this is the most phainon song i have ever heard in my entire life. it played randomly on my spotify last week and i haven’t gotten over it. “the one to bear the weight” like these lyrics were so specific i had to check it WASNT a phainon fan song 😭
the lyrics are below the cut for anyone who doesn’t want to listen to the whole thing
(shitty text exiting in the third image bc some of the lyrics were wrong ?)
like what the hell. this is so phainon. if i could edit id make an insane phainon edit to this can someone with editing capabilities please do that and tag me in it if you do 😭😭😭😭 /hj
. ꕤ ｡ ˚⋆ written for... #TEA99 !! — featuring myu's blend! : a hibiscus flower tea with sugar cubes in a pink cup, and a side order of smoked salmon sandwich and cheesy vegetable garden tart (fluff + childhood friends to lovers + "can't you just stay here and kiss me forever?" + heart-to-heart conversation + alternate universe)
sypnosis. [ 1.6k words ] pilot!phainon x office-worker!reader. modern au. they're adults. living together. established relationship. they kiss a few times but its very cute and sfw so i dont think i have to warn you there.
usagi's note: it was in fact 3:41 AM as i started writing the fic. this isn't the fic i was cooking up for the phaichompers as i posted a few days ago, this was more of a spur of the moment idea i had and u know i get possessed (LOL). enjoy phainon lvrs!
3:41 AM.
The alarm tone began with a soft vibration against the nightstand.
You ignored it, snuggling into the warmth of your sheets, burying your face deeper into the pillow.
It buzzed again.
You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that maybe, if you tried hard enough, the alarm would shut itself up and you'd have a few more minutes to enjoy lounging in bed—and maybe even a few more minutes of sleep…
Then a third time.
You sighed and reached out an arm to click a button, not even sure if it's been snoozed or dismissed.
"...It's still dark," you mumbled into the pillow, eyes refusing to open.
"It isn't."
A smile tugged at your lips before you even looked at him.
Phainon had already been awake.
Of course he had.
He always woke before you did, though he rarely moved. Instead, he simply laid there, watching the sleepy little expressions you made before consciousness finally caught up with you.
His arms remained wound snugly around your waist, his chest warm against your back. One of his hands rested lazily over yours, thumb tracing absent circles across your skin.
You yawned, "The sun isn't even up yet."
"It is."
"You're such a liar," you huff.
"I've seen it."
"You probably just dreamed the idea of it."
A quiet laugh rumbled through his chest, then after a while, "We both have work, sweetheart,” he murmured.
And still, neither of you made the slightest effort to move.
Silence settled over the apartment again.
You sighed dramatically.
"If we just lay here all morning, maybe our bosses will think something bad happened."
"They'll probably just call us."
"Then we'll pretend we're not home."
"How will we pay rent then?"
"...You're ruining my fantasy,” you huffed.
He chuckled again, lowering his forehead between your shoulder blades.
His embrace somehow tightened without becoming restrictive, arms snaking higher on your body.
Just a few more minutes, he seemed to say.
You didn't mind.
You never did.
The years had changed almost everything about the two of you.
You'd grown taller, he'd become broader.
Your schedules had become cluttered with meetings, his with flight details.
Your calendars marked with deadlines, bills, grocery lists, chores, and laundry waiting to be folded.
The simplicity of childhood had disappeared somewhere between graduation and your first apartment together.
Yet somehow, this remained.
His warmth.
His heartbeat.
The familiar comfort of someone who had always been home.
"You know," you murmured, "when we were kids, I thought adults had everything figured out."
His breath seeped through your shirt, humming as he agreed sleepily.
"I thought they'd wake up excited every morning, like, hey, I'm going to work and make money, yaaaaay," you rasped.
"They lied to us."
A sigh, "They really did."
"All these big thoughts so early and yet you still have bedhead."
"...That wasn't very boyfriend of you."
"I think it's very boyfriend of me, actually."
You laughed quietly as you fully turned to face him, hands coming up to cradle his face and squish his cheeks for the teasing.
"So rude, and this early in the morning."
He huffed out a laugh as his face was being stretched out, "I like it."
Your eyebrows knitted, "My bedhead?"
"You,” he admitted without a beat.
Heat rose to your cheeks.
It still happened.
After all these years, Phainon still had that effect on you.
You leaned your head back a little to get a better view of him.
He looked unfairly beautiful while being half-awake.
Soft hair tousled from sleep, eyes softer than the dim light filtering through the curtains.
He smiled.
Not the dazzling smile everyone else knew.
Just the small one reserved for you.
"Here's a big thought for you. I used to wonder if we'd always stay friends," he admitted.
The confession surprised you.
"You did?”
"I did."
He looked thoughtful as his next words spilled out.
"We spent every day together. Walking to school, sharing lunches, studying, sleepovers, watching terrible movies."
A smile grew on your face, "And you stealing my fries even though you said you wouldn't eat any,” you quipped.
"I was trying to prevent food waste, you don't even finish your food all the time."
"You were committing theft!"
"It was for my poor, hungry stomach. A noble cause, don't you think so?"
You rolled your eyes.
He continued anyway, "There were times I almost told you how I really felt."
Your heart skipped.
"...Back then?"
"I think the first time was when we were sixteen."
You blinked.
"Sixteen?"
"You fell asleep during the movie."
"...Which one?”
"The one where you woke up and you apologized for drooling on my shoulder."
Your eyes shut in embarrassment, "Oh my god, why would you remember that of all things."
"I remember thinking that..."
He paused, his voice straying lower, as if he were afraid to even consider the possibility, "...if I said something and ruined this..."
His fingers intertwined with yours, fingers tightening.
"...I'd lose my favorite person."
The room fell quiet, the hum of the air conditioning filling the silence.
You stared at your joined hands in the dim lighting.
"I almost confessed too."
His eyebrows lifted.
"When?"
"The festival."
"The summer one?"
You nod, "You won me that giant samoyed stuff toy."
"You practically begged me for it,” his chest rumbled as he laughed softly at the memory.
"You're lying again! I was just admiring it."
"You threatened to cry."
A shrug, "You told me I was persuasive."
"You weaponized your puppy eyes."
Your eyes flitted back to his, "What can I say? I learned from the best."
You laughed again before your voice softened.
"I remember thinking..." you looked down, "... that if you didn't like me back..."
A breath.
"I'd be content to just be your friend for as long as you'd have me."
Neither of you spoke.
Years of almosts.
Almost saying something.
Almost reaching across that invisible line.
Almost changing everything.
Until one ordinary day, he decided to take matters into his own hands and tell you the words you've both been pining to hear and say to one another.
And suddenly every almost became finally.
Phainon's thumb brushed over your knuckles.
"We wasted a lot of time."
"We were just scared."
"Were you?"
"I was terrified."
"Really? I couldn't tell."
You looked to the side in embarrassment, p"I practiced confessing to my mirror."
His eyes widened.
"No way."
You nodded lazily, "For two weeks."
"You rehearsed?"
"I had cue cards and everything."
He laughed so hard the bed shook beneath both of you, "You had cue cards?"
"They were color-coded, too."
"I wish I'd seen them."
"Dream on, then. I burned them.”
"You burned the evidence?” his voice cracked slightly from giggling.
"I panicked, okay?"
"You panicked."
You sigh and close your eyes, resigning to defeat, "I absolutely panicked."
His laughter slowly faded into another smile.
A quieter one.
"I'm glad."
Your head tilted, "About...?"
"That we were idiots."
You frowned, "That's such a strange thing to be glad about, Phai."
"If we'd confessed sooner..."
He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, "...maybe we'd have been different people."
You thought about it.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
The teenagers who'd been afraid of losing each other couldn't have imagined this.
Sharing rent and decorating the apartment.
Fighting over blankets and ending up on the floor laughing because it had turned into a tickle fight.
Arguing over whose turn it was to pay for groceries because Phainon wouldn't let you pay for anything.
Making coffee together every morning just the way he likes it because no other coffee shop gets it quite as good as you do.
Knowing every scar.
Every bad habit.
Every sleepy mumble.
Loving each other wasn't fireworks anymore.
It was this… soft, steady, and certain thing you've come to know.
This familiarity—this always, you come home to.
Your alarm buzzed again.
You groaned dramatically.
"No."
"You should just turn it off."
"No."
"You'll be late, then."
"I've decided employment isn't for me."
"Oh?"
"I'll become a house cat instead."
He smiled, "Mmm, I think you'd be very good at it."
"I already nap as much as I can throughout the day."
"Closer to ten hours, sweetheart."
You squinted at him, "Why are you already sabotaging my newfound career."
He laughed quietly, “What about my flights today, then, hm?
You snuck closer, fully in his arms this time, wrapping your own around his neck.
He instinctively pulled you closer until there wasn't even a breath of space between you.
You rested your forehead against his.
"...Can't you just stay here and kiss me forever?"
He didn't answer immediately.
He kissed you, instead.
Slowly and reverently.
The kind of kiss that still felt new despite all the mornings you'd shared.
When he finally pulled away, your noses were still touching.
"I can."
The corner of your eyes crinkled, amused.
"Really?"
"Mhm."
He kissed the corner of your mouth.
Then the other.
And finally a kiss on the tip of your nose.
"Until we're both fired."
You gasped.
"I knew you were secretly irresponsible."
"No, I'm not."
"No?"
A kiss.
"I'm choosing you before my plane, priorities, you understand, right?"
You gasp and roll your eyes playfully, "You're such a flirt."
"So I've been told."
"You've gotten better."
"I've had years of practice."
Then another.
This one made you smile against his lips.
And another.
And again.
Until, eventually, you sighed.
"...We really do have to go get ready."
"We do."
And still, neither of you moved.
Not for another minute.
Not even for ten.
After all, it was barely five and the world would still be waiting outside your apartment.
But mornings like these—the ones filled with sleepy laughter, old memories, and kisses stolen from the clock—were the kind of ordinary moments you'd once been too afraid to dream about.
You press your face into Phainon's neck and breathe him in.
You live them now.
usagi's note: now i have to go get a batch of cookies ready lol, this took 1 hour and 10 mins i guess omg, hope you enjoyed!
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