Can you please write a minewt where newt starts getting symptoms of the flare and instead of asking thomas to kill him he stays with the group and minho takes care of him until his last breath
inspired by some convos with caritivereflection : ) don’t know if I answered properly tho…. (unbeta’d)
“You can’t think up a cure?”
“There is no cure.” The scientist replies matter-of-factly.
He balls up his fists, “The reason we came here was to find a cure!”
“The reason why we left that goddamn place was to be free of those monsters and you brought one with you!”
Minho spins the man’s chair around and grabs him by the lab coat so that they’re standing eye to eye. “Don’t you dare call him that.” He all but growls under his breath. He had had enough of these adults bossing them around.
A rift was created amongst the adults and the children of the maze because, of course, it shouldn’t be expected of adults to follow orders from, what they considered to be, a child. Ever since they escaped the Scorch, these shuckfaces have had their noses up in the air, taking the role of superiority since they were older and “more experienced”. We fucking saved your lives!
“Minho…” a voice warns from behind. Thomas’s hand is on his shoulder, and he gives him a pleading look. Minho sighs and releases the man from his grip. He turns around to follow Thomas out the door.
The scientist readjusts his clothing, “That’s right children, run along now.”
At that instant, Minho turns around with his fist in air, near inches away from the man’s face, just to watch him flinch. He scoffs.
“Useless piece of shit…”
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They’re curled up in a hammock underneath the starlit sky of the glade. It’s been a while since they’ve had an intimate moment such as this, “Promise you won’t do that again.”
“Do what.”
There’s a silence.
“Try to kill yourself.”
Silence again.
The blonde boy’s face is turned to the side away from him, no longer looking up into the sky, “Minho…”
“Please. You need to promise me that you won’t be the cause of your death.”
Newt readjust himself in the makeshift bed and Minho thinks he’s going to leave. Instead he answers quietly, “Okay.”
They hold hands for the rest of the night, until finally falling asleep.
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It pained Minho to see him like this, through a small square window of solitary confinement where Newt was strapped to a chair with a straight jacket. His hand lingered on the the handle, before letting himself in.
He entered the room quietly, making his way toward the blonde, being sure to keep three feet of distance between them, as if the boy were contagious. “Hey Newt.”
He lifted his head at the sound of his visitor’s voice and gave Minho a morbid grin.
“Hm-m-m…” he snickered, as if he were trying to contain a joke, before bursting into laughter.
What he hated most was Newt’s laugh. Because it didn’t sound like him at all. It felt forced, but also somewhat real. As if he was being tortured by getting tickled to death, instead of the usual boyish laugh Minho had come to miss. Then came the rhyme:
”Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men,
Couldn’t put Newty together again.”
That last part always stung. No matter how many times Minho heard it. Then Newt would let out the most bloodcurdling laugh that made his entire being shake and his head would toss and turn as he struggled to escape his confines.
Minho could feel the weight of the note heavy in his pocket.
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Kill me.
“Newt you can’t be serious!”
Tears streaked the boy’s face, “If you’ve ever cared for me, if you’ve ever /loved/ me, you would do this for me!”
Minho shook his head, “I won’t!”
“Please!” Newt begged.
“No!”
Was he being selfish? Perhaps. But there had to be another way. It can’t end like this!
“Come with me to Paradise. I’ll find a way to save you.“
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He watched through the window again. Watched as his best friend began to complete lose himself the more time passed. Crumpled piece of paper in his hand.
“Minho, he hasn’t eaten for three days.” Thomas sighed. “We can’t keep him like this forever.”
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“Newt.”
He carefully opened the door to find Newt curled up in a corner of the room. The lights were off, but the moonlit window served as a light source. He walked over to Newt and sat beside him, letting the silence seep between them before speaking,
“Newt it’s not your fau-“
“I almost killed a guy back there!“ Newt snapped, stunning Minho silent for the second time that night.
It had been another one of those shuckfaced adults, thinking that they own the place, thinking that they’re better than everyone else. They had made triggering comment to Newt, something about not being immune and then Newt attacked the man, with his craze-filled eyes. Even Minho had been too scared to stop it. And now there was word going around about isolation.
Newt’s sobs brought Minho back from his thoughts and he rested his hand on Newt’s back in an attempt to soothe him. Newt rested his head on Minho chest and let the tears fall.
Eventually the sniffles stopped and it was quiet again, until Newt broke the silence, in a voice barely above a whisper,
“Is this what you want.“
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He stepped into the room.
“Newt.”
Again, Newt greeted him with a disturbing smile.
“Newt, I know you’re still in there. Please, you need to fight this! You need to eat someth-“
HAHAHAH
“Newt, stop.”
HAHAHAHHAHAHAH
“Stop laughing.”
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH
“SHUT UP!”
He pulled out a gun and aimed it at Newt’s head. To his surprised the laughter seized.
Minho could feel his heart beating through his chest, his throat suddenly went dry. He didn’t know when he started crying, but he could feel the wet streaks trailing down his face.
“Please Minho, please.” Newt cried.
And for second, Newt looked as he did before. His eyes didn’t have that nervous gleam to them. They were the same warm brown eyes that Minho had come to love. And for a second, he wanted to put the gun down, to hold Newt in his arms and apologize. Promise him again and again that he’d find a cure no matter what, but then came the rhyme.
Since both chapters have been beta’d by the lovely tmrminewt, I think it’s now okay to share this fanfic on tumblr. I put both chapters under the cut, but if you want to read it by chapter you can find it on my AO3. WARNING: not a writer
Rating: Explicit (basically just boys blowing each other off)
Summary: Who knew a day out in The Maze would go from “Let’s take a break” to “Hey, I wanna try something…” to Minho deepthroating Newt.
Chapter 1: Minho blows Newt
Newt’s biting his knuckles to keep from screaming.
Who knew a day out in The Maze would go from “Let’s take a break” to “Hey, I wanna try something…” to Minho deepthroating Newt.
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Although Minho and Newt hadn’t explicitly declared their relationship to the gladers, it had been quite obvious that the two were inseparable and closer to each other than with the other shanks in the place. Especially with Minho’s statements to the other boys that starts or ends with “I’m going with Newt”, “Newt’s with me”, “Nope. Me and Newt”.
If anyone suspected that they were anything more, then they’re right. Minho and Newt have done things with each other that they were sure friends don’t normally do. They’ve been intimate. They’ve kissed before, shuck, they’ve made out. Minho has touched Newt’s dick. But Newt soon learned that having your dick touched and having someone suck your dick were two entirely different things.
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His hand was tangled in Minho’s dark locks, as he looked down, watching Minho as he sucked his dick. He watched as his dick disappears in Minho’s open mouth and his breath hitches when he feels the back of his throat. Minho had his eyes closed; he looked so focused and attentive to Newt and his pleasure. Then he was looking up at him, watching him closely and Newt knew that if his mouth wasn’t preoccupied at the moment, he would be smirking right now. Newt tried not to come, but with Minho looking like he was enjoying this, looking like he loves the taste of Newt on his tongue it takes everything Newt had not to come right then and there.
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They would often sneak out in the middle of the night and head over to the Deadheads where Minho would lean against a tree while Newt sits on his lap and they'll start making out. Minho would have a tight grip of Newt’s ass, squeezing at the soft flesh. The little words and noises of encouragement he got out of Newt, Newt's flushed face and his body heat were being drunk in by Minho through a kiss.
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Minho lets go with a pop, letting Newt slip out his lips causing the blonde to whimper at the sudden chill and loss of contact. He was smiling up at him, his bangs sticking to his forehead, dripping with sweat.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a shuck long time.” Minho nips at the inner part of Newt’s thigh before licking the spot he just marked.
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Getting touched by another boy had been nerve-wrecking. There was nothing much like it. They’d done it under the blankets in the Homestead while the other boys were sleeping. Minho snuck in under Newt’s blanket in the middle of the night when he was sure no one else was awake. They turned to face each other and shared quick, silent pecks.
At first, Minho had groped the front of Newt’s pants, which wasn’t unexpected since he was a feelsy kinda shank, but then the hand had slipped into his pants past his boxers and straight to his dick, Newt gasped perhaps maybe loud enough to wake the other gladers, but Minho quickly pressed their lips together to silence him.
He rubbed their dicks together as he held them both in one hand, spreading the precum on the tips and letting his fingers slide up and down the lengths of their cocks. When Newt came, he was embarrassed to have dirtied himself (technically both of them) and in front of another boy, but Minho reassured him that he looked crazy sexy while doing it.
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“Where’d you learn to do that?” Newt asks, because he’s honestly curious on when and where Minho would develop such a skill and partly because he’d be jealous if he knew Minho had done this service to anyone else.
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Minho had walked over to Newt one day, saying that he had successfully obtained lubricant from The Creators through the box. When Newt asks what for, Minho (though he doesn’t laugh) is more embarrassed than shocked that his boyfriend either has no memory of what sex is or has never known.
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“Who knows, maybe I picked it up before I got here.” That doesn’t calm Newt’s nerves one bit. Minho chuckles, wrapping his fingers on the base of Newt’s cock and laps at the precum on the tip. “Or maybe I just want you that bad.”
He takes all of Newt in one go and his legs grow weak as he’s trying to prop himself up against the wall. So close, so ready to give Minho everything he has, all of him. Minho’s bobbing his head faster, taking in more and more until Newt is trembling, “I’m c-coming!” Minho swallows it all, every last drop, continuing to suck even after it’s all gone and Newt’s sliding against the wall ready to collapse. He finally lets go.
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Chapter 2: Newt blows Minho
“You sure about this?” Minho asked. They were once again in the maze and it seem like the maze became the perfect place to blow a shank.
Newt stills his hands from undoing Minho’s belt to peer up at him. “You don’t think I can do it?” Newt asked with a look of irritation on his face.
“No, no baby. It’s not that I don’t think you can do it… It’s just- you really don’t have to, ya know.“ He was recalling when he had sucked Newt’s dick for the first time. "You don’t owe me any favors.”
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Ever since Minho had sucked Newt’s dick in The Maze, Newt had become more affectionate to him. Not that Minho was complaining, he loved himself a shy Newt who would attempt to ask for a blowjob in the most casual way, but will always end up a bumbling mess due to his own embarrassment.
If he had known that Newt would respond so positively, he would have sucked the shank’s dick ages ago.
There were times Newt would be bold enough to ask him directly. First, he’ll make sure they were alone, and then he’d sneak up behind Minho, wrap his arms around his waist and whisper into his shoulder. “Minho, c-can you do it again?”
And Minho, being the obvious prick he is, would act coy to tease Newt. “Do what again, Baby?”
“Y-you know… What you did before… In the Maze.”
“You’re gonna have to jog my memory cause all I remember doing in the maze is literal jogging.”
Minho can feel Newt’s erection rubbing the back of his thigh and he knows Newt wants it bad, but that only encourages him to keep the act up. He turns around to face the boy, placing his hands on Newt’s ass, holding their bodies close together until their lips are barely an inch apart.
“Tell me.” He says in a hushed breath, that sounded as a demand than a request.
“I-I-“ Newt attempts to look away, but Minho holds his chin in place, preventing him to do so. He held his gaze for a moment before speaking again. “Look at me and tell me what you want.”
“I want you to suck me off.” Minho is more than happy to oblige.
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Newt’s on his knees, his face in front of Minho’s crotch. He pursed his lips, feeling offended that Minho thought he only wanted to do this out of courtesy, like a ‘Hey thanks for sucking my dick, IOU one’ favour he needed to repay. Sure, he felt bad that every time they had been intimate, he had always been on the receiving end of the stick, but this wasn’t a ‘thank you’.
No, Newt wanted to pleasure Minho. He wanted to see Minho distraught and disoriented, wanted to see the mighty glader unravel and come undone because of him, wanted to drink up every expression he made, but most of all, he wanted to make Minho happy.
“This isn’t a favor. I want to do this,” He said, his voice unwavering.
“Alright.” Minho shrugs. “I’m not gonna stop you. Just take it easy. Go slow.”
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Minho could watch Newt all day.
The way he bites his knuckles to prevent himself from moaning too loud, the way his hips would thrust uncontrollably in the throes of pleasure, the way his face would turn a deep cherry red and the variations of Minho’s name he’d whimper every so often.
If Newt thought this was good, Minho couldn’t wait to show him what real sex is. The vision of Newt on his knees or on his back taking a pounding from Minho’s thick cock had appeared more than once in a dream, but he promised he’d take it slow, be sure that they’re both ready before they’d go that far. He didn’t want to rush things, but that didn’t make him want it any less.
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Newt’s lapping the front of Minho’s pants, mouthing his clothed dick, pressing kisses that felt like promises of more to come. He looks up at him with doe eyes. “Please. I want you in me,” Newt says, making Minho hold his breath. “I want you in my mouth.”
Newt unfastens his belt with unsteady fingers, both nervous and excited to bring pleasure to his boyfriend. He pulls Minho’s pants, along with his boxers, down to his ankles and comes face to face with Minho’s already half-hard cock.
He’s touched Minho’s dick before but he’s never gotten a really good look at it. What Minho didn’t show for in length he made up for in girth and for a moment Newt wondered if it would even fit in his mouth.
“Are you just going to stare at it?” Minho smirked.
Newt’s face flushes red and he grips the base of Minho’s cock with gentle fingers and gives an experimental lick to the tip, taken aback by the salty flavor of precum.
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“Hey, I wanna try something.” Minho says and before, Newt would have hesitated when he heard those words, but now he was genuinely intrigued by what Minho would have to say. That is, until Minho offered to shove his fingers up Newt’s ass.
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Minho runs a hand through golden locks as Newt starts to lick slow strips up and down Minho’s erection, coating it in saliva. Minho bites his lip, “Where’d you learn to do that?” Newt looks up at him with his tongue sticking out, and then smiles, “I learned from the best.”
His dick twitches at the appraisal.
After a few more licks, Newt takes the tip of Minho’s cock in his mouth. He can feel it harden against his tongue as he tries to take in more, only to have his hair gently tugged back. “Ease it, Shank…” Minho warns. “Don’t take in more than you can handle.”
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“Remember the lubricant I was talking about? Lemme show you how it works.”
Newt’s bent over on the table Map Room, half naked with his legs spread apart. He waits in anticipation, occasionally turning his head to look back at Minho who is busy squeezing the bottle of lubricant onto his fingers.
Minho walks over to Newt and puts a dry hand on Newt’s hip. He leans over him, close enough to breathe onto his neck and whisper in his ear, "You have a fine ass, ya know that?”
Newt rolls his eyes. “Are you going to do something to me already?” He wiggles his hips invitingly.
“Well isn’t someone impatient.” Minho chuckles. You don't even know half of the things I want to do to you. He gives one of Newt’s cheeks a light slap, earning him a quivering moan that quickly fills his head with ideas and images he tries to put out of his conscious thoughts.
“Umm… It’s going to feel weird at first. You’ll adjust to the feeling. Just bear with it for a little bit, I promise it gets better.” Newt is suddenly hit with a wave of uneasiness, unsure of whether to go through with this, but Minho’s pressing loving kisses on his shoulder and though he doesn’t know what’s going to happen, he knows that Minho is going to make him feel good. “You ready?” Minho asks. Newt nods.
Newt breath hitches as Minho inserts a finger inside him. His fingers reach around the table, searching for something hold onto but when he finds none, his hands ball up into fists. He clenches around the unwelcome intruder in his ass. It felt unnatural and unwanted, he felt him tightened around Minho.
“Breath…” Minho says in a low and husky voice as he gently stokes Newt’s side with his free hand in an attempt to sooth him. Newt relaxes his hold slightly, slowly adjusting to the sensation as Minho thrust it in and out of his body. Once he calms down, Minho inserts another finger, poking and prodding inside of him, pushing both fingers in, up to his knuckles.
The added finger brought a new wave of discomfort in Newt. He was twisting his body from side to side, trying to escape it. He doesn’t see how anyone can find pleasure in this; all Minho’s doing is probing around inside him as if in search of someth- “OOHHHHH…” Newt covers his mouth, unsure of where the moan came from.
Though he can’t see it, he can knew there was a shit-eating grin on Minho’s face.
“W-what was that?” Newt’s voice comes out shaky and dry.
“That, my friend, is called the prostate gland.” Minho smirks and he presses against it again causing Newt’s hips to buck. “And we’re going to have a lot of fun with it~”
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It was endearing to see Newt so determined to take him all in. Tears would well up in the corners of his eyes when Minho’s cock reached the back of his throat. He’d gag from time to time, releasing a strangled moan that would vibrate against the other boy's cock. Those were the times Minho would remind him to take it slow, sometimes running his fingers through Newt’s hair.
“Swallow…” He instructed. “Yeah that’s right, relax your throat.” Minho’s words were gentle and soothing, but it encouraged Newt. He'd always start off slow as instructed, but once he had a good rhythm going, he would suck in more and more, inch by inch, until he felt like choking again then he'd have to pull back.
By now he had grown accustom to the taste of Minho's cock and he found that it wasn't bad all, he liked it. The smooth texture, the salty taste of precum, the way it stretched his lips. Doing this put him in a trance. The desire to please his partner was intoxicating and it only grew stronger with every repeated motion of his head. He didn't want to stop; only finding purchase when he felt the tickle of pubic hair at the tip of his nose.
Minho wasn't used to being the one on the receiving end, but looking down at Newt he wouldn't mind repeating the events of today. It wasn't just because of the lewd way Minho's dick slid in and out of Newt's mouth, causing him to imagine another activity they could do together, but just the way Newt's face contorts on the brink of ecstasy. His eyes are half lidded, cheeks colored red from ear to ear, and his blonde hair, dampened with sweat, turned a golden shade of brown. Newt looks as if he's in absolute bliss and for a moment he wonders who's enjoying this more. And though he never rushes Newt, Minho's tempted to thrust into that pretty little mouth. Give Newt the cock he loves so much.
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Newt’s thrusting his hips back against Minho’s fingers, trying to get at that one spot over and over again. He’s so close and though Minho has three fingers inside of him, a part of him longs for something bigger, something more. He tries to snake a hand under the table to tug at his erection, but is quickly swatted away by Minho. “Don’t even think about it, Shank. I’m going to make you come on my fingers alone.”
Minho works his fingers furiously inside of Newt, massaging his prostate with every thrust. Newt raises a hand up to his lips and bites his knuckles to stifle himself from screaming. Just a few more thrusts and he’s-
“C-Coming!”
A violent shudder rocks his body as his arms and legs grow limp. He shivers as he comes undone, collapsing on top the table.
Minho withdraws his fingers causing Newt’s breath to stagger at the feeling of emptiness. He helps Newt onto the floor and lays him against the wall, then heads over to the sink to fetch a clean rag. After dampening the rag, he cleans Newt up to the best of his ability. They’re still going to have to shower later, but it’s best not to have Newt rest in his own cum before that.
The rag is rough and warm as it grazes Newt’s body. His head is dizzy and light, still skating on the rush of orgasm. It’s nice to have Minho take care of him and it kind of turns him on (not that he had the energy to go another round).
When he’s done cleaning up, he leans against the wall next to Newt and positions Newt’s head against his shoulder. Newt’s quietly dozing off, body flushed, breath even. And Minho wouldn’t have it any other way.
His own mind is ready to drift off, but is interrupted by a cautious hand on his thigh. Newt doesn’t look at him, but Minho can see the frown of his lips from this angle. “But what about you?” Newt asks almost too soft to hear, referring to the tent of his pants.
Minho smiles. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it later. Go and rest.” And though he does have some suggestions on how Newt could help him out with his “situation”, he’d prefer not to inconvenience his boyfriend. It’s always been better to give than to take.
The frown never leaves Newt’s face, but he settles on, “Okay.” and a “But next time.” He reaches for his sweater and drapes it over his crotch to cover himself, then leans closer to Minho and closes his eyes, moments later, he was asleep.
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“I’m going to come.” Minho tries to pry Newt off of him, but Newt refuses. He holds onto the base of Minho’s cock and points the tip at his open mouth.
“No, I want it. I want it, Minho please.” And it takes all of Minho’s self-control not to come on Newt’s pretty face.
Newt doesn’t even wait for him to answer, he has his lips on Minho’s dick once again, dragging his tongue on the underside of his cock, bobbing his head frantically and when Minho feels the back of Newt’s throat, he’s coming. Warm, salty liquid slides down Newt’s throat in bursts and he tries to drink it all, but falls short in the end. He lets Minho’s dick slip off his lips and there’s spittle dripping down his chin.
Minho leans his back against the wall trying to catch his breath. Fingers still tangled in the mess of Newt’s hair. When his breathing evens out, he’s met with a pretty sight sitting before him.
Newt’s on the ground with his knees spread apart, his mouth agape, and his big brown eyes dilated and heady with lust.
He scans Newt’s body with his eyes, then chuckles. “You dirty shank, you got hard just from blowing me.” He taps the bulge of Newt’s pants with his foot, causing Newt to come almost instantly. The whole display making Minho want to come for the second time.
Dan is cold and he needs Phil to warm him up, but they're too broken to ever go back to where they were.
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex
850 words
Again and again and bloody again, here they were lying in bed, after they just fucked, when they had promised themselves it wasn’t going to happen again. But it did.
Dan was freezing.
The promises that they would not ever again end up in bed together was in flames, should they even bother again?
Because this little thing they had was fracturing Dan’s soul, creating cracks and leaving indents. Fuck, Dan blamed himself for this stupidity; he should’ve just kicked out Phil, who came stumbling into bed, breath reeking of alcohol. But he didn’t, two and a half years of familiarity won’t let you win, because Phil was Phil and Dan was Dan and it was the way that worked between them. Except he wished it didn’t.
Phil was right next to him, their backs against each other, but their hearts were a million miles away. Was it what their relationship had come to? Two separate people who worked together and sometimes fucked, was that what they were? Because Dan could not take that, Dan could not take the fact that their seemingly perfect relationship had gone down the drain and disappeared into abyss of all sorts of fucked up. Because that’s not what he wanted with Phil, because bloody fucking damn it, Phil was supposed to be his forever.
The first time he saw Phil that snowy day at the train station in Rosendale; he thought he saw perfection, with angelic blue eyes, and almost translucent skin. And the fact that Dan blushed so hard, he was kind of speechless for a second. Then the first time they kissed on top of the Manchester eye. The week he spent sleeping in Phil’s bed, wrapped in his arms, breathing in his scent. And a thousand other things, to which he thinks, “Where have they gone now?”
He couldn’t even remember when it started happening, maybe it was when people started suspecting their relationship, maybe it was when Dan started having his existential life crisis episodes, maybe it was when he started thinking where were they were going, maybe it was when he realized he needed Phil and Phil didn’t need him, maybe it was because Dan never told his parents about them, maybe it was because Dan kissed a green haired girl. Maybe it was because of all the fucking pretending that there wasn’t anything wrong, when both of them were hurting so bad.
Dan turned around to face Phil, who was curled into a ball, his hands held together like a mouse’s, his hair mussed up, and his 5’o clock shadow prominent and his tiny café au lait spot on the right side of his cheek a stark contrast to his pale skin . He looked so innocent and tiny, even though Dan knew first hand that Phil was one of the strongest people he had met, but even more than that he looked tired, underneath his eyes dark circles and his face sunken and sallow.
Dan felt tears prickle at his, the hopelessness of the situation hitting him. Phil’s azure eyes widened “Dan?”
“Yeah?” A sob broke his reply
Phil immediately pulled him into his arms, and Dan let the familiar warmth engulf him. He wasn’t freezing anymore.
“You’re so cold Dan, What’s wrong?”
“Everything”
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No stay” Dan whispered through his tears “What’s happened to us, Phil?” desolation and misery crowded his tear thickened voice.
“I don’t know, Dan, I don’t know, I’m so sorry, baby, I am so sorry” He says, the words almost monotone, but they comfort him.
Their bare conversation halted. They fell asleep like that together, and when morning came and their façade had to be maintained Phil left quietly, most of his clothes strewn on Dan’s floor. When Dan woke up, he was freezing just like before, because without Phil even his body likes to revolt.
It made him laugh, things were never working out for Dan Howell, fucking Dan Howell biggest failure of all time; maybe he should make another fucking video about it. So the whole internet could have a big laugh at his failed relationship. His laughter turned into tears as he pulled on his boxers and found his way to the bathroom, wanting to just end his life right now.
What the mirror on the wall showed Dan made his despair even bleaker, it was miserable, the aftermath of sleeping with Phil, letting him touch Dan all over, leave bruises and hickeys and markings that would declare that Dan Howell was Phil Lester’s. He wanted them gone so badly; they were sickening reminders of the crumbles of their relationship. He rubbed at one, right at the nape of his neck, it proclaiming for the world that somebody loved him enough to mark him as theirs, but it wasn’t true was it? He and Phil weren’t in love. It frustrated him, he wanted to scrub at his skin so the bites and hickeys would leave but it was useless, he knew they would fade like Phil’s love for him faded.
Prompt: Dan and Phil all cute and stuff in an adult-sized ball pit :3 you can take it to smut if you want but if not all fluff is good
“Hey Dan, Dan, Dan…”
“What, Phil?”
Phil looked at his boyfriend, who was walking blindly scrolling through whatever favorite social networking feed on his phone, probably tumblr. Dan smiles at the screen, and Phil definitely knows its tumblr.
Phil goes and stands in front of his walking boyfriend, letting him bump into his chest head first. The collision brought Dan’s feathery hair into his face, it smells like citrus.
“Phil” Dan whined
“I’m doing some …” His words stop midway when he looks up and realizes it’s one of those ball pit things, filled with thousands and thousands of colorful plastic balls, except this one is filled with blue and yellow for whatever brand it was promoting. It’s huge; almost a room big and children were in it playing around, throwing the balls around at each other, carefree laughing echoing through the room.
Phil stares at it with a mesmerized look, and Dan can see that his childishly perfect boyfriend wants to go in, even though they had to attend a meeting in 20 minutes. But the fact that Phil is smiling at all those people sweetly, never even telling Dan that he wants to go in makes Dan pull Phil’s arm and run into the ball pit like excited toddlers.
And Phil is running along with him, sinking into the balls, and falling down with Dan into his arms, they’re laughing at the ridiculousness, they were in their 20’s, who had almost serious jobs and responsibilities, and they were in a ball pit.
Phil gets up quick; leaving no time for Dan to react and gathers a whole armful of the blue and yellow balls and dumps it on Dan.
“Oh my God you twat” Dan shouts outraged and Phil just laughs. Dan pushes Phil down, cradling Phil’s dark head with his hand, lest he hit it on the floor or something. Dan can feel every inch of Phil’s hard body on his own and it’s kind of a good feeling, scratch that, it’s an amazing feeling andDan voices this. Phil’s chuckling, covering his mouth with his hand and Dan says “Hey don’t do that, I want to see you smile, babe.”
And Dan grabs his hand, to see his perfect boyfriend giggling, his azure eyes crinkling at the corners and full smile that shows off his a little bit crooked white teeth and his skin so pale it looks translucent, and stubble that litters his jaw, and the hair that’s perfectly matted to his forehead, and Dan doesn’t think he’s ever been in love with Phil as this day.
Dan pecks him quickly on the lips “I love you babe”
“I love you more, Dan.” They smile at each other and get up, because after all, ‘responsibilities’ was a thing. They leavethe ball pit, wadding through the balls.
“Hope nobody saw?” Phil says looking around.
“God, hopefully not, I certainly don’t know how two men kissing and saying ‘I love you’ would be platonic.”
They laugh because it’s kind of ironic how little of their subscribers know about their relationship, when it’s beautiful and special and clandestine, it’s their little secret that they nurture and keep to themselves. They walk to their meeting, letting their hands brush constantly, maybe they don’t have the freedom to show off their relationship, and maybe it was hidden always but it’s there and it’s alive and strong and kicking and they wouldn’t give it up for the world.
A/N: Sorry it took so long, i’m an idiot and exams but thanks for the prompt babe, i hope i did it justice.
