Okay like I was on your blog and you hadn't posted season 3 things and then I can back and there was season 3 things and like I haven't watched it yet but I fuckin looooooooove spoilers show me all that klance yasssssss
That's such a cool idea for a book!!! I hope it goes really well for you!!
ahhhh thank you!! i’m hoping i can keep the motivation to write it bc honestly i love lonnie and tony so much they’re wonderful, precious children and i want to bring them to life so bad
Playing horror games was never my favorite thing to do, some of them were badly made or just not scary. Those were some of my favorites, and the ones that were actually scary were my least favorite.
For those ones though I always had Phil right next to me, so I wasn’t afraid. We would shriek and almost break coffee mugs but it was all fun. So I now question myself, just why am I sitting here alone in the pitch black clicking desperately as I watch a virtual character move on screen?
Because Phil isn’t here right now, but I am. Because it’s nearing Halloween and I said I could do this. Nevermind my terrified state right now, I remember the half smile as he clicked his tongue at me.
“Dan, just wait for me to come back. We both know you’ll probably just break the chair again. Or soil your pants”
The last part was said with a sparkle in his damned blue green eyes. A challenge sitting on his words. Of course he probably didn’t mean for it to be one, but as usual I couldn’t back out. Perhaps this is why I have so many hilarious stories to tell the internet.
Maybe this will be one of them. I had simply laughed and said I could do it, I wouldn’t want us to miss a day on our upload schedule. Not when they’re scarce as it is,
“This I’d spooky week Phil, trust me I’m okay with this. It’s just a stupid horror game that probably shouldn’t even be categorized as such.”
He had nodded and smiled again with a shake of his head. We had spent the rest of the day in the sofa crease watch animes with a bag of takeout sitting before us. I smile at the camera with that memory and make a mental note to perhaps cut that bit out.
On screen the character was walking along through the darkened halls of an abandoned house. Noises would sound and distract my frenzied speech to the camera but overall, nothing had happened. I had this, I’ll get to rub it in Phil’s face when I say did it alone.
Alone.
Now naturally I would say the creepiness level was gradually climbing, my mind was running haywire as my monolog went on for the camera.
Would there possibly be a person in the hallways? A killer?
I shook off the thoughts as I continued through. Finally at the end of the hall a door slammed open, my heart immediately came bursting into action as I shrieked and ran the opposite direction on screen.
Here’s the content everyone would come for, Dan nearly shitting his pants on camera. The dramatic music in game increased its tempo and I wildly guided my unknown character into a darkened room.
Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea, a dead end. Nowhere to hide. Maybe the creature will leave? To my surprise the music actually slowed down, signaling the end of the chase. I stood my character up and looked around.
“Huh. Gone guys, I guess my screaming told him off” I say with a laugh.
At this moment I hear creaking in the house. Except this time, not in the game. No, that was definitely coming from the hall.
Phil’s the only other person with a key, and he’s not supposed to be home till tomorrow. My eyes widen at that thought.
Phil’s not here.
Phil with his blue green eyes, crooked smile and his…..safety. I’m alone in an apartment with creaking sounds. Maybe I’m overacting, creaking doesn’t mean burglars or murderers. No, I’m fine. I sigh and go back to the game. I’m wandering the halls again trying to avoid the holes and blackness when I hear a crash. My heart stops and I turn wildly in my chair.
What do I do?
My eyes scan the room wildly as I contemplate my choices. I can see what it is, or hide away and hope it leaves. Of course my system is already going crazy from the video game jumpscare. Another sound reaches my ears sounding like footsteps, coming right for my door.
I don’t have many options anymore, my body freezes as I see the door knob twist slowly. My breath becomes erratic as I stand slowly to hide away somewhere. There isn’t anywhere so I don’t know why I bothered. Suddenly the door slams open and I scream falling backwards as a dark figure stands in the darkness.
My body tumbles clumsily to the floor, hitting the desk on my fall down. Finally I slam into the hardwood floor and groan I. Pain. I can hear a smash as the coffee cup I had makes its way to the floor alongside me.
“Dan?”
I hear his voice in the dark and open my scrunched eyes, an action caused by my fall. The lights flick on and of course, who else could it have been but Phil.
He stands tall in his black skinny jeans and galaxy shirt as I lay slouched on the ground covered in shame.
“Dan are you alright? I didn’t mean to scare you that badly”
I’m still shocked over the whole ordeal that it hasn’t really clicked that it was Phil the whole time. I sit up a bit and glance around at the shards of coffee mug scattered around me. Naturally it had been my favorite, a gift from Phil when we had our first Christmas together. I look back up at Phil, who seems to realize that as well.
“I’m sorry Dan, here let me help you up and we can clean that mess up”
He smiled slightly to show no harm done and I can’t help but smile back. It’s Phil, how could I stay mad? I may kill him later but that’s for later. His hand grips mine and I stand shakily, seeing the ‘You’re Dead’ on screen.
“Don’t touch any of that, I’ll be right back”
Phil say and smiles running out of the room, likely to grab a bag or something. I look back down and see a piece mostly intact with the picture of us printed on its surface. Ignoring my own better judgment I bend down and pick it up. Gasping as it cuts into my finger, I drop it back down and stand looking at my finger.
I hear Phil come in behind me and the swish of a trash bag.
“Here I’ve got us some paper towels and a bag for the glass. What’re you looking at?”
I drop my hand immediately and turn around, not wanting to admit to my shame of not listening to not only myself but him as well.
“Oh nothing”
He gives me a look and I know instantly that he doesn’t believe me.
“Dan. Why is there blood on you hand? Wait there’s blood?!”
Phil had a tendency to overact over my injuries and right now was no different. He ran at me dropping the bag to the floor and drags me into the bathroom.
“We need to clean this up and bandage it and-” Phil sputters on nonsense as I just stare at his face.
“Phi-” I’m interrupted by a blast of water from the sink and a frantic Phil dabbing at my finger. His brows are furrowed in concentration as he puts some random cream onto the cut.
“Phil, it’s just a small scratch. Just a tad bigger than a paper cut. I’m fine”
Finally the frantic first aid stops as Phil looks into my eyes, he sighs heavily and gives me a hug catching me off guard.
“You’re an idiot sometimes, I don’t know why I leave you here alone sometimes”
I blush as I hear the mumbled words coming from none other than Phil. Hesitantly I put my arms around him in response, sighing as I breath in the scent of pure Phil.
He pulls back and smiles at me, a question in his eyes. Our eyes meet and I feel that blush coming back.
“Dan…Can I- can I try something?”
I look at him unsure as those words leave his mouth, try what? What does he mean?
“I guess?”
It came out as more of a question, my confusion evident. I only gain more confusion as I watch him come closer. I feel a warmth tug my hand and realize he’s holding my hand.
My face heats and I see him come even closer, if I didn’t know any better I would think he was going to-
My thoughts are cut off by a warmth encasing my chapped lips, a soft warmth, a sweet warmth. My eyes flutter shut and I kiss back, forgetting we’re standing in a bathroom, forgetting our situation. Just enjoying that moment. Our moment. He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t like it, I’ve always been afraid of that. But you aren’t are you?”
I shake my head, afraid of words that would come tumbling out like a waterfall. He smiles at me in response and tugs me forward, it was then I realized our hands are still connected.
“Come on, let’s go order some takeout and watch the rest of that anime. I’ve been saving it” he smiles warmly and I feel a warmth at the thought that he wanted to finish watching it with me.
Back at the sofa crease, a takeout bag sits in front of us and an anime plays, but I’m not really focusing on that. I’m watching the man next to me, my best friend, my boyfriend, my family.
I smile and cuddle back up into his side and feel his fingers comb through my fringe. We fall asleep bundled up together, the flashing of the credits illuminating our bodies fused together.
I really hope you enjoyed that, Merry Christmas and I hope you have an awesome year :)
Prompt: Dan and Phil are playing pokemon go and they have like ambiguous usernames so they dont know eachother in game and as their love blossoms outside the game they're constantly in a violent heated struggle over the gym between their houses without knowing that the person they're constantly fighting over the gym with is the other
There's a fic about Phil being a librarian and he has a girlfriend and Dan is a college student and a lot of stuff happens and I'm pretty sure it's a popular one and it's probably by one of the admins but like all I can remember is they went to an art show and fought and then something? Idk it was looonngg tho
