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luxekook · 4 years

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intimidation | myg

⇥ pairing: yoongi x reader

⇥ genre: fluff, a lil touch of smut, college AU

⇥ summary: in which you think Yoongi is intimidating bc of his dark clothing and his quiet ‘don’t give a fuck’ attitude… but then someone makes him laugh and you watch as his face lights up in the cutest gummy smile complete with shining eyes and blushing cheeks and BOOM you’re whipped for that boy

⇥ word count: 2.3k

⇥ warnings: dirty talk, light smut, cursing

⇥ sequel: intensity

Thursday, September 28th – 11:16am

Min Yoongi intimidated the living hell out of you.

While the boy in question was not all that tall or all that muscular, there was admittedly something in his aura that just screamed ‘big dick energy’... Not that you’d ever get the chance to confirm that hypothesis. You weren’t even sure you wanted to.

Shoulders slumping, you shifted your peripheral gaze off of Yoongi and back onto your professor as she droned on about evolution. Your shared Introduction to Biology class inspired an odd mix of dread and excitement every Tuesday/Thursday morning as a consequence of Min Yoongi’s sheer presence.

Your mind drifted back to the first class of the semester about a month ago...

Arriving in the lecture hall indicated on your class schedule, you took a seat in the middle of the room. You were spoiled for choice given that you had arrived fifteen minutes early for lecture. The first day of classes was always stressful for you, given your tendency to get lost within the many buildings on campus as well as your hatred for lateness.

As the room filled with more and more students, you shuffled through your backpack. “Where the hell is it?” you muttered, searching for your planner where you would jot down important notes.

Finally, you spotted it wedged in between two of your folders. Grasping it in triumph, you tugged it out of your backpack and placed it on your desk. Glancing back up, you found the coldest pair of brown eyes staring back at you.

“Is anyone sitting there?” The question came in a slow drawl, all rough and lazy. Long fingers adorned in rings shifted as the boy pointed towards the empty seat next to you. God, he was offensively good-looking.

You blinked and shook your head, “No, have at it.” His gaze pinned you in place for a few more brief seconds before his chin lifted in acknowledgment and he slumped into place beside you.

You had learned absolutely nothing that first class. Or any subsequent class that Min Yoongi deigned with his presence. The odds were about 50/50 on any given day.

Today, his presence was wreaking havoc on your nervous system. Since the initial encounter on your first day of class, the amount of words exchanged between the two of you could be counted on one hand. Last week he had asked you for your notes from a previous class he had missed, and you almost burned from the inside out with embarrassment as he took in your impeccably organized and color-coded notes with raised eyebrows and a slight smirk.

“Were you planning on framing these?” he had asked while snapping a quick series of photos of your notebook pages. In response, you had scowled, pulling your notebook out of his reach.

You were a nerd. You knew that. But you didn’t like being made fun of for it. Especially by a boy as arrogantly apathetic as Min fucking Yoongi.

Therefore, you were doing your absolute best to ignore him today. The hour and a half of class dragged by so slowly you thought you might have grown a couple gray hairs by the time your professor dismissed everyone.

Rushing to pack up your belongings and multitude of colored pens, a small slip of paper dropped onto your desk. Confused, you immediately glanced up to find the source and found Yoongi sauntering away from you, black backpack hitched over one shoulder carelessly.

Fingers shaking, you opened the hastily folded paper: “(y/n) – Sorry if I made you upset last class. I only meant to extend my compliments to the artist... – MYG.”

Compliments to the—Min Yoongi was so full of shit. But you couldn’t fight the small smile that spread across your face.

“(y/n) ... (y/n) ... (y/n)!”

The sound of your name shook you from your thoughts. Your roommate Nia decided that wasn’t enough and she shoved you in the arm.

“Ow, what the hell, Nia?” you grumbled, rubbing your left bicep dramatically.

Nia scoffed, “You’re staring into your bland salad like it holds the key to the universe. What’s up with you?”

Stabbing said salad with your fork, you waved your well-lettuced utensil in your roommate’s face, “What’s up is that I cannot stand Min Yoongi! He walks around looking like god’s gift to anyone attracted to men. Then, he has the audacity to critique my notes and give me a half-assed apology with further ridicule? The nerve! The gall!”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Nia cut off your rampage succinctly, “Min Yoongi apologized to you? We are talking about the same Min Yoongi, right? Bleached hair? Piercings? General hatred for life?”

You nodded. Nia’s eyebrows rose to new heights, “We must contact the historians. This is one for the books.”

Rifling through your planner, you pulled out the note Yoongi left you and thrust it in Nia’s direction, “Look!”

Unfolding the small torn paper, you watched as Nia’s eyes darted back and forth... and back and forth... and back and forth.

“Well?”

Nia’s wide eyes lifted to yours, “(y/n) ... Min Yoongi is flirting with you.”

You choked on your lettuce, “What? Where on earth are you getting that? He’s clearly roasting me.”

“Nope,” Nia threw the note back at you, “Clearly flirting. Damn, Min Yoongi is into my best friend? This is wild! Okay, you first need to get on that, and then you need introduce me to Park Jimin.”

“Are you insane?” Your outburst gained annoyed looks from the surrounding students in the dining hall and you lowered your voice, “I am not ‘getting on’ anyone!”

Rolling her eyes, Nia stared pointedly to the right, “So if I'm hearing you correctly, you’re saying that you don’t find him attractive?”

Your eyes followed her line of vision and landed on none other than your topic of conversation.

God, he looked good. Even surrounded by his group of attractive friends, Yoongi stood out to you. You were just about to glance away when it happened.

Kim Seokjin’s windshield wiper laugh burst through the cacophony of conversations, following what must have been one of his famously so-bad-they’re-good jokes.

And then Min Yoongi smiled.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as you watched his eyes crinkle, his cheeks turn a pretty pink and, his smile to widen into the cutest, most devastating gummy smile you had ever seen in your entire life.

“Holy fuck.” You exhaled. It was official. You were fucking whipped.

“Yup, that’s what I thought,” Nia’s smug tone pulled your focus away from this new version of Yoongi you were desperate to know, “Still going to deny that you want to jump his bones?”

“...No.”

You were scared shitless by Nia’s maniacal grin in response to your admission.

“Excellent,” she smirked, her palms rubbing together like a plotting villain, “Here’s what we’re going to do...”

Friday, September 29th – 10:34pm

Your hands tugged at the hem of the short leather miniskirt Nia loaned you for the night as your stomach flipped more times than Simone Biles’ floor routine.

Damn, you were nervous.

When Nia talked you into attending Kim Taehyung’s party, you had agreed pretty easily. You both had reasoned that Yoongi might not even be there; and, if he was, you would just see if he would approach you.

It had seemed so simple in the moment, but now as you grasped your beer you realized that nothing regarding Min Yoongi was simple. Since arriving about twenty minutes ago, you and Nia had immediately been recruited for beer pong by Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook. Unable to crush Nia’s dreams of hooking up with Jimin, you had agreed immediately even though you were both absolutely terrible at the game.

Jimin and Jungkook now only had one cup left to make, while you and Nia had five. You dipped the pong ball into the designated cup of water to clean it, took aim and watched in glee as the ball sailed into the front cup.

“Oh, fuck yes!” You and Nia high-fived, taking in the rare victory. Opening her mouth to respond, Nia’s words died in her throat as she looked over your shoulder.

“What is it?” you began to turn to see what was so alarming to your friend.

“No!” Nia hissed, “Don’t you dare turn around. Min Yoongi is staring at you like you’re a five-course meal and he’s starving.”

Your soul left your body, only to be snapped back into place with the interrupting cheers from Jimin and Jungkook as they sunk their last cup.

“Good game!” Jungkook’s arm wrapped around you in a half-hug. You shoot Nia a look, but she’s completely occupied in conversation with Jimin. Jungkook’s arm fell to encircle your waist when you felt it – the weight of a certain someone’s gaze.

You barely registered Jimin and Nia’s exit from the pong table and onto the makeshift dancefloor in Taehyung’s living room. And when Jungkook suggested getting another drink from the kitchen you almost shouted in agreement. Anything to escape the eyes you knew were glued to you.

He’s just a boy, you tried to remind yourself, you could handle Min Yoongi.

You followed Jungkook into the cramped kitchen, nodding along to whatever story he’s rambling on about. Locating the vast array of alcohol scattered along the kitchen island, you grabbed a solo cup and fixed yourself a rum and coke.

“...and then Jin-hyung said ‘It’s burgundy!’” You tuned back in to Jungkook’s story just in time to laugh in the appropriate place. You felt bad. Jungkook was cute and sweet, but just not your type.

“Jungkook,” a low voice broke through your shared laughter.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in alarm as he turned to face the intruder, “Yoongi-hyung! Wh-what’s up?”

Yoongi’s gaze narrowed; Jungkook gulped, “Bye, (y/n)-noona.”

You watched in horror as Jungkook literally scrambled out of the room to get away from you and Yoongi.

“Why’d you do that?” You looked up at Yoongi.

Damn, he looked good. His blonde locks were tousled like he had been running his hands through it and his cheeks were slightly flushed – probably from drinking.

Yoongi ignored your question, shooting a look at the group of boys occupying the kitchen counter space next to you and they immediately made themselves scarce.

His dark gaze turned back to you, “Why Jungkook?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

“Why were you talking to Jungkook, (y/n)?” Yoongi moved closer to you, backing you into the counter behind you, “That boy couldn’t handle you.”

Your eyebrows quirked up, “And why’s that?”

“Because, baby, all that hair, all that ass, and all that attitude needs a man to give you what you want and what you need.”

You struggled to formulate an answer as you watched as he took a long sip of his beer, his eyes continuing to burn into yours.

“Are you drunk, Min Yoongi?”

“Lil’ bit,” he muttered and shot you a devastating half-smile, “But still sober enough to appreciate how goddamn good you look right now.”

Your mouth opened and closed several times before you choked out, “I thought you hated me?”

His hand darted through his hair as his jaw flexed once… twice, “Not even close.”

“But you don’t talk to me... you made fun of my notes!”

“I don’t talk to you because I think you’re so fucking cute with your colored pens and your oversized sweatshirts and your overused planner. I don’t talk to you because I want to ruin you and worship you all at once.”

All air had escaped your lungs at this point. You let out a jagged breath as Yoongi suddenly slid his hands around your waist.

He scooped you off the floor and placed you on the edge of the counter. Your arms circled his shoulders instinctually and his grip tightened on your hips. When he glanced down at you, he let out a rough breath, sounding like you were torturing him.

Turning to the side, you tried to hide from his intensity behind the curtain of your hair, but he just pushed it back behind your ear.

“Yoongi, please…” Your desperate words left your mouth subconsciously, the feeling of his lips so close to yours made your pulse race and your head spin.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse and his pupils dilated, “I’ll give you anything. Just ask.”

“Kiss me?” You barely finished asking your question before Yoongi’s lips slammed onto your own.

He kissed you like he wanted to own you – and to have you own him. Gravity tried to drag you down off the counter and your mouths separated in a gasp. Yoongi hoisted you up higher with a firm hand on the back of your thigh.

Hooking your leg around his slim waist, you tugged him into you, feeling every inch of his body respond to your touch. He breathed heavily as you dragged your nails down his back slowly, provokingly. You felt his responding groan rumble deep from within his chest.

His free hand latched into your hair and tugged your lips back to his. You both moaned as his tongue circled yours, twining around it, enticing yours to follow.

You swore the way Min Yoongi kissed could be felt all the way down to your bones.

His kisses got greedier, more desperate as he seemed to be trying to memorize the taste of your mouth on his. “God-fucking-damn," he panted, pulling back slightly and resting his forehead on yours.

You smiled, completely fucked out. His fingertips dragged down your skin slowly until he reached your waist. His hands slid up under your shirt, and he rested his palms against your skin, fingers splayed down over your hips. His hold was undeniably possessive.

Shifting his head into the crevice of your neck, Yoongi muttered, “Go out with me, (y/n).”

The only answer your last few braincells could formulate was a garbled “Mkay”. But judging from the smile you felt against your pulse point, it was good enough for him.

a/n: originally was going to make this fic about jungkook (inspired by this post), but I decided I needed to write it about Yoongi bc he is baby

#bts #btswritingcafe #bts smut #bts imagine #bts fic #yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #myg x reader #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts au #college yoongi #yoongi imagine

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gabriellaleen · 2 years

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The Goo jit zu's/Wilder's Siblings(Part 39)

Tygon x Friz

Savannah x Rin

"Do you like the second outfit?" Sabrina said, "Yeah, it looks pretty." Den said, "Also it the special valentines party is coming on Feb 28th." Sabrina said, "W-wait what?" Den said, "They had to change the date because they're not done yet." Sabrina said, "Oh okay." Den said, "Well, thanks for the outfit." Den said, "No problem!" Sabrina said, "Do you also need extras?" Sabrina said, "No." Den said, "Okay bye!" Sabrina and Den said goodbye to each other. Later that heaven, Sabrina already tell the others about the date they change.

Today was Feb 28th and Sabrina was still working the outfits for the others and also for Inaaya and Maddie. She was finally done, "Whew! Finally." Sabrina said, "That was a lot of work." Sabrina said, "Now time to give these outfits for the others." Sabrina said. She gave the others they're outfits and she knew that Inaaya and Maddie were talking in the room, "Hey." Sabrina said, "Hey Sabrina." Inaaya said. Sabrina gave them two of boxes which the inside was a outfit, "Hm?" Inaaya said, "It's just something for the party special valentines." Sabrina said, she walked away and closed the door when she exit the room, "Should we open it?" Inaaya said, "Maybe?" Maddie said, the two opened the box and inside was a outfits for them, "A dress for me!?" Inaaya said, "I also have one." Maddie said, "I think this is for the party to wear." Maddie said, "Yeah maybe." Inaaya said. Meanwhile with Sabrina, she was taking some rest from her work, "Thank you Sabrina!" Willie said, "No problem!" Sabrina said. After that morning, it was afternoon and the others were getting ready for the party. Inaaya was ready and was waiting for the others and some of them were ready and the girls were helping the little kids getting dressed up, "I don't like dresses..." Venny said, "What do you mean, it looks okay to your style." Olivia said, "I know your a tomboy but it's fine, just don't judge it from Sabrina though, she gets disappointed from someone that judges her work." Maddie said, "I already know Maddie." Venny said, "What's wrong with dresses?" Oliver said, "It's just that I apparently don't like it because I had enough with dresses, I started to be a tomboy now." Venny said, just then, Maddie saw Sabrina looking at Venny with a disappointment face for judging her hard work, "This is why were fri-enemies.." Sabrina mumbled, "You okay Sabrina?" Inaaya said, "Yeah I'm fine." Sabrina said, she walked away. Once everybody was ready to go, they started to fly with they're wings and Inaaya was flying in a flying cloud. Everybody and every angels got to the party. First they did was eat and watching the angels singing, some of the angels can dance also, and the kids if they want too, even though the Goo jit zu's and wilder's siblings were dancing, "Hey Savannah!" Rin said, Savannah looked at her, "Do you want to dance together?" Rin said, Savannah got embarrassed but agree, "S-sure!" Savannah said, Tygon saw that and made his heart dropped, he had a crush on Savannah but she also had a crush on Rin? Tygon sighed and was upset, "Tygon are you okay?" Grim said, "Yes.." Tygon said, "You don't seemed okay.." Grim said. Grim looked at Savannah dancing with Rin and he realized, "Oh, I see what you mean." Grim said, "But I will be right back." Grim said, he went to get someone. Tygon was waiting there and was now sad, "Tygon!" A voice said, Tygon looked behind and saw Friz, his classmate, "Friz!?" Tygon said, "Yeah it's me!" Friz said, "Why did you not tell me you were gonna be here?" Tygon said, "Well, Den told us that a party was coming up and I wanted to come." Friz said, "Oh okay, but do you want to-" Tygon got interrupted, "Yes sure!" Friz said as he hold Tygon's hand and dance together.

#goo jit zu #goo jit zu's sibling #story #Inaaya #Maddie #Sabrina #Willie #Venny #Olivia #Oliver #Savannah #Rin #Tygon #Grim #Friz #late valentines special #gabriellaleen

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tobesensation-9 · 3 years

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‘When You Fall’ Pt. 1 (Youngbin x Reader)

Genre: Angst, Romance (Mentions of breaking up, heartbreak, grief, fluff)

Synopsis: Inspired by Sam Kim’s song, You and Youngbin recollect memories of your past relationship after running into each other one year later.

December 1st

You thought you had set your alarm for 9:15am today. But when you rolled over and picked up your ringing phone from your nightstand and swiped to answer the call without thinking, you realised it was way passed 9:15am.

“Y/N! Where are you!” Your mother yells over the phone.

You snap out of your grogginess and sit up in bed. You were supposed to meet with your mom to help her shop for Christmas gifts for your family at 9:45. You remove your phone from your face to look at the time and it’s 10:30. Oops.

“I’m sorry mom. I had a tiring day at work yesterday so I overslept. Go ahead and start without me, I’ll catch up with you. Just tell me what store you’re in when I get there.”

“Okay sweetie. Don’t have me waiting too long okay? I’ll treat you to some lunch when you get here too.”

“Okay. Thanks mom. See you soon.”

You’ve been feeling stagnant lately, like all your hard work hasn’t been recognized. You’ve been working super hard at work, work on a new PR project for a clothing store and it was eating you up. You also had to worry about all the gifts to get you family and try to make your siblings and nieces especially feel batter about the holidays this year with everything happening.

But there was something else that had you feeling a little down. Your phone buzzes at a news article notification your received and as you look to see you notice the date.

December 1st. It’s been a year already? Was it just ironic? A coincidence? No it couldn’t be.

You look up and talk to nothing in particular, referring to the universe, “You did that to remind to let go right?”

You give a small smile and shrug standing at your sink counter. You look at yourself in your mirror holding eye contact. Yeah, it’s definitely because of that. Because of him.

November 28th

You and your best friend are over your place for drinks after a hard week at work.

“And then he said, ‘Liv, can you go replace the paper in the copier for once. It doesn’t seem like you ever do that. It’s nice to try something new.’ How could be assume I never replace the printer with paper! He never asked hey, ‘Hey Liv did you leave the printer empty?”

Your friend crushes her third canned beer and reaches for another can. “Oh, we only have one more.”

You look up at the coffee table from the floor. “Oh yeah.” You were kinda tipsy yourself having crushed three beers yourself. “I’ll go and grab some more from the convienece store. I’ll be back.”

Your friend nods and grabs another piece of fried chicken to eat with her new can of beer. You threw on an over-sized sweatshirt not caring to change your pajama pants and some sneakers on with your hills hanging out. You didn’t even bother to but the shoes on all the way. Two minutes you walk into the store go straight back to grab two boxes of beer and look for any ramen and chips your could add to tonight’s menu. As you walk to turn into the aisle with ramen you bump into someone’s arm.

“Oh sorry.” You nod quickly without any regard to looking at their eyes and keep it moving.

“Um.... y/n?”

You stop in place, frozen. You turn around at the familiar voice.

“It’s you isn’t it?”

You look up at the figure talking to you. As you looked up and scanned the body, something about it was strangely familiar. Once you reached the half-covered face you knew exactly who it was. You didn’t even need to see the whole face, you knew who it was just by his eyes.

“Oh. Hey Youngbin.” Your greeting, you didn’t know if it sounded too excited or if it was too forced. You definitely didn’t want to sound unhappy, although happy wouldn’t be the word to use to describe how you felt seeing him after all this time. Your stomach performed somersaults as he giggled a bit and greeted you back. You could tell he was smiling, his eyes were crinkled in the corners, even with him wearing a face mask.

A genuine smile, you didn’t know how he could show you such a thing, after so long. Part of it still pained you, another part of you missed it. A lot.

“Have company?” He asks eyeing the boxes of beer you were holding.

“Yeah just me and Liv.” You try to ease yourself away to scan the ramen options. Then you remembered that your had sirloin at the house, so you decided to get the instant noodles packs for Chapaghetti.

“If you’re getting more things I’ll take this.” Before you can object, Youngbin already holds the two boxes of beer and motions you to go ahead and pick the ramens you were eyeing.

Once you pickup the packs of ramen and some bags of potato chips, you sit your items on the counter. When you do Youngbin sits his two items on the counter as well and tells the cashier that all of the items were his. “No you don’t have to I’m-”

“I know how you can get when you drink a little after working. You didn't bring cash did you?”

You check your sweatshirt pocket and realise that you did leave the apartment without any cash. You looked down and felt your face getting hot.

After he paid for everything he hands you the with your ramen and his two drinks as he holds the beers. “What are you doing?”

He looks at, raising his eyebrows, “C’mon I’ll take this for you. You still live a couple minutes away right?”

Your face was starting to feel hotter and hotter by the minute. “Y-yeah.”

He starts walking in the direction of your apartment and you trail behind him, hesitantly. Why was he doing all this? You guys ended on such a sour note, well at least that’s how it felt. Did he not feel that way?

Your thoughts questioned his actions more and more. You over-analysed so much to the point where you didn’t even realize you were at your apartment building until Youngbin said something. “Ahh..could you grab the door me?” You shake your head and realize that you were about to pass your own apartment building. You walk back mutter a “sorry” and pushed the door open for him. He giggles behind you to himself as you pressed your floor number not the elevator.

The whole time the two of you walked, you hadn't uttered a word to each other. That was until he asked you a question the minute the two of you walked into the elevator and the doors shut.

“That voicemail I sent you that one time,” your stomach immediately dropped at the subject. “Did you ever listen to it?”

Maybe about a few months or so after the two of you separated he called you randomly one day and left a voicemail. You’ve always wanted to listen to it, but you were too scarred. You’d always hover your finger over the play button, a curious part of you wanting to listen to the two minute voicemail, the part that missed you. But the hurt part of you, the part of you that wanted to hold a grudge, wouldn't allow you to.

“I...uh. I honestly count bring myself to listen to it.”

You see him look over at you through your peripheral and he stars at you. You never look back over at him. He then gives a “hmm” and nods. You finally reach your floor and the two of you walk out to your door. As you pull out you enter your code on your door security system you here quietly say behind you , “Whenever you’re ready, just let me know.” At that you quickly push the door open, hand him his bag, take the beer and rush into the apartment.

“Y/nnnnnn! What took you soooo longggg,” Liv whines as you put everything down and try to hurry up and hand her a beer before she notices Youngbin hovering in your doorway. “Yeah I know I'm sorry. Here.” But as you try to han her the can of beer from the box she turns around makes instant eye contact with Youngbin.

“Oh, wait y/n is that Youngbin? Youngbin?”

She stumbles to get up and waves happily at Youngbin. He waves back and asks her how she’s been.

“So are you guys back together? Why didn't you tell me? I would've understood, but you didnt have to keep it from me.”

Before Youngbin could say anteing you immediately deny with a sharp “no” hand her, her beer and try to dismiss Youngbin. “Well he has to go now, I'm just gone send him off, say bye Liv.”

“Byeeee come back soon. Y/n still misses you by the way, you still have a chance. I’ve always rooted for you!”

You slam the door behind you, but he could already what she said. You see him smiling under his mask, just by looking at his eyes again.

“I see Liv is still, Liv.” “Yeah..” The two of you stand in front of your door for the longest time not saying anything, before he says “Well, I should get back.”

“Oh yeah, um.... thanks for the help.”

His eyes smile at you. He nods and turns around toward the elevator. A part of you wanted to ask what he meant by “let me know when you’re ready.” Before you could stop yourself you yelled his name and walked over to him.

“Yeah?”

You stop and stare at him studying what you could see of his face. “What did you mean?”

“By what?”

“When you mumbled let me know when you’re ready?”

He looks into your eyes and holds eye contact for a few seconds. By the time the elevator dings and the doors open he just says, “The voicemail will tell you.”

He steps into the elevator and turns to you and says, “Just let me know when you’re ready.” Then the doors close.

December 1st

You take a quick shower before getting ready and you jump in the car to finally meet your mom.

When you arrive at the shopping center, you call your mom to see what store she’s in. Not so ironically it was a store that you and Youngbin would go to all the time. One of his favorites.

You walked into the store and found yourself mom in the men’s clothing section of the store looking for clothes for your dad.

“Hey sweetie are you okay?”

“Yeah like I said just tired from work. Did dad want new clothes?”

She turns around to you with a jacket in hand to get your approval.

“Do you know your father asked me to get him a jacket. I looked up pictures of jackets from different stores to show and he didn’t like any of them. Not long after that, I see him looking up jackets to bye. I had to scold him right then and there. It already hard to buy gifts for him and he just has to make it harder on me.”

You just look at your mom, smile and shake your head, it sounds like something your father would do.

“So what do you think about this one?”

She holds a black windbreaker jacket, it seemed like it was perfect for your dad. “I thin he’d love it. It’s perfectly his style.”

Walking around and shopping with you mom was a good escape from your memories of a few days ago. Along with all the memories of your passed relationship from almost two years ago now.

You soon arrive at a cafe, find an area away from large groups of people and talk to your mom for a little bit. You order a latte and and a bacon grilled cheese sandwich. Your mom orders cranberry juice and a Caesar salad. She asks work, friends, and other things. Along with those things she mentions Youngbin, you guess she too realised its been a year since you broke up.

“I um....actually saw him the other day.” The minute you say this your mother stars at you, her eyes glazed with sorrow. She knew how much the break up affected you, its not that she pitied you because she knew you were strong. But she looked to make sure you were okay.

“Really? How?”

“I was drinking one night with Liv. Went to the convenience to get us some more beers and ran into him there. He helped me with my things and walked me home.”

“He was always sweet. Thats one thing that will never change.”

You nod. “You know that voicemail he left me, he asked me about it.”

Her eyes get wide and she raises her eyebrows, “Really? You still haven't listened to it right?”

“Yeah I haven't. When I told him that he just nodded and told me to let me know when I’m ready.”

“What does that mean?” Your mom expressed the frustration that you felt inside, stabbing her fork into her salad and eating some lettuce and cucumber.

“He just told me to listen to the voicemail and I’ll find out.”

You hug your mom and kiss her on the cheek once you helped her take all the gifts to your parents house. You see your father in passing to and give him. hug and a kiss. You wanted to stay to talk to your dad but you weren't really in the mood. Talking about Youngbin again, made you feel a lot of things you couldn't explain. Sad, frustrated, angry, insecure. All the feelings you felt when you first broke up came rushing back to you.

You came home and stripped yourself of your clothes immediately, walking to your bathroom and running water in the bath tub. You submerged yourself into the filling tub, and laid your head back against the cool tile. Suddenly a tear rolled down your cheek as you laid there, in the warmth of the tub. Normal crying was easy to let out, with sudden emotions, but pent up emotions, resulted in strained crying. Strained crying always had you slightly hyperventilating, with those repetitive gasps and a strained and pained throat. This was the type of cry you were going to have because of him, you knew it.

Pt. 2 Coming Soon!

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onlyyyariii · 3 years

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The Beginning

I’m hoping to make two more parts to this, called The Middle, and The End.

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I was walking through the mall when I suddenly bumped into someone.

"Ow," I yelled as they shoulder checked me, "watch where you're going f****r."

I glance behind me at the man, he has dark hair and hazel eyes. The man next to him seems to look identical, just a bit taller and more muscular.

"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. It won't happen again." He says, staring at me.

"Yeah it better not."

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I sit on a bench and continue to eat my salad. I love being at the mall. Many of the employees here are very helpful. They don't care about what size you are either. I also love watching the many different types of people that walk by me. The goths, the stoners, the popular girls who love nothing more than getting mani pedis and buying new dresses. Then there's the frat boys who try to throw compliments at me. I'm sorry frat boys, but you're not my type.

"Oh hey, it's the girl who bumped into me."

I look up to see the same guy from before, his clone by his side.

"Hey, you shoulder checked me."

He sits down beside me and his twin sits on my other side.

"What do you want?" I ask, setting my fork in the plastic bowl along with my salad.

"Your name."

"What? No, f**k that. I want yours first. How do I know you don't want to kill me?"

"First off I'm 23 years old, I don't want to kill anyone. But to appease you, I'm Ethan and that's my twin brother Grayson."

I glance between the two, "So does Grayson talk?"

"Of course he does why-"

I turn towards Grayson effectively cutting Ethan off, "Hi Grayson, I'm Liana. Liana Summers it's very nice to meet you."

He smiles and grabs hand brining it up to his lips, "Hi Liana, I'm Grayson but you could call me Gray."

"Uh hello? I was talking first."

I turn back towards Ethan, "I'm sorry sir but could you shut up? I'm trying to talk to my new friend here."

His jaw drops and Grayson giggles.

"Well I was going to ask you out-"

"My answer would be no."

"How come?" Ethan's smile drops slightly.

"I don't even know you. All I know is that you're Ethan and you have a twin brother and you guys are 23 years old."

"Okay... my favorite color is yellow, I'm dairy free, I'm also vegan. Grayson and I like to work out a lot. We're YouTubers, we got popular from vine. Our channel name is the Dolan Twins if you want to check it out."

"Hmm okay we'll see."

"What about the date?"

"You know nothing about me...?" I question, wondering why someone would want to go out with someone they know absolutely nothing about.

"Then tell me, tell me about you."

I smile, "Okay, my favorite color is purple. I'm vegan as well. I'm not some famous hot YouTuber, but I get by. I'm 22 and I work as a photographer. I've always liked make up so I wanted to start a YouTube channel for my make up videos."

"When's your birthday?" Grayson asks.

"It's in December. December 28th."

"Ours is the 16th."

"Oh, that's cool."

"So," Ethan starts as I turn to look at him, "can we go out now? Please."

I smile, "Fine but only one date. That's it."

"Yes," he jumps up off the bench, "here give me your phone."

I pull out my phone and unlock it. He takes it and starts typing away. He hands it back to me about three minutes later.

"D**n what took so long to add your number?"

"I made you follow my socials too."

"Oh my god. Are you serious? Your fan girls are going to come after me."

"Nah, I doubt it. I'll follow you back when we get home."

"Okay," I say, standing up.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"Home. I have a shoot tomorrow."

"For yourself or are you taking the pictures?"

"Both," I smile and start walking away, "see ya guys. Bye Gray!"

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The date was set for later this afternoon and I couldn't help but feel jittery. I worked out for 3 hours this morning hoping my body was a bit more defined for tonight. No, I'm not going to sleep with the guy on the first date. I just don't want him to think I'm ugly. I'm currently watching one of their YouTube videos. I have been watching them almost daily since Ethan had told me about the channel. Ethan and I talk a lot too. We mostly call, I don't really have the time to text. Only in between shoots, I usually text Grayson and call Ethan. I'm also trying to decide on what to wear tonight. I want to look enticing, like, you get me? I want him to look at me and want to f**k me but like understand that he doesn't get to. Is that mean? My thoughts are cut off by the phone ringing.

"Hello?" I say answering the phone.

"Heyyy Li."

"Oh hey Ethan, aren't you like coming in an hour and a half?"

"Change of plans."

"Oh," I suddenly find myself disappointed. He doesn't want to go out with me anymore? I was kind of excited.

"No! I'm not cancelling on you! I'm coming a little earlier if that's okay. Grayson just brought a girl in the house and he's like signaling for me to leave so I-"

"Oh no, you're fine! You could come to my apartment I guess. I'll text you the address."

"Okay," he chuckles, "thanks."

"Yeah of course."

"Hey, um would you just like dress comfortably?"

"Um, how do you mean?"

"I don't want to give it away but like sweatpants or shorts and a T-shirt or something."

"Oh," where could we be going, "sure."

"Alright I'm sure you'll look hot either way."

I giggle, "Thanks."

"Okay, just lemme know the address I'll be there soon."

"Okay."

He hangs up and I text him my address. (Top is her outfit without the sweater) I hurry and get dressed before Ethan gets here. I do a no make-up make up look. I just put on some mascara and a shiny chapstick. The door bell rings as I'm putting my socks on. I finish slipping the sock over my heel and open the door.

"Hi," Ethan says smiling.

"Hey, uh come on in." I smile and motion behind me.

I walk over and sit on my couch to finish putting on my shoes. I look up to see Ethan holding a picture of my ex boyfriend and I.

"Who's this?" He asks, looking at me.

"Um that was my ex."

"How come you still have the picture up?"

"I just haven't gotten rid of it yet. Most of his stuff is in my closet. I can't bring myself to look at it."

"Do you mind me asking what happened?"

I look around and suddenly his jacket is hanging on the hook and he's walking through the door.

"Hey baby, I'm home. Who's this?" He says, looking at Ethan.

I wipe away the tear that trails down my face and turn back towards Ethan, "Yeah, I'll tell you. Um follow me to my bedroom, if that's alright with you."

I get up and walk to my bedroom, I hear footsteps behind me letting me know Ethan is following me. I sit on my bed and he looks around at all the pictures hanging on my memorial wall.

"Who are all these people?"

"They were my friends."

He turns towards me with a confused look on his face, "Were?"

"They died two years ago," I grab one of the pictures off the wall and point to the people in it, "this is Morgan and Xavier, they were my friends from elementary school. They got engaged a few days before the accident. This is Aliyah and Marina, they became our friends in middle school. Then those two right there are Richie and me. We were dating and planning on getting married but then the accident happened."

I look at him trying to process everything. He looks up at my face and wipes away the tears that are running down my cheeks. I haven't been on a date since I was with Richie but being here with Ethan feels right.

"What was the accident?" He asks, his hand still on my cheek.

"We were in Minnesota, we went for a skiing trip. It was just the six of us. Morgan had this big hippie van that she had just bought. It was older but worked just fine. On our way up the mountain the tires slipped. The car flipped multiple times. When I woke up there was this terrible ringing in my ears. I look around at my friends and they were all still passed out. I crawled out and had to go farther down the mountain to get service. I called for an ambulance and when they arrived they picked me up and we drove back to my friends. Aliyah, Richie, and Morgan has all climbed out of the car but Xavier and Marina were still in the same positions I left them in. I tried to pull them out but they wouldn't move. I found out later that they'd hit their heads when we flipped and their brains swelled. They died during the time I left them there. I should've helped them it's all my fault that they're dead and I-"

Ethan pulls me into his arms and I bury my face in his neck, "Shhh it's okay. It wasn't your fault, it wasn't your fault. You can't blame that on yourself."

He places a kiss on my forehead. I find the strength to pull myself together as I tell him the rest of the story.

"Aliyah and Morgan has pulled Richie out from underneath the car. He had a broke leg, arm, and his ribs were cracked. They told me he had severe damage to his brain. He had to undergo serious brain surgery. Aliyah broke her nose, ankle, and her hand. The bones were shattered. Morgan didn't die until last year. She found out she had cancer, stage four. There was nothing she could do about it because it was too late. Aliyah was murdered a few months after the accident. Richie, after the surgery, forgot who I was. It was hard getting him to remember me again, when he did it was the day before he died. He remembered me and then we had a moment. He asked me to marry him and I didn't care that I was only twenty I said yes. I told him I would come back the next day but that night I got a call. The hospital called me at two in the morning and told me he went brain dead. I was his emergency contact and the only family he had around. They told me that after I had left that day he signed a DNR. I was heartbroken but I had to decide whether or not to pull the plug and I did. He wouldn't have wanted to stay alive like that. All I have from the accident is scars. Internal and external. There's scars on my back from the broken glass, I climbed out the window so I could call for help. It scraped open my back and I had to get stitches. I- I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be dropping all of this on you we haven't even gone on our first date yet I-"

"I'm completely fine with it. I want to know about your life. You would've told me sometime anyways right?"

I look back up at him, "Yeah I guess you're right."

"Hey, how about we just stay here tonight? We could watch a movie, have popcorn. I'll make you a vegan dinner?"

I smile and wipe the rest of the tears off of my cheeks, "That sounds nice, however Grayson told me you're not the best cook."

"Not the- oh he's gonna get it."

"Okay," I giggle, "we could make it together."

"That sounds perfect."

*******

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metatextuality · 7 years

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Prompt from twitter: Owlman + one missed call. from this meme. warning for suicide-related content without any actual suicide or suicidal ideation.

1998

Owlman awoke and immediately hissed a breath through his teeth at the throbbing pain that seemed to suffuse every cell in his body. He felt like he’d been hit by a truck.

A few seconds later, he remembered that he was very nearly right. It hadn’t been a truck, though. More like collapsing rafters. The rafters had also been on fire.

Last night had gone very poorly.

He managed, with effort, to force his eyes open. It wasn’t his best choice. Even the dim strip lighting along the floor and ceiling made his head hurt. Concussion. He’d apparently made it to one of his safehouses before passing out. Couldn’t be sure which one, but he’d bet on either the 28th Street or Wallace Road bunker.

What time was it?

Owlman wasn’t wearing his helmet and he definitely wasn’t going to try putting it back on when every movement sent a fresh wave of pain through his body, so he fumbled with his utility belt until he managed to pull his handheld out and turn it on. The first thing that caught his eye was the voicemail icon. Six missed calls.

The second thing that caught his eye was that it was 5:24 PM.

Over sixteen hours since he’d entered the warehouse last night. Fuck.

Shakily, Owlman opened his call history. Five calls from Leo and one from Alfred. Except for one last call from Leo about half an hour ago, Alfred’s was the most recent. He played that message first.

“Mr. Black called approximately twenty minutes ago to inquire as to your whereabouts and condition. When I told him you were unavailable, he hung up, after which I presume he was responsible for contacting the police officers I just had to turn away. Please report back ASAP, sir.”

The speaker clicked off and Owlman pressed his knuckles into his eyes, stifling a groan. He took a few seconds to breathe slowly, steadily, calmly, then moved his hand just enough that he could see the rest of his messages.

2:31 PM: “Thomas, it’s Leo Black. Call me back when you’re available.”

3:30 PM: “Hey, Thomas. It’s Leo again – I’m hoping you just forgot about our appointment, so let me know as soon as you get this message.” A few seconds’ pause as he tried to figure out how to say what he wanted tactfully. “Take care, okay?”

4:22 PM: No content, just a couple seconds of silence between the message tone and Leo hanging up.

Owlman let his hand drop to the cot beside him.

A few minutes later – or, rather, eleven minutes later according to the clock; his time sense must be skewed – he hit Alfred’s speed dial and raised the handheld to his ear.

Alfred answered on the first ring. “Sir.” He was too well trained to let his relief bleed into his tone. Owlman was too well trained not to pick up on it anyway.

“I’m alive,” Owlman rasped. Smoke inhalation. Could be worse. “Need pickup at either safehouse Echo or Foxtrot. Calling Leo now.”

He hung up, took a few deep breaths, and started humming scales until they dissolved into ugly coughing at the point where he switched from chest voice to head voice. Great. That would go over well.

He tried again, this time staying in his upper register, warming up seared-raw vocal cords until he could manage at least a passably consistent tone. That would have to be good enough; it had already been another ten minutes. He dialed Leo and stared vaguely at the ceiling as he listened to the phone ring.

A click as Leo picked up. “Hello?”

“Hi, Leo.” This number blocked caller ID, for obvious reasons, so he clarified, “It’s Thomas. Sorry I missed our call.”

“Thomas!” Leo was much less practiced than Alfred at keeping his emotions out of his voice. “How are you?”

That was code for are you okay, did you or are you about to attempt suicide, are you in danger right now, dear god why the hell do you sound like that. “Hungover,” Owlman said sheepishly. Fortunately for his current ability to dissemble, Thomas’s sheepish tone was practically indistinguishable from any of his others. “Last night was, um.” The pause stretched on too long as he tried to force his brain into a semblance of functional cognition. “An adventure.”

He could hear Leo relax slightly. That was the main downside of giving his alter ego a watertight reason to avoid appearing in public: he didn’t have to pretend to be something he wasn’t, but the few people who cared about his well-being wouldn’t trust any assurances he made that he was fine. Hence the bimonthly calls for Leo to gently probe his mental state. “You sure you’re okay?” Leo asked.

“Yes. Sorry for making you worry.” Owlman muted the mic momentarily so he could swallow another cough, then unmuted and said, “I just…lost track of time. You know how it is.”

Leo spent Friday nights apart from his wife so he could drink too much and muse on the cost/benefit balance of holy matrimony, and therefore would never admit to knowing the exact specifics of how it was. “Sure, sure,” he said too quickly. “Just leave your phone on next time, alright? You had me waiting for a ransom call or something.”

“Yeah. Sorry. I’ll remember next time. Look, I’ve got a splitting headache and I really need to get cleaned up, so I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Same time.”

“Same time,” Leo agreed. Not entirely on board, but unwilling to push his mentally unstable young employer into opening up more while he was probably already longing for death. “Take care, Thomas.”

“You too. Bye.” Owlman hung up, resisted the urge to throw his handheld at the wall, and closed his eyes and took a deep breath instead. Too much going wrong in one day. Too much that he had to fix, too many fronts he’d have to repair his reputation on if he didn’t want matters to slip even further out of his control, all while all medical wisdom stated that he should be resting and recovering instead. Not that any of this should have happened in the first place.

Owlman realised he’d dozed off again when Alfred said, “Owlman, sir,” in a way that implied that he was repeating himself at increased volume. Owlman’s hand darted to his belt before the lightning jolt of pain reminded him where he was.

“Alfred,” he affirmed through gritted teeth.

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” Alfred said drily as he stepped into view. He was holding a canteen, which he uncapped and passed to Owlman once he held his hand out for it. He supported the canteen as Owlman drank to keep him from spilling or dropping it. Once Owlman had finished, Alfred recapped the canteen and set it down nearby. “Let’s get you out of that armour and see what can be done for you, shall we?”

“Alfred,” Owlman protested.

“I’m not exacerbating any injuries you might have by transporting you before I know their extent,” Alfred snapped. “Are you going to make me fight you on this, or may I proceed?”

Owlman blinked petulantly at Alfred, then pointedly turned his gaze back to the ceiling.

“Thank you,” Alfred muttered, crouching beside him to start pulling his gauntlets off. “Waynes and their damned stubbornness.”

Owlman didn’t have the energy to admonish him.

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When the Day Met the Night

Part 2 of The End of All Things: Please read it first or this story won’t make sense!

Description: Dan successfully stopped Phil’s wedding, but what happens when Dan finds out that not everything is as Phil said it is? Where does their relationship go from there?

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December 28th, 2019 -11:15am

“I’m not going,” Phil cried. “We’re in love.”

Dan looked up from Phil’s shoulder where he had been sobbing, looking him in the eye for the first time all morning. Did he really just say he was skipping out on his own wedding? Dan sniffled.

“What?” he asked.

“Dan, I’m not going. Not after that. You just told me you love me, that was all I needed.” Phil drew him close to his body. Dan let tears run openly, in relief, in happiness, he couldn’t be sure. But Phil was with him and everything would be okay. He breathed him in, slowly, shuddering as he exhaled. Phil, in the meantime, was beaming, smile pulled tightly across his face. It calmed Dan enough to think again. To realize what this meant.

“Phil, what about Sarah? I mean, I know you’ve only known her a short while, but she’s such a lovely person, how will we-” Dan stopped mid-sentence when he noticed the shift in Phil’s face. It distinctly shifted to a sly grin.

“Trust me, Sarah won’t mind,” he said.

“She won’t mind? Phil, your wedding is today! Of course the bride is going to mind being stood up at the-”

“Dan, it was an act!” Dan’s heart dropped.

“An act?”

“Yeah, she’s an actress, a YouTuber, actually.” Phil went on, not noticing the change in the atmosphere. “I hired her to pretend we were getting married so that you would finally come around and realize your feelings for me.” He nearly laughed until he saw Dan turn away, ripping at that stupid bow tie that just would not come undone.

“Dan?”

“You lied to me, Phil.” Dan had thrown his tuxedo jacket haphazardly on his floor. “You fucking lied. I’ve been walking around like a zombie for weeks!”

“Dan, I-” Phil reached out for him but he tore his hand away.

“It hurt so fucking much, Phil. To see you marrying someone else,” he choked out. His breathing was erratic and his vision narrowed in the corners of his eyes. “Get out of my room.”

Phil had never, not once in seven years, been kicked out of Dan’s room. And the reason made him angry right back.

“Oh, I hurt you, so now I can’t be around you? Dan you hurt me, every single day, for ten years. Ever since 2009, I’ve been hurting, and still I let you in.”

“I didn’t do that on purpose!” Dan argued. “It’s not my damned fault I didn’t know I was attracted to men. It’s not my fault I didn’t accept that part of me until now. But you, you hurt me on purpose, to prove your freaking point! And you sat around watching it happen. You watched me suffer at your own hand, and you did nothing to stop it.” Dan was pacing the room intensely, shuffling things about without reason. Every object he set back down collided with a loud thud. “You know what? I said get out. Get out now!”

As Phil backed out the door, Dan slammed it behind him. Dan sank to the ground, and all Phil could hear from the other side was a loud crash and gentle sobbing.

December 28th, 2019 -3:30pm

Phil gently tapped his knuckles against Dan’s bedroom door. He hadn’t heard a sound from the room in two and a half hours, and he was genuinely worried. He twisted the door handle and found it unlocked, pushing it open hesitantly. He found Dan in bed, sound asleep. Dan had managed to get only his dress shirt off before collapsing on the bed, he slept with shoes and tuxedo pants still constraining him. He must have been so exhausted, Phil thought, so much had changed in an instant.

Quietly he approached him, hoping for some kind of sign that he was okay. He sat on the bed behind Dan, debating whether to wake him or to take his shoes off for him and let him rest. After a thoughtful moment, Phil resolutely rubbed Dan’s back, barely rolling him back and forth.

“Dan,” he whispered. “I need to talk to you.”

“Ugh,” Dan groaned. He looked up at Phil with a peaceful smile. And then he was awake, and he pulled away from his touch.

Phil backed off.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry, and you’re right, and I’m so sorry.” Dan ignored his apology.

“What would you have even done? If I hadn’t spilled my guts out to you in the form of a Panic! at the Disco song?”

“If you didn’t stop it by the time the priest said ‘forever hold their peace’ my plan was to run out and pretend like I had cold feet because it was so sudden. I mean, hardly anyone would be there to explain it to, anyway. And you were the only one-” Phil hesitated. “You were the only person who thought it was real.”

“Great, so now on top of that I’m also the laughing stock.”

“No one is laughing at you, Dan.” Phil curled his fingers through his own hair. “If anything I’d say I’m the laughing stock, having to fake an engagement and a wedding to get my best friend of ten years to admit he was in love with me.” He gave a weak smile.

“Yeah, that’s pretty pathetic,” Dan joked. He gave a half-hearted laugh. A moment passed by where Dan didn’t try so hard to keep his distance.

“Are we gonna be okay?” Phil asked.

“I think we’re going to be. After some time,” Dan said. “As I said, many things will change, but the way I feel will remain the same.” He was mocking himself for his newfound loyalty. A low chuckled escaped his throat and surprised them both. Phil ran his hand along Dan’s arm and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I’ll let you think things out if you need space,” Phil said, moving to leave.

“No, stay here.” Dan leaned in further and rested his head on Phil’s shoulder.

January 1st, 2020

“You know what I just realized?” Dan asked Phil, setting their ribenas down beside the laptop on the table.

“What?” Phil asked before taking a sip.

“I saw your journal, that day that you went out to the shop and I was alone. I read the journal, and it even said you were marrying Sarah!” Dan was laughing, they had reached a point where he could talk about it without getting upset.

“Yeah,” Phil started, an apologetic tone in his voice again. “I wrote that hoping you’d find it. I had to really act it out because I didn’t know what would be the tipping point that would convince you. I had to pretend like you were going to lose me, so I couldn’t tell you straight out that I liked you. But I also needed to give you a hint that you had a chance.” Phil nudged Dan with his elbow, nearly spilling the red drink on his white shirt. Dan just laughed again.

“So, we’re really sure about this? This is how and when we tell the fans? Right now?”

“Right now,” Phil said. They smiled a wicked, conspiring smile at one another.

“There is going to be so many people watching,” Dan said. “Last time we announced a joint live show, the fans went crazy wondering what it could be about.”

“Yeah, well this time some of them will be right.”

Dan hit the button on the YouNow website. They were streaming live in front of hundreds of thousands.

“Hey guys,” Phil said, arm in the air waving like in his videos.

“Hello,” Dan said, slightly awkwardly beside him. “So, this is going to be a really short one. And I’ll just say sorry in advance to any fans that miss it live.”

“But,” Phil continued. “We’re sure that everyone will get a chance to see it anyway because there should be plenty of you recording.”

Dan winked, giving the hint for people to turn on their recording software. “I mean, you bunch of stalkers!” He feigned annoyance, but smiled brightly, anticipation burning in his chest.

The two paused to read chat, just for a moment. The theories of what this will be about were already pouring in. Dan looked Phil in the eyes, not doing anything to hide his “Heart Eyes Howell” persona anymore.

“Now, Phil?” he asked.

“Now,” he said simply.

And with that, Phil wrapped his hand around the back of Dan’s neck, cradling it gently as he pulled him in for a kiss. They left the camera rolling, pointing directly at them, but ignored the computer as the chat exploded in a flurry of “I knew it!”s and “OMG”s. They focused on one another’s kiss, the way their lips tasted, and on the feeling in their chest that seemed to pull them even closer like gravity. With Dan’s hand on Phil’s face, rubbing a line from his jawline to ear and back, they relished in the thought that now, after today, they wouldn’t have to hide. From their fans or from each other, not anymore.

They broke their kiss and looked each other in the eye for just a moment longer before looking back to the camera. Dan laughed and smiled widely.

“Well, bye!” Dan said as he flipped the laptop screen closed.

“You cheeky bastard,” Phil said.

“You love it,” he replied.

“I really do.”

April, 2021

“I can’t believe it took us this long to finally go back to Japan!” Phil exclaimed as the plane descended.

“Yeah, I know, stupid us, right?” He joked, but his hand gripped the armrest tentatively. In all these years of travel, he still never got over his fear during take off and landing. Phil noticed his anxiety and laughed at him.

“What?” Dan asked. “It’s totally reasonable to be scared when you’re in a multi-hundred ton metal tube hurdling through the sky.” Phil just laughed again and took Dan’s hand in his own.

When they arrived at the hotel, Dan quickly began changing into lounge pants.

“Wait, Dan. Don’t get too comfy yet,” Phil said. Dan groaned.

“Why not?”

“Because I planned a date for us. You’ll want to look nice.”

“A date? Tonight?” he asked. “Phil we just got in and it’s been a long flight and I just want to scroll Tumblr and eat.”

“There will be food there, and Tumblr will be waiting when you get back,” Phil said. “I promise you won’t regret it.” Dan sighed and began to put on his nicest trousers instead.

They arrived at a little restaurant. It was totally empty, but fairy lights graced the entrance and glowed from the inside. A hostess waited at the front door. Behind the building, a garden of cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

“Phil, did you rent out the whole restaurant?”

“Yes,” he said. Dan laughed and Phil along with him. “What?! It’s special. I thought you’d like it!”

“I do, I swear.” He looked at Phil the same way he always does, as if all the stars could be found behind his eyes.

Inside the restaurant was a single table, graced with candles and cloth napkins. They sat as their waiter immediately brought out their first course. A pianist and violinist played a duet in the corner. Dan couldn’t help but laugh again, but this time with tears in the corners of his eyes.

“This is too much,” he said.

“No it’s not,” Phil replied.

Once they had finished their chocolate molten lava cakes, Phil smiled widely, with a mix of excitement and nerves in his eyes.

“Do you wanna go for a walk?” he asked.

Phil led Dan to the back exit of the restaurant and into the garden. The sun was setting behind the trees, a mix of purples and oranges streaking the sky providing a stunning background to the pink flowers. They arrived at what seemed to be the center of the garden, a beautiful fountain in front of them, and cherry blossoms in every direction. There, Phil stopped in his tracks. Turning Dan to face him and taking both of his hands.

“Dan, I never thought I could be happier than I was in the ten years we were friends, but I was wrong,” Phil began. “I have been exponentially happier still, in the sixteen months since you’ve been my boyfriend.”

Phil reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar velvet box. Dan’s eyes grew wide, finally understanding what this was all about. Phil bent down to one knee.

“I can’t imagine how much happier I would be if you’d be my husband, but I want to spend every day of the rest of my life trying to make you feel that way too.” Phil opened the box to show a thick silver band with black stones. “Daniel James Howell, will you marry me?” Dan’s smile grew even wider then as he shook his head rapidly up and down.

“Phil Lester!” He shouted, “Yes, you spork!” Phil smiled and his tongue peaked out between his teeth as he slid the ring on Dan’s finger. They embraced, and Dan took a closer at the ring on his left hand.

“Phil,” he chuckled. “Wasn’t this your ring from your fake wedding with Sarah?”

“Oh my god,” Phil said. “You saw it?!”

“You left it in the drawer with your journal, are you re-gifting me an engagement ring?” He asked light-heartedly, too happy to really care if that was the truth or not.

“No! It was always yours. I guess I forgot you’d be looking for the journal. It was always for you.”

“We weren’t even dating yet and you’d bought me an engagement ring!” He was curled over in laughter. “Wow, so desperate.” He nudged Phil’s chest with the back of his hand.

“Hey!” Phil said. “I went to extreme and pathetic measures to get you, I wasn’t about to do that if I wasn’t serious from the start!” Dan just smiled and leaned his head down on Phil’s shoulder.

“Well, I’m really glad you did,” he said, wrapping his arms around his new fiancé’s waist.

August, 2022

“With the powers vested in me, by the internet,” PJ said, winking at the audience in the pews and directly into the camera in the aisle, catching it all in high definition for future YouTube release. “I now pronounce you husband and husband.” PJ laughed at the phrase, but still choked up at the thought. “You may kiss.”

And they did. They kissed softly and sweetly, and with so much tenderness they hardly heard the thunderous applause. They backtracked through the aisle hand in hand, as their guests showered them with rice and purple confetti.

The couple entered an enormous reception hall draped with white chiffon and lavender uplighting, all their guests awaiting their arrival after the photo shoot.

“I’ll get you champagne,” Dan said, kissing the side of his head as Phil sat at the table facing the stage. The speeches came in a blur. PJ and Chris together, said “We knew it all along.” Louise wished them well. Cat raised her glass with tears in her eyes as she said, “take care of one another, because you both mean so much to me.” Phil’s mom, “I couldn’t have asked for a better son-in-law.”

Then Phil got on stage, to Dan’s surprise. He didn’t expect any speech from him.

“I’ll keep this short,” Phil began. “As many of you know, this is not my first wedding.” The audience was silent. “What? Still too soon, really?” Dan laughed out loud at that, giving Phil the space to continue. “A couple of years ago, Dan and I weren’t together, and I had this crazy stupid scheme to change that. And despite it being crazy stupid, it worked! As we were heading for my pretend wedding, which Dan truly believed was real, he stopped me and played the piano, and sang me a song to say goodbye.” Dan’s face grew bright red in embarrassment, he looked around to find everyone staring, so he waved with a tight smile.

“Today I’ve asked the original artist to play that song for our first dance, so please welcome, Brendon Urie from Panic! at the Disco!” Phil gestured to the side of the stage as Brendon Urie appeared and ran up to the microphone. The crowd was speechless.

“Hello everyone,” Brendon said as he took the microphone from Phil. Phil walked down across the dance floor and offered a hand to Dan. “This song is usually called The End of All Things, but tonight, for this performance only, we’re going to call it The Beginning of All Things.” He sat down at the piano and wasted no time striking the first few chords.

Dan took Phil’s hand as he played and was led to the dance floor.

“Whether near of far, I am always yours.”

Phil wrapped his right hand around Dan’s waist and guided Dan’s hand to his chest. They stepped in close, and side to side together.

“In these coming years, many things will change, but the way I feel will remain the same.”

Phil pushed Dan’s head gently until they were dancing cheek to cheek. Dan sniffled. “Are you crying?” Phil whispered. “No,” Dan answered. “Not quite.”

“We’re in love. Lay us down, we’re in love.” They continued their slow spinning, in their own little world, until the last chord finished out and they separated just enough to clap. Then they kissed again.

“Now, please welcome on stage, the rest of Panic! to finish out the evening,” Brendon said and the crowd erupted.

Dan led Phil to the cake table, subtly wiping his eyes. “Now, when do we get to cut this thing, because I am starving.”

“The entrees come first,” Phil said.

“Wow, so mature of you now Phil. But I want cake,” Dan insisted. The band played the beginning to another familiar song. It was upbeat and catchy.

“When the moon fell in love with the sun, all was golden in the sky. All was golden when the day met the night.”

The dance floor flooded with all their best friends and family, dancing in possibly the silliest looking ways. It was bouncy, and fun.

“So he said, ‘Would it be alright, if we just sat and talked for a little while, if in exchange for your time, I give you this smile?’“

Phil smiled at Dan, and Dan smiled back, understanding that in this case, Phil was the moon and he was the sun. And it was summer, and Phil would never leave him.

Thanks for all your support on part one and as well to anyone who reads this and enjoys it! Like this series so far? Then please continue on to Part 3, Northern Downpour!

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