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[campdnp]

Hey guys. I’m sorry, do you mind if we submit our fic in a bit?? We’re just finishing it and everyone is working really hard!!! -golden retriever tent

of course! we’re just kinda chillin here

-brook

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Hi! Mm sorry to bother you! I'm trying to find a One Shot where Phil started waking up early and going for runs cause it was good for his brain and stuff, and Dan noticed how he was like "wow abbs" and got jealous cause he thought he was dating someone and was trying to impress them. I'm sure there's smut at the end :/ I can't remember the title nor the author!!

can anyone help find this fic?

- Eliza

[phanburnhamizzard]

Never Alone

Writer:  @phanburnhamizzard

Beta: @cloechecksmyflow :  amazing and thorough and wonderful!

Doodler:  @i-like-you-thats-why-i :  talented and awesome!

Triggers:  Major character depression

Summary:  Phil suffers a depressive episode, and in a reversal of roles, it is up to Dan to help him through it. 

Words: 855

Dan took Phil’s head in his hands and pressed his forehead against his best friend’s.  They stood in silence for a moment, until Dan began to speak.

“Phil, you are hurting and I will help you.  I know you are scared, but I will be with you every step of the way.  You are not alone.”

Phil’s eyes welled up with tears and he began to pull away.

“No,” said Dan, gently guiding Phil’s face back towards his.  “Don’t be embarrassed, Philly.  It’s me.  It’s Bear.  I have been through this before and I know what you are feeling.  It is not your fault and it will not last forever.  I just need you to let me help you.  Will you do that for me?”

Phil paused, then nodded.  Dan tilted up his chin and kissed Phil gently on the forehead.  

“You will be alright, Phil.  I promise,” Dan said, looking up to the ceiling and silently praying, “Please?  Help me help him?”

The next day, in the doctor’s office, Phil explained the symptoms he had been having:  his lack of enjoyment of things he usually loved; his constant fatigue; his irritability; his loss of appetite; his loss of sexual drive; and his loss of humor.   Dan reported Phil’s slow movement patterns, his lethargy, his monotone voice, and his lack of eye contact.

The doctor diagnosed a Moderate Depression, prescribed an antidepressant and referred Phil to a therapist that he was to make an appointment with right away.  

They filled the prescription on the way home and Dan snuggled in next to Phil on the couch when they returned to their flat, holding him close.

“I’m weak?” Phil asked, the first words he had spoken since leaving the doctor’s office.

“No, Philly, you are strong.  Remember, the doctor said that this was a chemical imbalance. And a temporary one, most likely.  The medicine will help you.”

The therapist they saw together two days later confirmed that.  “Depression is not a sign of weakness or a flaw of any kind, Philip.  It is a chemical imbalance that causes your brain to function incorrectly.  That dysfunction can lead you to come to the wrong conclusions.  It is only temporary, and you will feel better.”

The therapist had said Vitamin D would help Phil feel better, so each day,  Dan packed a picnic lunch and they sat beneath a large, old oak and ate ham sandwiches as Dan prattled on about Kanye.   At first, Phil remained mostly mute, but as the days passed and the medicine began to take effect, he began to speak: softly and in a monotone, but at least he was expressing himself.  

P.J. came over to film a collaboration with Dan, and made it a point to get Phil’s input on the camera set up and the lighting-- even though he didn’t need it.  Dan watched with an ever-widening grin as Phil slowly began to take charge, moving the light over by a fraction of a centimeter, and adjusting the camera focus and angle just so.  

A week later, Dan made a pun and Phil laughed.  They both froze.

“Phil?”

“Oh my God!” Phil exclaimed, “That felt...that felt so good!”

“Phil.  Phil you’re talking,” Dan said, his jaw hanging open in surprise.   After two weeks of near silence, Phil regained the ability to speak freely.  

A few days later, Dan found him watching Buffy.   He slipped in beside him on the couch and wrapped his arm around his shoulder.  

“Missed you, Philly.”

“Thank you, Bear,” Phil replied, laying his head down on Dan’s shoulder.  “Thank you for helping me come back.”

“You’re welcome, Phil,” Dan said, his voice warm, “Don’t leave me again, okay?”

The next months were difficult, but they worked hard together at home, in therapy, and at work.  

This was a team that not even a major illness could stop.  

Phil’s next video, his first in months, was about Depressive Disorder.    He discussed his experience with grace and humor, and then spent time educating his followers on what to do if they found themselves fighting a similar battle.

Dan stood behind the camera, admiring the courage and the strength he saw standing before him.

His beautiful friend.  So alive, so vital, so...up.  

“So, if you or someone you know is suffering from Depression,” Phil said as he concluded his video, “don’t be embarrassed or scared like I was.  Talk to a friend and your doctor and let them help you!  And remember you are not alone.  You are the bees knees!”

Dan couldn’t stifle his laugh off-camera.

“What?!”  Phil said, smiling as he looked up at Dan.

“The ‘bees knees’? What is this, 1923 America?”

“I thought it would be funny!” Phil laughed.  “And it rhymes as well!”

“Dan doesn’t appreciate my humor today,” Phil laughed, rolling his eyes and smiling as the camera kept rolling, “But that’s okay!  And if you need help, you can call the Teen Crisis Helpline at 800-784-2433, or call 999 or 911. ”

“Just remember,” Phil said as he concluded his video, “you have a friend to help you!  You are never alone.”

[mandyjpg]

Hii!! My birthday's on Friday. Would you enjoy TATINOF for me? I live in the other side of the continent (Argentina, VERY very south) and can't go myself :/

of course!! happy early birthday i’ll be thinking of u!!!

coffee chat/sleepover; send me whatever!!

[phanfic]

Prompt: PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE could someone write about Dan meeting Phil's family in Florida, Phil's mum inviting him for lunch and not letting him pay or something? I thought about it and died afterwards... Thanks!!!

[radgeorgie]

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JUST FINISHING UP THE ONES IN MY ASK!

[let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol]

Imagine for Mercedes

Warning: Contains Sexual Content, View At Your Own Risk!!!

A/N: Since I spent most of my day reading through anarchyaustralia’s blurb nights...and read through the Stoner!5sos blurbs, it gave me an idea for this imagine.

    “No way,” Will said, watching you pull out the stash from under your bed. “Please,” you begged, giving him puppy dog eyes, “It’ll be fun, and you’ve been talking about how you wanted to live on the edge for weeks.” Will scratched the back of his head, looking at the canister in your hands. “Just this once,” he muttered, sitting down next to you.

    Five Minutes Later: Will took his second hit of the blunt, and started to cough again. You giggled a bit, and handed him a water bottle. “Go slow,” you said, watching him take another hit, inhaling in slowly. “Now blow it out,” you muttered, three seconds later. Will blew out the smoke, and smiled. He hadn’t coughed this time, you smiled too, and took the blunt from his hands. “Watch this,” you said, inhaling, and holding the smoke for quite some time then blowing it out through your nose. Will watched you do this in awe, taking the blunt from your fingers, and begging you to teach him what you had just done. It took about five tries, but soon he was able to exhale the smoke out of his nose. “It burns,” he hissed, taking breaths out of his mouth, you nodded at his words. Will tried once more, and you found yourself becoming aroused at how your boyfriend picked up the skill so quickly. Him smoking was also turning you on. He handed over the blunt, and you took a few more hits, already feeling the buzz, and warmth from within. “You know what would be fun?” you asked Will, taking another hit. “What?” he asked, lifting his head up, eyes already bloodshot. “Sex,” you said, “The sensation would be amazing especially with us high.” He took the blunt from you, and sucked on it for a while, then exhaled, placing it in the ashtray. “Let’s do it,” he quickly said, pulling you closer, and smashing his lips against yours. You moaned into the kiss, and slipped your hands under his shirt. Will felt goosebumps raise on his skin, at the feeling, and he growled a bit, picking you up.

     Fifteen Minutes Later: He moaned as you took him all the way down, his tip hitting the back of your throat. “Right there,” he whimpered, releasing into your mouth, you sucked him dry, and lifted up, smiling hazily at him. “Come here,” Will whispered, also smiling hazily at you. You crawled up to him, still buzzing from the orgasm he gave you earlier, and straddled his waist. Your lips met his in a sloppy yet passionate kiss, and he nibbled on your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and you gave it to him. Will’s tongue fought with yours for dominance, and you won. He whimpered beneath you, and you lifted your hips as he positioned himself at your entrance. You sunk down on him slowly, and moans left both your mouths. It seemed like every sense in your body was heightened. You lifted your hips, and rolled down his member, starting a slow, and steady pace. The effect you were having on Will was a different story. He was in pure bliss, and needed to feel more of you. He lifted his hips up at a fast pace, and this made you start to bounce hard on him. “WILL!” you yelped, running a hand through your hair. He sat up more, and stopped one of the moans leaving your lips with his own. Will trailed his mouth down your jawline, and landed on your collarbone, sucking love bites into your skin. His arms wrapped tight around you, and he flipped the two of you over, starting to pound into you. “FUCK!” you cried out, reaching around to grab the hair at the back of his neck. “You feel so good,” he moaned, his pace starting to slow. He gave one deep thrust, hitting your g-spot, and that’s what sent you over the edge. Will kept thrusting, riding out your high, and soon he was hunched over, spilling into you. Swears flew from his mouth, and after his high he rolled off of you. “That was great,” Will panted, he looked at you with bloodshot eyes, and smiled, pulling you closer. “We should get high together more often,” you whispered, snuggling your head in his chest. He chuckled, “Maybe,” he said, kissing the top of your head before exhaustion took over. 

[let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol]

Imagine for Mercedes

     “Ooo, it looks like Will’s got a crush,” Dana teased, watching as Will’s eyes were trained on your every move. Cole looked up, “Is it on one of Meshu’s friends?” he asked, elbowing Will in the side, a smirk on his face. “What, no it’s no one,” Will said flustered.

     Movie Night: “Need help?” Will asked walking into the kitchen, you looked behind your shoulder to see him standing in the doorway. “Yeah that’ll be cool,” you said, taking out the ice cream from the freezer. It was silent as Will grabbed the bowls from the cabinet, setting them down on a tray. “So uh, how’s school going?” he asked, grabbing the second ice cream scoop. “Alright,” you told him, “What about you, how’s the new music coming along?” You scooped up some ice cream, and placed it in one of the bowls. “Good, currently working on a new song,” he said. Will followed in suit, scooping more ice cream, and placing it into a bowl. You had had a crush on Will ever since your brother Cole introduced you two. The silence was becoming awkward, so you bumped your hip into Will’s laughing as he almost dropped some ice cream. Will chuckled, and hip bumped you back. “Guys, I want ice cream!” your friend Layla shouted, walking into the kitchen. She stopped in her tracks, and smirked at how close you two were. “What’s going on in here?” she asked, leaning against the door frame, “Nothing,” both you, and Will said at the same time. You both finished getting the ice cream ready, and carried the trays into the living room. You were having a movie night with your friends, and Cole’s. Grabbing your own bowl, you sat down on the love seat, a blanket wrapped around you. “Can I sit here?” Will whispered, pointing to the spot next to you. You nodded, and he sat down, his own bowl of ice cream in hand. Soon he became comfortable, and you sat in silence, watching the movie with everyone else. You finished your ice cream, and sat the bowl down on the side table, bringing your feet up to your chest. Halfway through the movie, Will moved closer to you, moving his arm to rest on your shoulder. “Is this okay?” he whispered, you nodded lightly, and laid your head on his shoulder. “Hey look,” Gabe whispered loud enough for Cole to hear. Cole looked over to where you were with Will, and smiled. He knew that Will had a huge crush on you, so he was happy to see that his friend was finally making a move.

     The Next Day: You shifted a bit, groaning out at how uncomfortable you were on the love seat. Everyone had fallen asleep some time last night, and you were the first one to drift off, Will falling asleep ten minutes after you. Your eyes opened, as you adjusted to the little light filling the room from the sun, you noticed you were laying on Will. He woke up from the feel of you moving around, “Morning,” Will mumbled, his eyes fluttering. You felt his arms tighten around you, and you smiled. “Hi,” you whispered, lifting your head to look at him. Will smiled, and you laid your head back on his chest. It was quiet, and you both sucked up the silence in comfort. “Hey Mercedes?” Will whispered, “Hmm,” you hummed, trying not to fall back asleep. “Um, how would you feel about going on a date?” he asked. You furrowed your eyebrows, “With you?” you asked, a smile starting to grow on your face. “Y-yeah. With me,” he confirmed, making you smile even more. You sat up, and so did he, yawning a bit. Will looked at you in anticipation, “I mean if you don’t want to go out with me that’s fine,” he mumbled, more rambles falling from his lips. “It may be weird because Cole’s your brother, and I’m his fri-,” you had cut him off with a kiss. Will kissed back, and you both pulled away. “I would love to go on a date with you,” you told him. He smiled, “Great, uh. I’m still a bit tired,” he said. You chuckled, “I’m tired too,” you confessed. “Well, how about we discuss the details of our date later, and continue sleeping,” Will suggested. “Sound like a plan,” you agreed, laying back down, his arms snaking around your waist. “Sleep tight,” he whispered, kissing your forehead this time, and laying back, and drifting off the sleep.