again, Dan Howell wins.” Dan looked at the defeated boy beside him. “You’ll never beat me, Phil.”
Phil made a whimpering sound and Dan couldn’t help but place a quick kiss on his shoulder.
Phil rose. “Babe, you know I let you win that.”
“No you didn’t! You’ve apparently ‘let me win’ for the entire year we’ve lived together then,” Dan paused and finished with a smirk. “Babe.”
“Don’t mock me, Daniel.”
“What else am I good for?”
“Good morning.” Dan stumbled clumsily into the kitchen.
“Merry Christmas, Dan!” Phil gently pecked his cheek.
“Oh, yeah. I almost forgot.” Dan rubbed his face. “The party last night was a bit wild.”
“It definitely was. I forget how good of a dancer you are sometimes.” Phil smirked.
Phil’s eyes fell onto the tree in the lounge and then happily ran over to it to pick up a gift.
“Happy Christmas!” Phil repeated.
Dan held a wide smile while walking over to take the gift from him.
He held the small box in his hand as if it were the most precious object in the world.
“Merry Christmas, Phil.” Dan whispered. “Oh! I got you something too.”
“Aww, Dan.” Phil cooed as if he hadn’t been expecting something anyways.
He didn’t even hesitate before ripping the wrapping to shreds. Inside was a tiny houseplant that closely resembled a cactus, but Phil wasn’t completely sure of the exact species. The small pot it was contained in had two little people painted onto it. One with dark black hair and a gigantic smile as well as one with rolled eyes and chocolate brown hair.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it. I absolutely love it,” Phil gave it an awkward, yet adorable hug. “but..”
Dan looked slightly unconcerned.
“..it still doesn’t beat mine!” Phil gestured towards the box in his arms.
“What are you saying, Dan?”
“I’m saying,” Dan paused, tears threatening to fall. “I’m saying I was drunk and I didn’t mean for things to happen like that.”
“You told me you weren’t even into girls.” Phil was on the brink of shouting.
“Romantically.” Dan corrected.
“So that makes it okay?”
“No! It doesn’t, but..but why do you care anyways?”
Phil didn’t know what ‘we’re’ was. Everything about their relationship felt exclusive, yet for some reason for the past 2 years, it technically wasn’t.
“Baby,” Dan came closer to Phil. “It was a long time ago. It was absolutely nothing and yet it’s still been eating me up not telling to you. It doesn’t change this. Whatever ‘this’ is.”
Phil wrapped his arms around Dan’s waist and sighed. He was a sucker for nicknames.
“Thanks for telling me, I guess, but not really.”
Dan chuckled. “Phil?”
Phil hummed in response, still in a tight embrace with the now taller boy.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, bear.”
“Do you need me to grab anything?”
“No, I’ve got it. Thanks, babe.”
Dan and Phil slowly loaded their heavy bags onto the train before handing an employee their tickets to be checked.
“Why do you still look nervous?”
“What do you mean still?” Phil sent Dan an odd look.
“This is like the 4th fourth time you’ve met my family. You can’t still be anxious.”
“I am, though. I always feel like I’m going to say something stupid and make them hate me.”
Dan intertwined their hands. “Don’t. They love you.”
“Especially since we’re-”
Phil didn’t know what ‘we’re’ was.
“-we’re more serious this time.”
“Yeah, pretty serious.” There was a small tension between them.
Phil’s heart was beating. “But like how serious, Dan?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean we do everything together. We eat together, cuddle together, sleep together..” Phil’s thoughts were trailing off. “I mean we’re practically-”
“We’re practically boyfriends.”
Phil’s eyes widened. “Yeah.”
Surprisingly to Phil, Dan’s face grew a huge smile. He came closer to Phil and placed a quick, but sweet kiss on his mouth.
“I’m your boyfriend, then?”
Phil was now smiling too. “Yes you are, boyfriend.”
“Dong Sicheng! I swear to god if you don’t give me my phone now I will tell your mother right now!” you screamed as you jumped, reaching for your phone that Sicheng was holding high in the air. His height and long arms were always an advantage he used over you. “Ooohh, look at all your selfies,” he laughed slightly, causing you to be embarrassed.
Finally, you were able to annoy him long enough for his arm to get tired and received your phone back. “Thanks to you,we might be late for the bus now.” The two of you walked quickly to the bus stop with you almost sprinting and Sicheng following you behind. Luckily you made it just on time, but unfortunately missed the last two seats. Stuck on a crowded bus, standing, you and Sicheng waited for the next few stops until it arrived at the school. It was a bumpy road which is why you liked to get there early for a seat, but Sicheng always made you late. As the bus drove over the bumps and made turns, you found yourself feeling unsteady. Sicheng noticed and subtly made sure you were safe. He always placed one hand behind your back, not touching you, making sure if you did fall he would catch you.
After 20 long minutes, you finally made it to school and walked to the lockers with Sicheng. As you walked up the path, you heard his friends greet Sicheng and decided to just go on without him. The kid is too popular. As you opened your locker, you thought about what you had first period and took out your calculus book. When you closed your locker, Jaehyun’s face appeared right in front of you. “Oh my god,” you blurted, scared at his surprise and strange timing. He leaned on the lockers beside yours and pointed to your notebook, “Hey, is that your calculus notebook?” Knowing he wanted your notes, you playfully turned around and started to walk away. But, Jaehyun being the athlete he was somehow snuck around and grabbed the notebooks from your hand. He opened the notebook and read it as he raised it in the air so you couldn’t reach it. Once again, a tall guy also had to tease you like this. “Wow, you should let me borrow these notes. Come on I let you borrow my history notes last year.” You tried reaching for it, “Jae give it back I still need to finish some notes.” He flipped through the pages, “Ohh what are these hearts for??” He tried looking closer, keeping it raised far from you. Nervously, you tried reaching for it hoping he wouldn’t see anything. “Give it back Jae, now!” You pulled his shirt and used his shoulders as support to try to jump and grab it from him. “I mean it Jae stop looking!” And suddenly, you saw the notebook being grabbed from another hand.
Sicheng was behind Jaehyun with the notebook closed. He stepped closer, “Don’t bother her. Only I can do that,” and returned the notebook to you. He stepped past Jaehyun and faced you. For the first time, he stared at you seriously, but quickly his child-like personality came back, “See I told you to drink more milk to grow taller! You’re so short, you can’t reach anything like this guy’s arm.”
As the school day neared an end, you waited at the bus stop for Sicheng like everyday. He was late though. As the bus approached, you decided to get on, thinking that he was playing ball with some guys. You looked left and right, and he still was nowhere seen, so you stepped on the bus and took a window seat in the back. The bus started to drive off and as it arrived to the next stop, a tall lanky boy was panting and running to catch up to the bus. Finally he got on, “Try not to miss the stop young man,” said the driver. You soon realized it was Sicheng. He looked for you and breathing heavily took the seat next to you. “You want some water?” you asked feeling bad for leaving without him. Sicheng made you face him by taking your shoulders in his hands and suddenly he leaned in to meet your lips. He was gentle and every moment was sweet. He let go and released your shoulders from his grasp, “Don’t let other guys tease you.”
Both of you were grasping what just happened, Sicheng feeling nervous now, took out his phone and placed his earphones in his ear with one in his and one in yours. He took your hand in one and pressed play with the other. “Let’s ride the bus like this from now on.”
I don't know what to do anymore . I got diagnosed with depression when I was 12 no matter what happens I can't be happy and its starting to take a toll on me . I'm getting weaker everyday . I'm tired of being clean I'm tired of acting okay and refusing to cry . I'm gonna snap
Thought this would make you smile…please keep your head held high! You’ll be okay just keep going cause in a couple years you’ll look back and say thank god I made it..
I finally watched Equals, or as I like to call it, “Kristen Stewart and Nicholas Hoult looking pretty and distressed in extreme close up while wearing all white.” I am, however, ever so tired of dystopian future conceits. The dystopian present is enough, thank you very much. Furthermore, if you do insist on it, you gotta justify to me why your hellish society operates the way it does. For instance, George Orwell gave us a detailed commentary on what happens when you lift your magnum opus wholesale from Yevgeniy Zamyatin’s We, and somehow get away with it - God, in turn, punishes the world with a pseudo-communist dictatorial hell. But there are so many works that are like, “Why? Why would society EVER skew this way? Receipts tbh” and Equals was one of those.