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bjy-on-ao3 · 4 years

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Fic Friday: Needy, Part 2

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If you came to this fic looking for smut, this is where you’ll be getting it. Some teasing lead-up still, but it’s related well enough, so I hope y’all enjoy it! Kinda sorta little bits of feelings and fluff sprinkled in? Idk.

Part 1

Tags/Warnings Begging, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Oral Sex, PWP, Shameless Smut, Slight Fluff, Teasing, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex

Summary Reader’s jealousy over the attention Izaya gives to everyone else finally comes to a head one evening. They discover it hasn't exactly been a secret to the information broker.

Needy (F! Reader/Izaya Orihara)

Chapter 2. Feed the Beast

When Izaya returned, the daylight hours were winding to a close and the sun was sneaking beneath the horizon of the cityscape, painting the world in angry reds and golds. A fitting backdrop to the fiery emotions that had taken root in your chest. Stretched out on the couch with a book that was only remotely interesting in your lap, the sound of the door immediately drew your attention. When you looked up from the pages, he looked as unrushed and unconcerned as he always did.

“Do anything fun while I was out?” Izaya asked casually, brushing past the couch - hardly paying you mind more than his words - and moving to sit at his desk.

You snapped the book in your hand shut loudly and rose to put it back in the bookcase before you looked over to answer him. “Hm,” you paused as if you had much to consider when you’d done mostly nothing for the day, save for your brief trip into town, “just a walk around Ikebukuro. Checking out the usual chaos,” you said as you fitted the book into its slot. You stepped back toward the sofa and Izaya’s desk. “Didn’t see anything particularly intriguing. Things seem… quiet.”

“Looks can be deceiving, my dear,” Izaya chided, gesturing with a finger. You noticed he was facing you as he spoke, instead of surveying his computer monitor as usual lately. His demeanor shifted, his grin dipping slightly. “Something on your mind?” He asked. You weren’t sure if the concern in his tone was genuine.

“No, it’s nothing. Get back to your work,” you tried to convince him, as if your words and a dismissive wave of your hand would put an end to the line of thought. “I’m sure plenty of people are waiting to hear from you.” You hated the pettiness clawing at your breast when you spoke. Worse, it bled through in your tone.

“Oh, is that so?” Izaya appeared suddenly far more interested in you, eyes narrowing in a calculating manner and one eyebrow arching gracefully. “What’s that I hear in your voice, darling? It almost sounded like jealousy,” he prodded, and you only barely caught the excited undercurrent in his speech.

“You’re hearing things,” you denied flatly, though you cursed the way your nostrils flared and the sourness tainting your voice.

“Hm, I don’t know.” It was hard to miss the feigned uncertainty in Izaya’s voice as he got to his feet. It was always a case to be cautious when Izaya played dumb.

Coming to stand by the full-length windows, you refused to meet his eyes, answering your reflection in the glass, speech short and clipped. “Yes, I’m sure. Go on. Nothing’s wrong.”

When Izaya spoke again, he was at your side, hooking his thumb and forefinger beneath your jaw and coaxing you to turn your head and look at him. “You’re so cute when you try to lie to me,” he said in an amused hush.

Despite the way your heart stuttered in your chest, you remained firm in your denial. “I don’t have the slightest idea what you mean.”

There was not a single trace of malice or irritation on Izaya’s handsome face as you lied through your teeth to him. But something sharp and mischievous glittered back at you from his intent stare. “Do you think I haven’t noticed?”

Anger seethed white-hot in your stomach and you balled your hands into fists at your sides, remembering how much he had ignored you over the past days. How hints you thought blatantly obvious had been left by the wayside without so much as a word, while Izaya entrenched himself in his work. Or at least what excuses amounted to work, if what you had seen earlier that day was any sign. “Oh please, you’ve been too busy with everyone but me to notice anything,” you snapped.

His sly chuckle in response made your belly twist angrily once more. “I thought you knew me better than that, darling. I know just how needy you are.” He leaned in closer as he spoke, voice dripping amusement but taking on a breathy note. “How greedy you are for my attention.” His lips brushed yours as he spoke and your anger floundered and died, overcome by a fluttering, hopeful buzz.

His lips didn’t seal over yours like you so very much wanted them to, and it left you feeling electrified and tense. The breath in your throat felt like a solid lump and you didn’t dare let it go. Izaya coaxed you backward, one hand pushing lightly into your shoulder, steering you until the solid plane of the window met you. The hand on your shoulder slipped aside, splaying over the glass beside your head.

“Now, why don’t you tell me what’s gotten you so agitated? Tell me what you’ve missed so much.” His voice was hardly greater than a whisper, but your burning ears caught every steadily more playful word. “After all, you want my attention so badly for some reason, don’t you?”

The sultry hint in his voice in the last few words made it even more difficult to breathe than it had been already. Your blood burned like fire that infused your skin and bubbled your brain. “I…” you began, the lone word breathless and hesitant.

Far gone was the indignant ball of jealousy and anger that stood before Izaya only moments ago. Here he was, clinging to every little word and flicker of emotion as you had desired, only for the courage to answer him to flee at from same intense focus.

“Don’t bother acting shy,” Izaya warned you. “I’ll get it out of you one way or another.” His voice dropped huskily, and you shivered as the thumb on your jaw stroked gently over your skin to accompany his words.

“I’ve missed your touch,” you said, swallowing to clear your throat, the words coming out like a gasp.

“Oh?” The single syllable dripped with faux-shock. “Where? Here?” The hand on your jaw caressed the line of your neck lower and lower until it touched the exposed bits of your collarbone.

Your breath caught again with Izaya’s face still so close to yours, his half-lidded gaze surveying each tiny detail. Or rather, it was more the intensity nearly made you forget to breathe at all combined with his light touch. “What about here?” His wandering hand slid down, stopping at the hem of your shirt before sneaking beneath it and delicately caressing your torso up and down, stopping at the curve of your waist.

A small whimper left your lips and Izaya’s knowing grin split a little wider. But he hadn’t gotten what he was after yet, judging by the gleam in his eyes. “Not it? Why don’t you show me then?” He suggested, rubbing small circles on your waist.

Flushing at the thought, you looked away from his keen gaze and wet your lips apprehensively. Izaya finding enjoyment in flustering you was nothing new, but somehow what he asked seemed mortifying. He remained there, waiting patiently and showing no sign of letting you get away without demonstrating where you craved his touch.

Tentatively, you slid a hand to the waistband of your pants, pushing them and your panties down enough Izaya could see as you slipped your fingers between your legs. Your face felt hotter than the sun-baked sidewalk outside, and when you looked back into Izaya’s ruddy eyes, your body burned elsewhere. A wave of warmth surged between your thighs as you dipped your fingers into your folds, already slick and dripping into your underwear.

His gaze was ardent, attention engrossed in the motion of your hand and alight with excitement. “Mm, there? How obscene!” His tone wavered with pretended surprise, as if he were aghast at your lewd behavior. You had known Izaya long enough to know he loved to make a show of things though. Nor did you think he was even close to done. “And just how have you been wanting me to touch you? What have you been hoping I’d do to you?” His words tickled your ear, his cheek feeling cool as it pressed against yours.

“Izaya, please…” you begged, still embarrassed to carry on, even when your pussy was throbbing in time with your heart and coating your fingertips.

“No need to get embarrassed now,” he teased, encouraging you with a lazy lick to the shell of your ear. “Seems like you’ve had plenty of time to think about. I bet it’s been driving you crazy.”

“I…” you began again, bordering on the choice of dignity or desire.

He was right, and you both loved and hated it. It had been driving you mad in so many definitions of the word. Izaya was leaving you little choice but to admit it and indulge his ego. But if it was that or go back to being ignored, the choice had already made itself.

Choosing the heat between your legs and the thrum of anticipation flooding you, you shifted your pants and panties further down, working your finger up and down your slit, stopping at the top and rubbing gingerly. “Yes, it’s, aah, all I can think about lately,” you confessed, the sensation of your fingers on your clit accented by the touch of Izaya’s mouth on your jawline making you pause and whine.

A breathy hum acknowledged your confession. “I thought so.” He always sounded self-assured, even in heated moments. “Have you been thinking about it while you watched me work?” Izaya pressed, looking you in lust-clouded eyes. ”Or maybe when you were spying on me in Ikebukuro earlier? Don’t think I missed that,” he hissed deviously.

You shuddered and flushed, continuing to stroke yourself, only able to manage a nod of confirmation as another whimper rendered you wordless. “I know how desperately you’ve wanted me to have my way with you again.” You rubbed yourself more urgently in the wake of his words, adding another finger and pausing only to ease them both shallowly inside your cunt.

You didn’t bother to stop when you spoke again, moving your fingers in and out slowly, absorbed in touching yourself for Izaya now that you had begun. “So, w-what?” Your voice wavered and nearly cracked, hardly managing the venom you wanted, “Ignoring me was just another, aah, game?”

His hand on your waist fell smoothly, joining your hand inside your underwear and trailing a slender finger along your folds as you finger-fucked yourself. “Maybe I just wanted to see you admit how much you wanted me,” Izaya answered with a wider smirk, placing a quick ghost of a kiss on your slightly parted lips. “But it’s been so much fun watching you pout thinking I wasn’t paying any mind, wondering what you’d do next.”

You thought back on the morning through the distraction. How Izaya had so casually acted as if he hadn’t been listening, how he had pretended to pause and consider your words, and how he had let his fingers briefly linger on your shoulder. Had the entire thing and the days before been an act? Just how long had it been going on?

“I-Izaya, stop teasing me,” you groaned as he gave you another quick kiss before peppering your jaw and neck with pecks that were equally light and quick. His fingers moved to your clit, left alone in favor of crooking your fingers inside your cunt, rubbing over it agonizingly slowly.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asked, “Besides, you seem like you’re enjoying yourself,” he noted as you panted, thrusting your fingers into your heat more frantically as the combined touches pushed you higher. “Unless there’s something else you’ve been thinking about?”

It was getting harder and harder to think, let alone speak, and you cursed quietly, incoherently. “Don’t… don’t make me say it,” you argued.

“Mm, how else am I supposed to know?” He said coyly, acting as if he wasn’t able to read most people like an open book.

“F-fuck. Like how… you know… everything else,” you gasped, a touch of irritation rising among the meek tone. You bucked your hips, feeling the tension expanding, the point of no return so close it was nearly tangible.

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere. You’ll just have to tell me. Or maybe I should just go back to work?”

His hand stopped, and he grabbed your wrist, pulling your fingers away. You whined petulantly, reflexively trying to jerk your hand out of his grasp and return to what you had been doing. But Izaya’s grip held fast, and when you focused on his face, his expression was far too pleased, like the cat that ate the canary.

“N-no!” you protested quickly at his threat. You couldn’t take being set aside again for who knew how much longer, especially not after he riled you up so much. “Fuck, fine. I want you to…” you trailed off, watching Izaya nonchalantly lift the hand he had captured to his lips and pull your slick fingers into his mouth.

You watched transfixed, lips parted but speechless, as he sucked on the digits, the slippery, warm touch of his tongue rolling over them. When he had licked them clean of your essence, he dragged them from his mouth, eyeing you coolly, despite the hunger swirling in his gaze.

“C’mon, you can tell me.”

“Eat me out, Izaya,” you were struck from your stupor, the words bursting over your tongue and instantly giving you the sense you might spontaneously combust beneath his ardent gaze.

A grin with a hint of teeth dawned on Izaya’s face. It thrilled him it had taken less convincing than initially expected to make you admit something so dirty. “There you go. Was that so hard?” he teased, the undertone of desire that made his voice drop an octave very distracting. “All you had to do was ask.”

You let out a startled squeak when Izaya let go of your hand, picking you up off your feet. You swung your legs around his waist in panic, though you weren’t without support for long. Within a few feet, Izaya set you down on the hard surface of the edge of his desk. Disentangling your legs from his waist, he pushed you back until you rested on your elbows. He reached forward to drag your pants and underwear the rest of the way down and you did what you could to assist him, shimmying your hips and lifting them until you could kick the clothing away.

You jumped when Izaya’s touch traced over your stomach, just beneath the hem of your shirt, caressing the skin there lightly before drawing lines down toward your thighs. He kneaded the tender skin on either side; the muscles twitching reflexively under his fingers. “You seem a little tense,” he mused, leaning down and placing several open-mouthed kisses on your skin, following the same path as his hands. “Who knew you got so wound up without my attention?”

His fingers dug harder into your skin, the cool metal of his rings a pleasant contrast on your skin as he grabbed your thighs and spread your legs wider. He bent his head, the fringe of his hair blocking some of his face from sight, your thighs hiding even more of him. His tongue flickered out, starting at the bottom of your seam and barely breaching it before dragging slowly up.

You bucked into his mouth, a short gasp rolling off your tongue, the molten warmth in your gut swelling in answer. Releasing your thighs, he settled the fingers of one hand in a vee on either side of your lips, spreading your pussy open and admiring it. His tongue lolled out again, licking a more deliberate stripe up your folds and wriggling his tongue in a serpentine pattern over your clit. His free hand settled on your hip as you rolled them upward again, preventing you from squirming too much.

He continued, alternating between teasing your clit with light strokes of his tongue and sucking on it gently. His name flowed from your mouth in a breathless stream, punctuated by airy, obscene sounds. When he pulled away, you were trembling from the mounting pleasure, cunt clenching erratically around nothing and chest heaving, brought to the peak of pleasure but still not beyond. All over, your body was hot, tense, and tingling, and you yearned for the last little push.

“You must have missed me a lot. You’re so wet,” Izaya noted, pushing two fingers into your cunt and languidly pumping them in and out. “And you’re shaking. Are you that excited?” He asked gleefully.

At first, you just moaned, enjoying the new sensation, rocking your hips as much as you still could against it. “Yes, yes, Izaya,” you groaned, eyes squeezed shut, indulging in the feeling and the smooth, husky sound of his voice. “It feels so good… I’ve needed you so bad,” you admitted, crying out needily between your words.

“I can tell,” he said, sinking back down for a moment to lick and suck at your clit again while his fingers worked you slowly. “How do you want to cum, my dear? From my tongue or on my cock?” He offered when he paused again, delighting in the way your breathing hitched again.

You bit your lip, struggling to hold back the moans that poured from your lips so you could answer him. With the tight feeling in your gut growing tenser, it was no simple task. “Better decide quick,” Izaya teased again, “feels like you’re getting awfully close.”

Fighting the delicious feeling smoldering between your legs, you gave Izaya an answer, panting and unrestrained. “On your cock, Izaya. Fuck me, please. I need you,” you begged without shame, previous embarrassment and reluctance melting away in a flash of primal heat.

“You sound so sweet and desperate,” Izaya purred, moving from between your legs and standing back to undress. “I guess I can’t say no to that.”

You watched him strip off his shirt and his pants, taking a second yourself to pull your shirt and bra over your head and toss them onto the floor carelessly. When Izaya returned to you, his cock hanging stiff and eager between his legs, crowned by a bead of pre-cum, you expected him to fuck you on the desk. Instead, he picked you up again, helping you curl your legs around him and cupping your ass. To your surprise, he climbed the stairs easily with you held tightly and clinging to his shoulders.

Your cunt throbbed needily, reminding you of your desires, and your pulse pounded so loud it was all you could hear. Crossing the threshold into the dark bedroom, Izaya lay you across the sheets, tidied from the morning earlier. You scooted back, further up the sheets, until you were fully settled on the mattress. Izaya followed eagerly, though even in his eagerness, his motion was purposeful and confident.

When he reached you, he spread his lean frame along you, letting all of your skin press flush against his. You shivered again, goosebumps rising on your skin and you groaned. He nipped a path over your neck and collarbone, a few especially hard bites leaving small, angry patches of red behind.

Izaya hadn’t forgotten how close he’d brought you to cumming downstairs, nor had he forgotten your lustful pleas for him to fuck you. Slipping himself between your legs, he guided the head of his cock to your entrance, pushing forward. Slowly. Far too slowly for the intensity of your boiling blood and all the teasing he had put you through.

“Aah, Izaya… you’re going too slow. More, please,” you begged, giving your hips a short buck to try to take more of his length inside you.

Izaya moved both hands to your hips, holding them down and ruining your attempt to dictate his pace. “Easy, darling. I want to take my time,” he told you mischievously, though his voice betrayed that the slow slide of your cunt around his cock affected him as well. “You know they say patience is a virtue.” The words were low and quiet into your ear, accompanied by a hungry stroke of his tongue that turned into a bite.

You whimpered, still trying to grind your hips against his futilely. Unable to affect his pace from below, you wrapped your hands around him, trying to press him forward by his slim waist. “But maybe it’s one you don’t quite have,” he taunted, amused by your persistent attempts to bury his dick in you fully.

He continued to push forward, making sure you both felt every inch. You whimpered at the hot stretch of his cock, body buzzing with the sense of fullness as he sank deeper, your cunt throbbing. He mirrored your noises, his moans coming out softer, but deeper, between more of his lips skating over your skin. Now and then he pressed more passionate kisses to your lips, at one point tangling your tongue with his own.

“Mm, there,” he growled hotly when he was completely sheathed in your heat. He groaned and let his head loll forward, enjoying how your pussy hugged him close and tight, your arms reflecting its embrace. “You’re squeezing me so tight, how am I supposed to give you what you want?”

He lifted his hands away from your hips, unraveling your arms from around him. Gathering both your wrists in one hand, he pinned them above your head in the sheets. You were beyond sense, giving in to the hunger pervading your blood and the satisfaction of having Izaya’s full attention at last after being so sorely neglected. “Please, please, please,” you chanted, taking advantage of your newly free hips and bucking against Izaya’s.

Bracing himself on his free hand, Izaya withdrew slowly, not done tormenting you, despite how far drowned you were in your rapture. “There’s that wonderful desperation again,” he murmured, watching as your face twisted with pleasure as he sank back in, coaxing another soft whimper from your throat. “How’s it feel? Did you miss this, too?” He drew his hips back a bit quicker, driving them back until he was balls deep in your heat again, enjoying the fluttering of your cunt.

“Fuck… yes!” You cried out. “Your cock feels so good. I missed it. You. This. All of it,” your voice sank to a hush, thick and breathless, content and full as Izaya rocked into you.

“What a good girl,” he praised, catching your lips for another kiss and swallowing the moans that flowed over your tongue.

Your body tensed again, the familiar sensation of approaching orgasm dawning on you for the third time that evening. This time, your pleasure showed no signs of being taken away. In fact, Izaya responded more readily to the clench of your body around him and the increasing pitch in your smothered moans and the way your breathing picked up, heavy and short.

He broke the kiss, putting his lips to your ear again. “Don’t stop making those beautiful noises for me, darling. I can tell you’re almost there.”

As if the breathy rasp of his voice had been a trigger, the wave of your orgasm broke over you, shattering the taut spring in your gut and reducing you to a gasping, moaning mess, writhing deliciously beneath his body. You called his name amidst a string of gibberish and curses, arching your back and clenching your hands.

When he spoke again, Izaya was hard to make out through the orgasmic fog dampening your senses. “That face when you cum never gets boring.” More praise rolled off his tongue, and he thrust into you rougher, fighting the squeeze of your cunt as you rode out your orgasm. “What a mess you’ve made of me. Fuck,” he cursed.

Coated in sweat, his dark hair sticking to his forehead and brown eyes wild, he truly looked a beautiful mess, even to your muddled glance. His tempo grew less steady, coming quickly to his own end. “I hope you’re ready for what you’ve done to me,” he groaned before he came, stiffening against you.

Several more long, satisfying moans drifted into the room, overpowering your last few fading whimpers. His cum filled you, hot and thick, and he collapsed over you, catching his breath, thrusting shallowly a couple times more. He groaned, resting his head on your chest and letting go of your wrists. You both remained still for a few minutes, panting and exhausted, the room thick with the musky smell of sex.

Pulling out, he rolled off to the side, and you felt the slow, warm trickle of his cum on your thigh. You looked over, expecting that he wouldn’t stay in bed long. “I guess now you have to get back to work…” you mumbled, the disappointment in your voice poorly hidden.

To your surprise, Izaya didn’t make for his feet to leave the room and redress. He turned onto his side, grabbing you by the hip and pulling you toward him until his front was pressed to your back, hands folded over your chest. “I think I’ve got some time left.” he considered thoughtfully, his cool demeanor returning with his breath, the way his thumbs absently stroked your skin a sign of how relaxed he was. “Besides, I don’t think you’ve gotten enough me yet, am I right?”

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spideyspoods · 5 years

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Deception

Pairing: Peter Parker X F!Villain!Reader

A/N: Screw tumblr mobile for deleting my fic (again)!!!! You’ll probably notice that this seems similar to @marvelsswansong‘s series Kalopsia (would recommend) and I’m sorry about that, but it happened to be purely coincidental and we came to the conclusion that it was okay to post anyways, but I made sure to add a disclaimer anyways :)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Manipulation and a bit of angst. Far From Home spoilers!

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The class split up into their own groups, ready to explore everything Venice had to offer. Originally, Peter planned on sightseeing with Ned until he fell for Betty in what seemed like an instant. Unfortunately for Peter, he had no backup plan. He could either walk around aimlessly, pretending to be busy or muster enough courage to join Y/N L/N and her friends. It’s not like the latter was impossible, it was just complicated.

They’ve known each other since the very first day of high school and it seemed to be perfect. From the instant they talked, both of them knew that their friendship was there to last. She had stuck with him through the highs and lows; hell, she even knew about his biggest secret. Turns out hiding the fact that you’re some sort of superhero was hard to keep from your best friend.

So why was he nervous? Why did he feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest? He gripped onto the strap of his backpack hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Peter wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he might have a small crush on her. Sometimes, she would talk or act in a certain way to make it look like she felt the same way as he did. “Hey, Parker!” a melodic voice called out, taking him out of his racing thoughts. His eyes shot up to see the very same girl in the center of a few classmates waving in her direction, “Tell these idiots that I’m not the one who crashed into Flash’s car!” He laughed, inching his way closer towards the small crowd. He had remembered that day all too well. “Seems like I have a video that says otherwise.” Y/N stared him down, disappointed in him not covering for her while he shrugged.

The water trembled and began to form erratic waves that bashed against the wooden docks. Peter felt chills run down his spine and made eye contact with her, to which she understood. A second later, a geyser shot up to take the form of a man made of water. “Come on, let’s move!” Y/N pointed towards a closed in area, pushing people away from the scene. She waited for everyone to follow, before turning to see a green ray blast through the monster. Y/N smiled, shutting the doors.

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The class was dismissed, heading back to their small hotel rooms for the night. Y/N dried the ends of her hair while chatting with Ned and Peter. “I still don’t understand how you were so calm during that whole Mysterio thing.”

“Hidden talent. I’m just a calm person.” Y/N folded the towel, and looked to Peter who seemed to be somewhere else. “Earth to Parker, you doing okay?” “Hey, give him a break. He just fought a water demon, Y/N.” Peter shook his head, “Yeah, yeah I’m alright. I just can’t believe I’m one day into vacation and this happens.”

“Be proud of yourself, Parker. It was kind of cool,” Y/N trailed off, smirking. Peter’s cheeks flushed, while Ned watched the two of them with a knowing look. Y/N broke off the eye contact and coughed, “Well I need to get going before Mr. Harrington comes for me. See you later.”

Y/N turned around and turned the corner, still hearing Ned’s voice. “Dude she likes you!” While it was true, she couldn’t let her feelings get the best of her. The door to her room creaked open, Betty already sleeping peacefully. The phone in her pocket vibrated and she picked it up.

about to meet him. he ask any questions?

Y/N quickly typed a reply back, none. get him it’s almost showtime.

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The following day, everyone packed up and found a black charter bus waiting for them. Peter sighed, knowing the reason behind the sudden change. Y/N stopped next to him, looking for him to speak. “I think Nick Fury hijacked our vacation.” Her eyes bulged out of her head, practically whisper yelling. “Wait you met Fury? You better tell me everything, we have nine hours to kill.”

Y/N took the window seat while Peter sat right next to her. “Well I met Mysterio, apparently his name is actually Quentin.” She stifled a laugh which was met with a playful grin. “Sorry, but who names their kid Quentin?”

He continued to explain everything from the elementals to his new mission in Prague. “Also Fury gave me this gift. Well it’s actually from Tony, but he gave it to Fury who gave it to me-” he continued to ramble, before calming himself down. He pulled out a wooden glasses case and he opened it carefully. Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, realizing what it was. He slipped them on, hearing a computerized voice. “Hello, Peter. My name is EDITH which stands for ‘Even Dead, I’m the Hero. Tony liked his acronyms.”

“Yeah, he did.” his voice faint, sadness panged his face. Y/N looked away, focusing on the real task at hand. She would have to wait for the next pit stop, seeing as if EDITH could look right through her phone if it was on.

“Y/N remember. We’re in it for the long game.”

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Two hours later, they arrived to their rest stop. Everyone practically ran to the bathrooms, while Y/N turned to the left. She stood in a corner, frantically typing on her phone.

He has EDITH and explained everything.

Y/N pushed open the door, to reveal a small wooden room with a pool table. Her eyes darted to Peter with his pants down, in front of a tall European lady who stood still and intimidating. “Y/N! I promise, this isn’t what it looks like!” Her eyes welled with tears and it took everything in her to keep them from streaming. “Well it seems pretty clear from where I’m standing, Parker.” She turned right around, making sure that the door shut loudly. Y/N wiped the tears away, stomping back to the bus and into a seat as far away from him as possible. She didn’t know why she felt jealous or why she was this angry. Peter was her best friend, and they were in no means together on any term. Yet, it felt like it was an unspoken rule between them. Nothing seems to make sense anymore, she thought to herself. Her phone chimed one more time.

Perfect. Don’t let your feelings get in the way.

But it was too late.

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Y/N had iced Peter out completely. It was better this way, as she knew what would happen in a matter of days. He had tried so hard to talk to her, only for her to walk away or find someone else to talk to. Ned was too lovesick to offer any genuine advice while MJ could have cared less. He had nowhere else to turn to aside from his Aunt May. She wanted more than anything to see the two together ever since they had met, even going out of her way to drop hints to the two kids. His phone continued to ring, before being sent to voicemail. He had almost forgotten about time zones.

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They arrived to the empty opera house, a few minutes before curtain. His annoyed classmates found their seats, Peter scanning for Y/N in hopes to apologize. He stopped Ned at the door, “Hey where is she?”

“Oh she’s still not feeling well. You messed up big time.” Peter pinched the bridge of his nose, “I know, I was trying to apologize to her but-”

Parker, are you in position? Fury asked. “No.” Ned furrowed his brows as Peter muted his mic. “I gotta go.”

After a grueling fight with the fire elemental, Peter felt drained. Quentin’s eyes fluttered awake before slowly bringing himself to his feet. “Come on, kid. I need a drink.” He staggered to a bar, detaching his cape. “I’m underage!”

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“I can tell something’s distracting you, kid. What is it?” Peter sipped on what seemed to be his third lemonade of the night. “It’s just that I had this chance with this girl and I kind of blew it.”

“How so?” Quentin took another sip of his drink, resting a bruised arm on the wooden bar. “I’ve known her for a long time and while I was trying on this suit, she walked in and thought something else was happening. Even though it wasn’t, she wouldn��t listen to me!” He paused, lowering his head “I was going to ask her out tonight, too. She’s been ignoring me and that whole mission thing, it’s kind of a mess.”

“You’re right, you did blow it. Well what’s her name?” He chugged the amber liquid in his glass, waiting for him to speak. “Her name is Y/N.”

Quentin’s brows shot up and he drew back. He swore he could have felt his heart stop for a minute. Damn it. “I’m sorry to hear that, Peter. You’re a nice guy, and I think she’ll come around. Just give her some time.” He stated, hoping that he didn’t hear the shakiness in his voice. At that moment, a bartender handed Peter back the glasses which he didn’t even notice were gone.

“Those were just sitting on the ground?”

“Yeah, seems like it.”

“Well try them on!” Peter reluctantly put the glasses on his face, looking back with a little smile. He tried to gage an emotion from the man sitting across from him, but his face was unreadable. “Can I be honest?” Peter nodded. “They look a little dumb.” With a frown, he took them off and handed them to Quentin. “Try them on.”

“I can’t.”

“Try them!” He pushed them up on the bridge of his nose, raising one eyebrow. Peter began to see Tony in him; someone he could trust. “For the next Tony Stark, I trust you.” he muttered.

“What?”

He repeated the same thing, a bit more confident. “Maybe Mr. Stark gave them to me so I can choose who to give it to.”

“Peter, come on. Be serious.” Peter took back the glasses and tapped the side, “Hey, EDITH. Transfer all control to Quentin Beck.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m doing the right thing.”

Any transfer will require confirmation.

“Stark gave you the glasses!”

“Stark gave me a choice, it’s my choice to make and I’m going to make it. Look, you’re a soldier! You stopped the elementals, you saved my life, you saved the world! He’d want you to have them.”

Awaiting confirmation.

“Confirm.”

Knowing that the kid was already too stubborn, Quentin reluctantly took them into his hands. “Thank you, it’s an honor. Now go and enjoy your vacation.” With one last smile, Peter collected his things and went out the door.

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Y/N neatly folded her clothes back into her suitcase, zipping it up and setting it near the door. She huffed, just wanting to get this whole ordeal over with. The ornate hotel room filled with glimmering decorations and beautiful furniture felt empty, but she shook it off. She knew that she shouldn’t have gotten attached, everyone warned her but she did anyways. The silk curtains billowed in the wind and as Y/N went to close the window, she noticed two familiar figures with a projector piece. Peter and MJ. Shit.

Her phone chimed, a message coming from exactly who she thought it would be.

Got EDITH, meet me at the base. you and i have a lot to talk about.

Y/N bolted down the marble stairs and practically burst through the doors. She started to run, only seeing the faint light of the streetlamps. Minutes later, she heard someone call out her name. “Y/N!” Peter. He stopped her by holding her shoulders, making her face him. His brown eyes were filled with guilt and worry. “I’m so sorry, but you have to listen to me. Wait, I thought you were sick?” A part of her wanted to forgive him; to make everything go back to normal. Distancing herself seemed like the easiest way, but no one told her that it was the most painful way too.

“You’re right, I am sick” she snapped, wriggling out of his grasp. “Sick of you. I have to go.” Her words laced with venom unlike any other rang through his mind as she walked away without looking back.

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Y/N took a deep breath before opening the doors. She had walked in the midst of their test run. Cloaked drones hovered, playing out a sequence. Quentin had taken notice of her entrance, making them pause. “Sweetheart.”

“Dad,” a bitter tone to her voice, “what do you need this time?”

“I thought we were on the same page. What was the one thing I told you not to do?” He crossed his arms, mirroring his daughter’s movements.

“Let my feelings get in the way.”

“Now imagine hearing that your target is head over heels for your own daughter. Crazy, right?” He looked down to her, eye contact unwavering.

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore.” Her mind drifting to the fight not even moments ago. “He told me everything that happened between the both of you. You’re making this harder for all of us, Y/N. You know, you’re just like your mother. You both let your feelings get the best of you.”

“Sure that I didn’t get it from you?” She stepped past him, only for him to grip onto her forearm. “Y/N you have to understand, I didn’t want to hurt him. Now you’ve left me no choice.”

“What do you mean? We agreed to leave him out of this!” Her voice rising.

He let out a wry laugh, turning away just to look back at her. “Were you not going to tell me that he knew? A projector is missing and both know who has it.” Of course he knew, she never managed to get anything past him.

“Dad, please” she pleaded. Deep down, she felt like a fool. This would have been avoidable, after all. Quentin’s eyes softened, and he pulled her in for a hug. “You know that I only want what’s best for you, right? In fact, I’ve got a brilliant idea and I can’t do it without you.” Her father’s demeanor changed under a split second, and she never knew what was going on in his head. An illusion of his own, she would tell herself. It looked like he was so wrapped up in fooling others with disguises and holograms that he forgot who he truly was. Her father wasn’t always like this, it only started to show years back when he let jealousy dictate his every move.

“What are we making this time?”

“Something tailored for the kid. Maybe these emotions had a silver lining, you know everything that he’s terrified of, right?”

Y/N hated that she continued to fight for him, knowing how many lives he had thrown away, but early on she realized there was no other way out. Quentin’s assistants followed him into the lab to get started on Peter’s nightmare. Y/N lagged behind, looking to the surveillance of Peter finding the drone.

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Caught in Your Eyes (Part Seven)--Billy Hargrove

Masterlist for @rune-of-a-writer / @hellimagines

Original Request: “Hi. I love your work. I was wondering if you could do a billy imagine where the female reader is new to town and she’s a bad girl and billy instantly falls for her and tries to get with her. Thank you!!”

Summary: The aftermath of Saturday night hits, and you have two deep conversations. One of which leads to a not-so-bad ending.

Warnings: Violence, per usual, cursing, per usual, mentions of drug usage, and mentions of homophobia

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Word Count: 4,296

A/N: This note is gonna be long, but it’s IMPORTANT!! So, I’ve added this story (and my imagines) to wattpad under the same name as my imagines account. I was wondering if I should make this chapter the last one here, on tumblr, but continue to update it on Wattpad? It’s been getting progressively less notes (as series usually do on tumblr), but on Wattpad they typically thrive. Please, please let me know! Also, this chapter was difficult to write… so feedback on it would be great too. Thanks, I love you guys! (Also, if you couldn’t tell, I’ve been struggling with gifs. So have one of my FC’s for James and Vance -though they’re not as exact as I’d imagined-)

That following Monday, your group and the basketball team were the talk of Hawkins High. Word spread quickly of what had happened, but there were varying differations of the story. Some got it right- saying that Tim and the team had attacked James and Vance because of their sexualities. But others were far off from the truth. There was one about how Tim had tried to make-out with you behind the middle school, and Billy had seen, causing the fight to start (some kids tried saying that it was James who saw and started the fight, but that was quickly debunked when he walked into school with Vance). Some said that you had started the fight for fun because you were simply bored, no real meaning behind it. Some said that Chris started it because Tim was selling coke for too-high of a price (that was just dumb in your opinion, Chris didn’t do cocaine). But either way, everybody knew that your group and the basketball team went at it, and that Tim had tried to kill you. How that one got out, you had no idea. But the bruising around your neck was inevitable, and you had never owned a scarf in your life, so you had no way to hide it.

“This is ridiculous,” Chris growled after shouldering off another girl asking him what had happened, if he was okay, or if it had hurt to punch Michael Sandors as hard as he had. None of you were answering them, but from what you’ve heard, the basketball team had been entertaining everyone enough for both of your groups.

“Yeah,” you sighed, running a hand through your (h/c) hair, “but we just have to deal with it. Ignoring them is best,” you advised, leaning yourself beside James’ locker. He had been oddly quiet ever since that night, but you hadn’t expected much else. He’d be back to his normal self by the end of the week, you predicted. Vance was glowering beside him, subconsciously running his thumb over one of the cuts on his cheek. Neither of them had been in a fight before, and for their first fight to be centered around them, it had taken a toll.

“Hey,” Billy began, “at least now most of the school feels threatened by us. We don’t have to worry about them trying to start anything now,” he said, attempting to make the best of the situation, and Chris nodded in agreement.

“I don’t want people to be scared of me,” James scoffed, turning away from his locker to shoot Billy a glare. “I’m not like you guys. I actually enjoy people, I enjoy hanging out, partying, getting to know others. Fighting isn’t my first instinct, it’s not even an instinct. And to know that people are scared of me, hate me even, fucking sucks,” he growled. He slammed his locker shut, not even bothering to grab his books, before storming off down the hallway.

“I’ll go after him,” you said, kicking off of the locker. “I’ll see you guys at lunch,” you sighed, hoisting your bag over your shoulder and walking after James.

You managed to catch up with him quickly, and the two of you walked together silently, disregarding all the looks you recieved. Eventually, James led the two of you outside to the ‘smoke wall’, kicking a rock between the door so you wouldn’t be locked out. Thankfully there wasn’t any snow on the ground, so when the two of you sat next to each other you didn’t have to worry about your pants. You stayed quiet, looking at the side of his face and waiting for him to talk.

“I don’t mind being with him, ya know?” he began, referencing to Vance and turning his head so he could look at you as well. “I’m happy we’re finally together. I’ve had a crush on him since 7th grade. That’s 5 years of liking your best friend, (Y/N/N). So it has nothing to do with him. But it’s just… if this is how we’re gonna be treated… I don’t see the point. Risking your life for love? I get how it can seem romantic, but it’s terrifying. I don’t want to lose him. I don’t want to have to hide behind you, Billy and Chris for the rest of the year, or longer. I want to be able to hang out with him, and him alone, and not worry about having a bleeding face by the end of the night. Granted, we’ve got the school to leave us alone for now, but that also means we’ve secluded ourselves. I doubt we’ll ever be invited to a party again. Group projects? Forget about it. And what about not at school? When we go to Gunther’s or the movies and we have to deal with the rest of Hawkins? It’s so fucked up,” he confessed, his eyes beginning to tear up. His hands were gripping each other, his nails digging crescents into the edges of his hands.

“Hey,” you said softly, reaching your hand out to pry his hands apart, “you’re okay and Vance is okay. That’s what matters. I can’t even begin to understand what you’re going through, so I’m not going to act like I do. But, I do know that I’ll always be here for you. We’ve only known each other for about two months, but you’re one of the closest people in my life, James. People are assholes. Just like what I said to Chris after the fight, they’re scared of what they can’t understand. But it isn’t your fault, and it isn’t Vance’s. Don’t give up on him or yourself just because of that,” you pleaded with him, soothing out the marks on his hand with your thumb. James looked down at you, his brown eyes filled with sadness- for what seemed like the first time in a long while. James nodded slowly, closing his eyes and releasing a long breath. He opened his mouth, prepared to respond, but before he had the chance, the door you had just come out of slammed open, startling the both of you.

Billy came hurtling out, holding Tim Davenford by the back of his baby blue sweater. Neither of them noticed you or James at first, both too focused on the other. Billy tossed Tim towards the adjacent brick will that led to the gym, the taller boy letting out a laugh as his face collided with the rough stone. Tim’s lip was already split, and Billy’s eyebrow had a cut- this had started within the school. You pushed yourself to your feet quickly, James following you.

“You think you’re tough shit, don’t ‘cha, Hargrove?” Tim mocked, spitting blood at Billy’s feet. “Now that you’re no longer on your own, fucking all the whores in Hawkins and claiming to be the King, you think you can do anything. News flash, you’re still worthless,” Tim spat, shoving Billy’s bare shoulders. Billy didn’t respond, instead he swung his fist, hitting Tim under the jaw. Tim stumbled to the side, splaying his hands against the wall to keep himself upright. Before Tim could counter the attack, you decided to make yourself known.

“What the fuck is going on?” you yelled, stepping closer to the two boys. They both looked towards you, finally noticing you and James. Tim’s smile grew, blood smeared over his teeth, while Billy’s expression didn’t change- the anger in his eyes looked like an all-too-familiar gas fire, and you knew that it wasn’t going to be easy to put it out.

“Stay out of this, princess,” Billy growled, briefly flashing his eyes over to James. Seeing the damage from Saturday night on James’ face, and the bruising on your neck, seemed to only fuel the fire more.

“Yeah, princess, let the big boy’s handle this,” Tim snickered. Hearing the nickname leave his mouth only angered Billy even more, and he grabbed Tim by the shoulders, allowing him to shove his fist into his abdomen. Tim groaned in pain, wrapping his arms around his stomach, but he stayed standing, and his grin never faded. Tim took the chance to lift his leg and knee Billy in the thigh, their height difference causing him to miss his groin. Billy grunted in shock, now grabbing both of Tim’s shoulders and tossing the both of them to the ground, Billy on top.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you groaned, running your hands through your hair in distress. You knew better than to jump between the two- you’d end up getting hit by one of them; and if it was Billy, it’d only cause bigger problems. “Would you fucking quit it, Billy!” you shouted, and Billy paused. He was still on top of Tim, his fist raised in the air, ready to crash into the other boy’s face. Both of them were breathing hard, but Tim had a low chuckle mixed in. Billy lowered his hand, gripping the front of Tim’s sweater to pulling him up towards his own face.

“If you ever,” he seethed, “touch James or Vance again, I will not hesitate to smash your face in. And if you ever lay your hands on my girl, I’ll put you in the damn morgue,” he threatened before dropping Tim’s body, his head hitting the pavement with a disgusting thump. Your heart stopped at Billy’s threat, not because you were worried about Tim’s safety (you would do the same), but because of what Billy had said. His girl?

Billy stood, walking backwards carefully until he was away from Tim. You reached your arm out, hooking a finger into one of his belt loops and tugging him back to you and James. Tim stood up slowly, cracking his neck as he did. He ran his tongue along his teeth, collecting as much blood as could and spitting onto the pavement. Tim eyed the stance of the three of you: you and Billy standing in front of James with crossed arms, you with an arched eyebrow, and James peering over your shoulder with a smirk. Shaking his head with a laugh, Tim walked back into the school without acknowledging Billy’s threat, or saying anything else. Once the door hit the rock, all hell broke loose.

“What the actual fuck, you asshole?” you yelled, rearing on Billy with wild eyes. James stepped back, his own eyes wide with shock and amusement.

“The hell is your problem?” Billy shouted back, giving you an incredulous look, rapidly blinking away a drop of blood that was attempting to sneak into the corner of his eye from his eyebrow.

“You! I told you not to start anything after Saturday night! And yet here we are, Monday morning with you covered in fresh blood. Coach is going to kick both of you off of the team no doubt, and if your dad wasn’t pissed after Saturday, he sure as hell is gonna be now!” you yelled, waving your hand in the air, in no particular direction.

“Can I-” James began to interject.

“No!” you and Billy yelled at the same time, and his mouth shut, the sound of his teeth coming together audible for the three of you.

“You told me not to get caught starting anything. How the hell was I supposed to know that you two were having a love session out here?” Billy scoffed, rolling his eyes. A pitched sound of distaste left both you and James at the same time.

“We were not having a ‘love session’. In case you’ve forgotten, this whole ordeal is because James and Vance like each other. Or are you too focused on your fists to remember anything anymore? Do I need to start alerting the nursing homes of a new patient?” you questioned, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Plus, you totally just called her ‘your girl’. You guys weren’t gonna mention it, so I thought I would,” James added quickly before either of you could cut him off. The two of you fell silent, snapping your heads towards James with deadly eyes. “I’m just uh… gonna go to class,” he said pointing his thumbs to the door and quickly walking off to avoid your glares. Once he had left, you cautiously looked back to Billy. Letting out a shaky breath, Billy moved back so he could lean against the wall, finally meeting your gaze.

“He’s not wrong,” you said, shoving your hands into the pockets of your leather jacket as your anger began to cool over. “You did, ya know, call me your girl.”

“Yeah… yeah I did,” Billy admitted, leaning his head back. His blond curls squished out from behind his head, the static from the wall causing random hairs to stick up. “It just sort of slipped out. I was angry. He tried to kill you, (Y/N), and you’re unbothered by it. A guy wrapped his hands around your neck, and tried to choke you to death, and you don’t care. I don’t get it!” Billy huffed, looking down at you and picking his head back up.

“I’ve been through alot, Billy. This,” you pointed to your bruised neck, “is nothing new. It’s not a life I enjoy, it’s not something I brag about or wished for. But it’s what I’ve been stuck with, and it’s what I have to deal with. Crying about it, and allowing it to affect me, won’t get me anywhere. So I have to move past it seconds after it happens, and figure out how to do better next time. I shouldn’t have turned around to check on James and Vance. I forgot Fayre was with them, and that was my downfall. They were my weak spots, and Davenford knew it, and he took advantage of that. Next time, I have to stay entirely focused on the fight,” you explained, your eyes hard.

“No, there will be no next time,” Billy said sternly, walking towards you. “You’ve never talked about your life before Hawkins, except about your uncle. It’s almost as if you came out of that Mustang brand new to the world, fists bared. Whatever happened, you can talk to me about it. Nobody knows about my mom except for you and my dad. Not even Max knows. I trusted you enough to see me that morning. And I want you to know that you can trust me enough to see you without your fists, and your leather jacket, and your snarky remarks. Nobody really knows you, princess,” he confided quietly, his fingers twitching by his leg. Billy wanted nothing more than to reach up and push back your (h/c) hair, but he restrained himself. “Tell me what happened to you to make you like this.”

You stared back at him, your (e/c) eyes searching his blue eyes for any sign of a lie or form of deceit within them. When you saw none, you narrowed your eyes but nodded slowly. You moved to the wall, sliding down it and resting your back against the bricks. Billy followed, sitting beside you.

“I’ve never really talked about this, so I don’t know how this is going to go,” you warned, bringing your knees to your chest and loosely wrapping your arms around them. “I told you how I was always bouncing between my dad and my uncle because of the trouble I was getting into, right? Well, I wasn’t alone. It was always my best friend and I doing everything. His name was Jackson, but I usually called him Jax. I know, I know, it seems like I’m always drawn to guys. Don’t think I haven’t heard the rumors around here, but that’s beside the point,” you sighed, dismissing him when he began to open his mouth. “As I was saying. Him and I would get into petty crimes. Vandalism, assault charges, trespassing. Those things. But last year, he took things too far. He had really, really bad anger problems. I think it was called I.E.D or something? He would blow up really quick. It was horrible in middle school, but he’d gotten control of it by junior year. However, whenever he would get high or drunk, he would lose control. I knew about this, so naturally we agreed not to get intoxicated without each other,” you took a breath, resting your forehead on your knees.

“But last December, he went to some end-of-term after-party. I hadn’t gone because I wasn’t feeling too well. Usually he would’ve stayed behind, but he had a date and she wanted to go, so he went. I figured that since he was with someone, nothing bad would happen. I was wrong. Acid is popular where I’m from. You can get it almost anywhere, in any form, and if you know the right person, you can get it pretty cheap. That night, everyone was doing it. Jax doesn’t submit to peer pressure, he’s not that kind of guy. He’s a leader, he’s smart, and he knew his anger would act up. So I don’t know why he did it… I never got the chance to ask. But he did. I got a call, while I was at my uncle’s, right before I was heading to bed. My uncle wasn’t home, so I didn’t have to worry about him. It was the girl he had gone with, and she was bawling her eyes out. I couldn’t even understand what she was saying. She was saying random words, as though she was attempting to piece them together in a sentence, and her crying just made things worse. I hung up on her, knowing something had gone wrong and I went over to the party. When I got there, there was this huge crowd on the front lawn, no music or anything. Just the sound of people yelling, screaming, and shouting. I could hardly get through there was so much chaos. But when I got to the middle… it was even worse, Billy.”

“Jax and this guy Jayden were going at it. Nothing new, knowing teenagers. But they were both high, and Jax was so mad. They were both on the football team, so there wasn’t any size or power disadvantages, but that honestly only made things worse. There was so much blood. Nobody would tell me what was happening, they were all too focused on chanting ‘Jackson’ or ‘Jayden’, picking sides. Jax wasn’t letting up, he had Jayden’s arms pinned to the ground with his knees, and he was literally smashing his nose in. I knew I had to do something. He wasn’t going to get out of this one, at all. He was going to end up in a jail cell or a hospital bed either way, but I had to stop it. I had to. It was dumb, I know that. I knew that then, and I know it now. But I grabbed him from behind, holding his arms as tight as I could and pulled him away. It only made him more upset though. He started thrashing, and when he threw his head back, it hit me square in the forehead. I let go of him, and when I did that… fuck… he turned around and punched me in the face. He hesitated after, for a second. He knew it was me, but then he started punching me. Over and over. I was so shocked, and upset, and horrified that it took me a few moments to fully register what was going on. But when I did, it took everything in me to get him to stop. Everyone in the crowd had stopped chanting. They didn’t help, they didn’t step in, but it had grown deadly silent except for the two of us.”

“There was a glass beer bottle on the ground next to me. I could hardly reach it, but I managed, and I had to hit him over the head to get him to stop. The glass broke and it shattered over the both of us. He collapsed on top of me, and all I wanted to do was hold him. But I couldn’t, so I threw him off of me. It was like staring at a crime scene photo there was so much blood on him. Jayden was passed out too, and he didn’t look much better. When I got back to Jeremy’s, neither did I. The cops showed up almost right after. I ran so fast when I heard those sirens, that I have no idea what happened to him. I got in my car and left. Without Jax. When I got home, Jeremy was there. That was the first, and most likely the last, time he had ever shown actually concern for me. When I walked in, and he saw the blood and that I was crying… it was like he was a whole different person. I collapsed in front of the door, and he came over, and actually held me and talked to me, like I was his niece. It was all too much, and I ended up passing out. When I woke up, it was around noon the next day and the blood was gone- he cleaned me with a rag, don’t worry. But, I never heard from Jax. I still haven’t. We moved a week later, him and my dad both agreed it’d be best. I don’t know why, I never asked. I also don’t know why he’s gone back to being an asshole… it kind of sucks… but it’s what I have to deal with. All of it is. So… yeah, I guess,” you finished finally, lifting your head up and looking over at Billy. “Oh my god why the fuck are you crying.”

“Why aren’t you?” Billy yelled, his eyes wide and his voice hoarse. You rolled your eyes, unsure of what to do. “(Y/N), that’s traumatic. You can’t just brush that off. Watching your best friend beat someone up, and then getting beaten up by your best friend, is not a normal experience!”

“No offense, asshole, but neither is your home life,” you shot back, glaring at him. Billy glared back and you looked away from him, avoiding his teary, blue eyes.

“Yes, princess, I’m aware of that. I don’t think that you are,” he said, reaching over to grab your chin and bring your gaze back to him.

“I don’t want to be. It’s better to forget about it, to forget about him. It’s why I click with James. He’s the better version of Jax. More calm, happy and bright. Saturday brought back that December night, and I didn’t want to deal with it. Seeing you in that fight just now, brought it back. Whenever I fight, it pushes the memory back even farther. But when I see you, or James, or even Chris fighting, it brings it all back. I don’t know why… but it does, and I don’t like it. I don’t want you to end up like him. Not more than you already are,” you admitted, looking up at him. Billy didn’t take offense to the comment, he knew he had problems- problems very similar to your friend.

“I get that, princess. But I need you to understand something,” he said firmly, his tone changing. Your eyebrows furrowed momentarily, but you nodded, ready to listen. “Tim laid his hands on you, in an attempt to end your life. I almost lost you two days ago. Today would not be happening right now, had you not done what you did. Today I’d be in prison for murder. Today, James, Chris and Vance would be mourning your death, alone. Do you understand that? Your neck, is bruised in three different shades. I can’t even breathe on it without you wincing. You’re trying to brush it off, like you’ve brushed off Jackson, but I refuse to brush it off. I will not let someone hurt you like that again. I’m well aware you can stick up for yourself, I’ve seen it first hand, but you shouldn’t have to. Truthfully, none of us should,” Billy hesitated before continuing, his blue eyes dashing between yours. “I called you my girl for a reason. It wasn’t a mistake, or a lie. I meant it. I hate seeing you in pain, whether I can see the pain or not, it doesn’t matter. If I can prevent, I will,” he finished. Your heart stuttered at his words, unsure of how to react. Nobody’s ever said something like that before. Sure you’ve had flings before, but nothing as serious as this.

So you did the only thing you could think of. Tilting your head up, you allowed your lips to connect with his. Your eyes fluttered shut, Billy’s hand instantly moving from your chin to the side of your face, while his lips moved against yours. His lips were chapped, and you each had a wound on your lip of some kind, so it wasn’t exactly pleasurable. It caused the kiss to sting a little, his chapped lips rubbing against your scabbed one, while yours pressed against the corner of his swollen, fat lip. But you two made it work. Your hand moved to his bare bicep, keeping you balanced, as his other hand tangled itself into your messy hair. You pulled back slowly, the sting on your lips soon becoming too much, and the sound of your kiss breaking filled the silent alley.

“Does that mean you’re not mad anymore?” Billy questioned, tilting his head with a playful smirk. You chuckled softly, shaking your head at him.

“I’m still mad, but I forgive you. And, I will gladly be your girl,” you grinned, watching Billy’s eyes light up as he returned your giddy smile.

“What’d I tell ya? The Princess and The Asshole sound perfect.”

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The Summer (28/33)

The Summer (28/33) | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight | 300,000+ Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

This Part: 15,047 Words

For reference, @botanistlester is Dan, @snowbunnylester is Phil.

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Warnings: competitiveness, sexual innuendo, light angst

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Once Dan had left, Phil reluctantly got out of bed as well. He felt sluggish and heavy, but mostly just relieved that he and Dan seemed to be okay now. He knew things weren't perfect, but he was also beginning to realize that they never would be, which was okay. Phil didn't need perfect, he just needed Dan. Getting ready felt a bit like a chore when Phil just wanted to sit in bed all day and cuddle with Dan, but he managed it, yawning while he brushed his teeth after a shower, and pushing his hair back to try in a quiff because he really couldn't be bothered for the day. After pulling on a pair of jeans and an old, ratty t-shirt that Phil wasn't entirely sure was his, Phil wandered out of his cabin and was just about to head into Dan's cabin when said boy appeared in front of him, smiling and holding out his hand in offering to Phil. Phil smiled, ducked his head, and took Dan's offer to hold hands while they headed off to get a snack from the cafeteria. It had to be near lunch by now, or something.

One of Dan's favourite things in the entire world was seeing Phil with a quiff. He didn't think he would ever get used to it, the way that Phil's forehead was so beautifully framed, making him look like some sexy model god. He nearly dropped to his knees and thanked the lord right then as soon as he saw Phil walk out of his cabin with a quiff but decided against it only because he didn't want his boyfriend to think he was weird. So he simply grinned widely and held out his hand. Phil’s hand fit perfectly in his, just as it usually did, but now Dan couldn't help but feel extremely clingy. He wanted nothing more than to show Phil how much he loved him today, and he had a strange wanting to just cling to him whatever chance he got. "You look stunning," Dan told his boyfriend matter-of-factly, kissing him on the cheek. He was going to say more but his stomach growled loudly at that moment, making him roll his eyes and begin to tug Phil towards the cafeteria.

Phil wasn't used to styling his hair much. It was pretty simple to just push it sideways in his usual fringe, but he was suddenly happy that he'd quite lazily shoved his hair back today because Dan was complimenting him and it made Phi's heart quiver a bit. It was an overall nice feeling, even as Dan ruined it with his stomach growling, and Phil laughed at him for the sound. When they got to the cafe, it turned out the entire thing had just been turned into an all-day style buffet, rather than being split into mealtimes, since no one was following any guidelines or rules today. Phil really liked that, and was happy he and Dan could have a proper meal with the few other people who'd woken up so late. It was comfortable as well, and Phil was glad to have a little more time with just him and Dan before they met up with their friends again, wherever they were. Phil hooked his ankle around Dan's under the table, and swung their legs a bit just for the comfort of remaining close while they ate.

Dan was thankful for the entire buffet because he was so hungry that he was sure he could ravish an entire horse. It was nice that it was just he and Phil so they could cuddle and be as affectionate as they wanted without having to worry about friends, and he was basking in their closeness. It seemed as if he just wanted to be as close as possible then because he had absolutely no issues with Phil linking their ankles together, their thighs pressed together while Dan shoveled forkfuls of food into his mouth. He even leaned into Phil just because he could, settling in comfortingly to his side. Dan was practically glued to Phil, but they didn't seem to mind at all. It was a nice change from yesterday, when they were arguing and Dan could hardly stomach being around Phil. But Dan didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to think about how he'd thrown up in the bushes after their encounter, or how there was a void in his chest where his emotions should be. Right now, he could only focus on Phil. They were back together and Dan wouldn't let go this time. He was in this for the long run, no matter what. Dan took another bite of his food and nestled just that little bit closer to Phil. He wanted to be as close as he could get. He wanted to make sure he couldn't lose Phil again.

Dan was a warm, comforting presence against Phil's side, solid in the way that he leaned into Phil. They ate in silence, but the way they touched seemed to say it all. It was more than enough. It was everything. Phil ate slowly, while Dan ate fast, gobbling his food down like he couldn't get enough, and the sight of it was absolutely endearing to Phil. He smiled indulgently when his boyfriend got up for seconds, and welcomed him back by re-twining their ankles together as he ate as well. Despite having eaten so little yesterday, Phil wasn't able to stomach nearly as much brunch as Dan, but Dan still finished before Phil, collapsing with a sigh as Phil finished off his pancakes. If there was one thing Phil wasn't sure whether to miss or hate, it was camp pancakes. He laughed at Dan's long moan of pleasure and distaste as he complained next to Phil about being full, and shook his head. "Come on," he urged Dan after his final bite. "We have some very good friends to apologize too, and one final day at camp. Let's make the most of it."

The mention of their friends made Dan's insides turn inside out. He grimaced at how much he'd undoubtedly worried them after practically behaving like a maniac last night. He could hardly blame himself though, especially when he was feeling rather void of emotion. They had rights to be worried about him, so he owed them an explanation. Dan made a big deal about grumbling as he stood up, rubbing his hands over his stomach because he was just so fucking full that he felt bloated. "What do we even say to them?" Dan asked, grabbing Phil's hand as they began walking. They had no idea where their friends were, but Dan had a niggling feeling that he'd find them in the gaming room, as per every year on this day. "'I'm sorry we worried you, but Dan was being a major ass hat and wouldn't own up to his own dumb emotions'?"

Phil frowned, not liking the way that Dan put himself out like that. Phil was just as much at fault for yesterday as Dan, if not more so for making his boyfriend feel like Phil didn't trust in him at all. "That's not right, Dan. If anything, it should be 'Sorry we worried you, Phil doesn't know how to deal with his insecurities and made Dan feel like shit,' but we're not going there, alright?" Phil insisted, nudging Dan in the side with his elbow. "What use is there in us blaming each other, or trying to take more of the blame?" Phil shook his head again for good measure, and squeezed Dan's fingers in his. "No, we're just going to tell them that we're sorry, and that we were dealing with some problems, but that we're here now." Phil's words were easier said than done, however, as when they did find their friends, all four of them were staring at Dan and Phil with both worry and irritation on their features. It ended up being Phil who spoke up first, apologizing and hanging his head in shame, but promising them that everything was okay now, and that, well, they'd missed them. It didn't take much from Dan as well for the others to cave, shaking their heads and pushing the conversation away completely in favor of playing games. When they picked up Monopoly, it was reminiscent of the early weeks, before Phil had even thought he truly had a chance with Dan, and he laughed at the memory of Dan flipping the game board as he sat down next to Dan and whispered, "What's mine is yours, right?" teasingly.

Dan knew that Phil was right. Phil was always right when it came to these types of things. Dan was shit at handling sadness and emotions, so he allowed Phil to explain to their friends what had happened. He didn't say what had gone on between them, persay, but he did mention how they'd been going through a few things, that everything was fine now, that they were working through it. Dan was grateful that Phil was there, because his mouth had dried up, and his throat wouldn't form any words, no matter how pleadingly their friends were looking at him, begging for some sort of explanation. When they headed off to pick up a board game, Mariah stayed behind for a moment and linked their pinkies together. The act made Dan feel somewhat guilty. He wished that he'd gotten to spend more time with his best friends, but she understood, and he was thankful for that. Maybe he could even take a trip to see the twins this year, if his parents allowed it. "Are you doing okay, Dan?" Mariah whispered, her eyes searching his for some sort of semblance that he truly was not okay. Dan nodded, smiling slightly. "I'm alright. It's been rough but we're getting there. Just a misunderstanding so it's nothing we can't work through." He watched as Phil and Caleb got out the game of Monopoly, and smiled at how comfortable Phil was around them now. Back in the beginning, Phil had still been a bit awkward and unsure about himself, but now he was confident and sure of his movements. Dan couldn't help the pride from raising in his chest. "Thank you for being here for me," Dan continued, detaching from Mariah and going to walk over to where his friends were setting up the game. He chuckled and bumped his shoulder to Phil's at the teasing comment. "Anything for you, honey," Dan giggled. He hoped that maybe this time they would actually be able to play the game without Dan flipping shit.

Phil couldn't help thinking that Dan should not have agreed, because once the game started, he took advantage of Dan's words - at last in jest. In the early rounds, Phil called for a boyfriend tax, and constantly reached over to pinch bits of Dan’s money, but he always gave it back. It amused him when Dan let him get away with it, though, sometimes for three turns in a row before he returned the fifty, or the hundred that he'd stolen. Sometimes, Dan didn't even notice, and Phil paid for his boyfriend to buy a property, laughing when Dan went from "Fuck! I can't afford it!" to "Oh, thanks Phil," with a glimmer in his eye. Phil would always smile sweetly back at him, and once they game had progressed to buying houses for their property, Phil went around the board collecting money, only to land on Dan's and lean over for a kiss as "payment." They'd argue until Dan agreed that Phil didn't have to pay him, and then Phil would slot the money on over to him, smiling to himself all sweetly and resting his shoulder against Dan's. It was comforting, and fun, and everyone was teasing everyone, and it felt okay. It felt good. It felt like a proper end to their month long sentence at camp. Phil was suddenly going to miss these guys more than he'd realized.

The game had a new twist to it, and Dan couldn't exactly complain about it. How could he complain when his boyfriend was just so cute? He couldn't stop Phil whenever he stole his money, or when he gave Dan a kiss as payment. It made Dan's competitive side damper a little bit, leaving him a flustered and smitten mess. God, he was wrapped around Phil's finger, and he couldn't even bring himself to care. The others just laughed as they watched them interact. Kim often called them cheaters, and Caleb would roll his eyes and mimic Dan and Phil's actions with Clarice. It was basically couple against couple now, with Kim and Mariah teaming up until it was basically a clusterfuck of people ultimately 'cheating' to win. "We're never going to finish this fucking game at this rate," Dan laughed, shaking his head. Phil was cuddled against him, and his entire body felt warm, giddy with happiness of being able to have a good last day at camp. Finally. Caleb grinned at him and shrugged. "Who cares? It's more fun this way." Mariah snickered and added, "Especially if it keeps Dan from destroying the game." Dan glared at her, but he couldn't exactly argue with that. It was more fun this way, and he felt pleasantly at ease with Phil wrapped up in his arms.

Phil didn't bother to reply to the other's, just looking over the pieces on the board and watching as slowly but surely, all three unofficial "teams" became real teams, merging their property and money together, making the game three times harder than it had been before. Phil could see Clarice and Caleb had the least, though, as he went about stationing hotels on three of the properties he now shared with Dan. Dan cackled besides him, and Phil rolled his eyes at him, but it was fond, and he loved it. He loved seeing Dan like this, carefree and having fun. It was a good afternoon, and as Calrice and Caleb, and then Mariah and Kim, went bankrupt, Phil tried to pretend that it had all been Dan's doing - the mastermind behind the entire win. He laughed when Dan cheered so loud that he dislodged Phil from his side, and shared a conspiratorial smile with Mariah, who winked at Phil and rolled her eyes at Dan with a loud moan of distress and annoyance. "You only won because you cheated!" she complained, to everyone's laughter because they'd all cheated by the end.

"Suck my cock!" Dan shot back in response to Mariah. He was fully aware that he was gloating, proud that he'd finally won a game. Even if they'd all cheated in the end. He vaguely heard Phil mumble something about how he was the only one allowed to suck Dan's cock, but he ignored it in favour of sticking his tongue out at his friend, childish in the name of glory. Once they'd cleaned up and Dan had finished his victory dance, they decided to head over to the televisions so they could play a 'fair' game of Mario Kart. Dan didn't quite know why he was so competitive, but he knew Phil found it both endearing and annoying by the way he kept shoving Dan whenever he spouted out curses at their friends reprimanding him for his use of language. Dan just couldn't help it. Whenever he was playing games with someone else, he just wanted to crush them.

Sometimes Phil didn't know what was worse - Dan being a competitive little shit, or his fighting talk, because half the time his fighting talk was hyper sexual and inviting, and Phil was the only one allowed to do any of those things with his boyfriend. For the most part, though, Phil just found it all very amusing, especially when they sat down to play Mario Kart and Phil actually found himself wrecking Dan for once. He laughed as Dan shoved at him, sticking his tongue out, and rolled his eyes every time Dan burst out with something else sexual and a little rude. Mariah and Caleb were used to it, with Kim blushing but mostly comfortable around it as well. Clarice was the only one who blanched every time Dan said something even remotely sexual, though Phil couldn't blame her. There were a few times when Dan went a little too far, but Phil just nudged him roughly to get him back on the right track, and they moved on. By the time they'd finished clearing upwards of seventeen tracks, Dan had pulled out the lead, and everyone groaned at his gloating.

Dan let out an obnoxious holler as he finally pulled ahead of everybody, claiming his rightful crown to the winner throne. There were collective groans from the entire group, especially Mariah and Caleb, because they all knew what this meant. "In your faces!" Dan screeched. He leapt to a standing position and slammed his controller on the couch, doing a little dance. The dance was basically just him wiggling his hips and ass while his arms flailed wildly, making himself look like a dumbass, but he truly didn't care. He was overly proud of this moment and the entire world had to know. "You guys didn't know you were battling against the Mario Kart Master, did you?!" Dan exclaimed, smirking at his friends. Mariah had her face in her hands, and he didn't even feel guilty that Clarice and Kim looked utterly embarrassed. He couldn't tell what Phil was feeling, but he had a quirked brow, so Dan assumed he was amused.

Dan was an absolute dork, and Phil was entirely in love with him. He couldn't even bring himself to be upset that Dan had ended up beating him, not with the way Dan stood up in excitement and started to do a little dance. It was a ridiculous dance, something that embarrassed the rest of their friends, but a cute dance all in all. Dan's butt jiggled cutely in his jeans, and he just looked so happy that all Phil could do was stare up at him with a quirked brow, asking him silently if he was done yet. Dan smirked back at him, but finally stopped wriggling around, settling back down on the sofa next to Phil, who moved to wrap an arm around his waist but otherwise didn't say anything. "You guys are gross," Mariah complained, but it was affectionate as she came over and perched herself on Dan's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold herself there. "Jealous, Phil?" she asked, teasing. Honestly, Phil was a little bit, having not sat in Dan's lap himself ever, but he wasn't going to admit that or cause a stir when it wasn't that big a deal, so he just shrugged his shoulders and let Mariah and Dan do their thing, knowing as he always had that they cuddled often. It wasn't weird, Phil liked to cuddle as well, even with his friends. "Caleb, start it over. These two are distracted and I want to kick your ass," Phil said, laughing as Caleb rolled his eyes but did as he said. Phil pulled his arm away from Dan to grab his controller, sending his boyfriend a smile, and then he was leaving Dan to Mariah, because it was clear that she wanted some time with her best friend.

When Mariah first settled into Dan's lap, Dan was immediately afraid that Phil was going to be jealous. He stiffened slightly but wrapped his arms around his friend regardless, sending Phil an apologetic look. This used to be something that he and Mariah had done a lot back before he'd met Phil. They were always particularly cuddly, but it didn't mean a thing. He let out a sigh of relief when Phil said he wasn't jealous and turned his attention back on the game, leaving Dan and Mariah alone. Phil really was the best and most understanding boyfriend Dan could have found. He allowed himself to relax then, his hands wrapped around Mariah's stomach to keep her in place. She was short and Dan was tall so he could easily rest his chin on top of her head, which is what he did now. "Are you and Phil going to see each other outside of camp?" Mariah asked quietly when the group had all of their attention on the game and away from them. Dan nodded, his chin digging into Mariah's head. "Yeah. He lives in London with me so we were planning on going on a date sometime." Mariah was quiet for sometime. When she spoke, her voice was soft, tentative. "Are you going to tell your mum? About your... sexuality?" Dan thought for a moment, panicking a bit when the topic was brought up. In all honesty, the fact that he'd actually have to come out to his parents had completely escaped his mind. He licked his lips and cleared his throat. "Eventually," he said slowly. "I'd like to wait a bit so my mum can get used to him and allow us to have sleepovers and stuff. But I'll come out to them." He looked over at Phil and smiled, his arms wrapping tighter around Mariah's waist. "He's worth it."

Phil could just about make out the fact that Dan and Mariah were speaking, and it made him uncomfortable to think that he was eavesdropping, so he moved to settle himself on the floor where Caleb was crouching instead so he could give them their privacy without feeling like the jealous boyfriend he kind of sort of was. Maybe he could just... fix it later, when he had Dan alone, and sit in his lap as well. The thought made him smile, but he did his best to tune back into the game, laughing as Caleb took a blue shell and fell back to third place, with Phil zooming past him into first. It could be a dangerous position, but Phil wasn't letting up for the world. By the time three races had ended, Phil had taken the lead again, with Kim moaning beside him, and Caleb throwing his controller in frustration. "That's it! You and Dan deserve each other! Take your earnings and leave!" Caleb thrust empty hands at Phil, and Phil accepted his "prize" with a laugh, knocking shoulders with Caleb and glancing behind him to find Mariah had curled up against Dan, looking a bit sad. Phil's heart melted, and he smiled softly before turning away, deciding that yeah, Dan needed more time with his best friend. Phil could wait to have his attention back later. "Another round?" he asked, to a chorus of boo's, so Phil laughed and stood up, rooting through the other game collections before stopping on the newest Mario Party. He turned with a shit eating grin and asked, "So who wants to be Bowser and lose all their friends?"

Mariah was nestled in Dan's arms, her curly brown hair tickling his nose. He could tell that her eyes were glued to the television but he didn't say anything about it. "I'm glad you have Phil. You're good for each other," Mariah murmured. "Admittedly I was a bit jealous for a while, though. I felt like he'd stolen my best friend from me. But I don't think you can even compare Phil and I because we're on two opposite spectrums. It's just... it's hard, I guess. To be so far away from your best friend only to see somebody else take him away as soon as you finally see him." Dan frowned and nuzzled his nose into her hair. There was a pit of guilt in his stomach that wouldn't go away. He just wished he could make everybody happy. "I'm sorry," Dan whispered. "You'll always be my best friend. Phil is just so new and I feel like I can finally be myself around him. It's hard to ignore the dumb honeymoon stage, y'know?" Dan backed away slightly and turned so that he could look Mariah in the face, tilting her face up with his fingers. He grinned widely down at her. "But I'm going to try to see you before next summer. I'll talk mum into it in one way or another." Mariah giggled and leaned into him, shaking her head with amusement. "Always the people pleaser. But I'll hold you up on that, Howell."

Kim ended up playing Bowser, grinning manically and hiding the screen with her face pressed up close until they were all playing their mini games, and cackling every time she took the majority of their lives. It was a fun game despite the odds being stacked in Bowser's favor, and Phil was having so much fun he almost forgot to be vaguely jealous of his boyfriend and his best friend cuddling behind him. He reminded himself it was platonic and didn't feel that badly despite it all, and was even happy when he saw Dan and Mariah start to laugh together. It made him feel warm, and when all the mini games were said and done, with Kim as Boswer coming out on top, Phil turned to talk with her. "Are you excited about going home?" Kim half smiled, half grimaced. "I'm not excited about going home to my homophobic parents... but I'll be happy to see my girlfriend again," she admitted, the smile turning shy. "I'm so in love with her, Phil." Phil smiled, turning to glance at a still laughing Dan. "Yeah. Me too."

Dan and Mariah stayed cuddled together for the majority of the time while the rest finished playing Mario Kart before moving on to Mario Party. Mariah was so soft and small and Dan enjoyed it because he'd gotten used to having her cuddling up to him for three years and, hey, girls smell really good. They watched with small smiles as their friends played games, bashing each other until the games were finally finished and they had nothing else to do. Dan watched with mild curiosity as Phil turned to begin talking with Kim and he tried not to spy on them too much. Apparently, his jealous streak hadn't gone away, even if Kim was a lesbian. But how could Dan help himself when he'd been deprived of his boyfriend's love all of yesterday?

It wasn't long after that, that Kim and Phil started talking rather secretly about their partners with small smiles on their faces, giggling and nudging at each other as slightly more raunchy things came up, but they didn't go into detail. Mostly, they were just thinking fondly of the people they'd fallen in love with, and it was amazing. Phil ended up reaching over to hold Kim's hand for comfort, knowing this was harder on her than it was on Phil, who had Dan right there, and squeezed it when she seemed to get too emotional.

Finally, they all decided they were hungry and began piling out the door where they could stuff their faces with shitty camp dinner one last time. When Mariah jumped from his lap, Dan took his time stretching his limbs out, reaching his arms over his head and sighing dramatically. He stopped Phil before his boyfriend could leave the room, feeling a bit too needy at the moment. He watched in minor interest as the others went ahead and Phil turned to stare expectantly at him. Dan didn't really know what to say at first, biting his lip as his eyes raked over Phil's mouth. He could really go for a snog right then. "To proceed forth, you need to pay a toll," Dan told Phil bluntly, smirking as he crossed his arms over his chest.

It wasn't all that long before the rest of their group decided they were hungry, though, and that they could go for dinner just about then. Phil and Kim were the first to stand, with the others following more slowly, and Phil let go of Kim's hand the second Mariah jumped off of Dan's lap. Despite having enjoyed his time with his friend, he was itching to get back to holding onto Dan instead, so he waited by the door for Dan to join in him in following their friends out when Dan stepped in front of the doorway instead of walking out. Phil blinked slowly at him, trying to register his words, and ended up with a furrowed brow. "What kind of toll? Come on, Dan, I'm hungry," he complained, a little bit put out and scared that Dan was punishing him - for what, he didn't know, but he did know that he wanted to go and sit with Dan and be cute while they had their last dinner together.

Phil looked so put out that Dan almost laughed. He didn't though, not wanting to be rude. Instead, his smirk grew wider and he snickered, licking over his lips. He was blatantly checking Phil out, blocking his boyfriend from moving forward at all. He wasn't going to let Phil go without a price. Besides, he couldn't help that little niggling bit of jealousy gnawing at the back of his mind from watching Phil and Kim hold hands the entire time back there. Phil was his, and he wanted both of them to remember that. So with a giant smile and a glint in his eyes, he leaned forward a little until he was at the same height as Phil, a few inches away from his face. He could Feel Phil's breath on his lips, making him shiver. "A kissing toll!" Dan remarked. "Gotta give me a kiss before you can continue on your way!"

Phil shivered a bit as Dan started to smirk, leaning in at the same time and making their faces level so his breath fanned across Phil's lips. Phil breathed out on a surprised sigh, only to watch Dan shiver in response as well, and felt his heart beat harder in his chest. He'd never get over how amazing it felt to have Dan so close to his face, to have Dan close in general, and hoped he never got used to it. He wanted to feel this tingly sensation forever. Phil was just about to close his eyes and lean in for a kiss despite whatever Dan's "toll" was when Dan spoke up, sounded overly excited and extra trolly. Phil's half-lidded gaze turned into surprised eyes as he looked at Dan's excited face, and then he was grinning, long and slow. "Oh yeah?" he asked, laughing. "And what if I don't?"

Dan truly hadn't been expecting Phil's response, so he tapped his finger to his chin and pursed his lips. He hummed, long and drawn out. "Well, obviously you couldn't eat dinner with the others," Dan told him seriously. He backed away a little so that their faces weren't so close anymore. Hopefully Phil could feel the loss. "Then because you didn't pay the toll, you'd be trapped in this tiny room forever. Eventually you'll probably even die, considering you can't eat. All because you didn't want to pay the toll." Dan clicked his tongue, shaking his head and chuckling. "Plus, you'd be missing out on a Dan kiss, which is the absolute worst thing in the world."

Before Phil knew it, Dan was pulling away, and somehow, it felt like a tug on Phil's heart. He leaned forward to follow him instinctively, and then caught himself, shaking his head a little so he could pay attention to Dan - ridiculous Dan, who was talking about Phil starving to death and missing out on the best thing in the world, Dan's lips. Phil couldn't exactly disagree with him there, though, as Phil definitely agreed that it would be the worst thing to miss out on a Dan kiss. Still, he couldn't help teasing his boyfriend a bit more. "But normally, I get my Dan kisses for free. Are you bribing me with food?" he asked, grinning and tilting his head.

Dan was growing frustrated and flustered. He was really wanting to kiss Phil and Phil was denying him so well. How could Phil keep his lips to himself so easily when Dan was having so much trouble? He held in a whine and instead tried to focus on what Phil was saying. He licked his lips again, nibbling on the skin. Hopefully it looked stupidly sexy and not like he was trying to distract himself enough to come up with a witty response. "I'm most definitely bribing you with food," Dan said slowly. "My kisses may typically be free, but the food comes with a price." Dan waggled his eyebrows, finishing with a wink and puckered lips. "And that price just happens to be my lips! Now kiss me, Philip Lester. Else you whither away in this tiny room!"

Phil had to bite his own lips to stop himself from laughing when his denial of Dan caused his boyfriend to whine and pout, biting at his lips as he clearly attempted to think of a good enough response to get Phil to kiss him. The idea of Dan trying so hard just for a kiss tickled Phil's fancy, and he crossed his arms over his chest thoughtfully. "Hmm," he said, "Withering away might not be so bad, though, if your boyfriend is charging for kisses he'd normally give for free anyway. Nah, I think I'm fine right here," Phil decided with a shit eating grin, and managed to tear himself away from a pouting Dan who made a rather undignified noise behind Phil. Was that a foot stomping, as well? Phil stifled a laugh against his hand, and turned back around with a raised eyebrow at Dan. "Is that how the troll behaves when he doesn't get his way?" he asked. Dan's face was red and a little upset, reminding Phil of yesterday all over again, and his stomach fell, the teasing rolling away with sudden ease. Smile turning gentle, Phil took a step back forward until he was crowding into Dan's space. Slowly, his hands came to rest on his boyfriend's hips, and he tilted his head at him. "There are better ways of asking me for a kiss," he murmured, leaning in a little bit, until his breath fanned across Dan's lips all over again. "But I guess if the only price is a kiss... I could afford that," he said. Their lips touched then, just light enough to make Phil sigh, and he closed his eyes as he kissed Dan, revealing in the comfort of touching him again after this afternoon.

Dan couldn't believe it! His boyfriend was actually denying him of a kiss! Dan took every single good thing he said about Phil back, because his boyfriend was apparently a dick. Dan whined as Phil turned his back on him and stomped his foot a bit too hard. He didn't know why he was behaving like a two year old, but the rejection hurt just a bit more than it should. All Dan wanted was a kiss and he didn't know why Phil was taking so long. He almost just wanted to push Phil over and ravish him right then and there for making him wait. They hadn't had a good snog in a few days. Not since... Dan didn't want to think about that right then. Phil was turning back to look at him and his smile was so gentle when he was walking over his way. Phil's hands were then resting on Dan's hips, and Dan couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped him. Finally. "I think this is the best way to get a kiss," Dan disagreed, but he didn't get to add more because they were kissing then. It was so soft and warm that Dan's breath escaped from his lungs. His head felt cloudy and his eyes fell shut and he was gripping onto Phil's hips and breathing him in. Everything was so soft. Dan swore he fell a little bit more in love right then. All too soon, Phil was pulling away and Dan chased him with his lips. "The kissing troll says it's not enough!" Dan demanded, giggling. "The price is now two kisses!"

Phil couldn't do anything but laugh when Dan chased after his lips and demanded a second kiss, chuckling for all of a few seconds before their mouths touched again. At that point, Phil melted against Dan, licking into his mouth and really kissing him, unsure if he was trying to satisfy the troll, or just take what he wanted as their lips smacked against each other and their tongues slid together. It was always particularly wonderful to kiss Dan, and Phil didn't want to stop. Instead, his fingers creeped up the end of Dan's shirt and teased softly with the skin of his sides as he kissed him deep and hard, a proper snog after they'd struggled so much that morning. It was good. It felt a little like coming home, and tasted even better. Dan always tasted wonderful. Phil couldn't get enough of him, tilting his head further and pressing into Dan until he had Dan pushed against the far wall. The sensation of Dan running into anything made them both pull away for a moment, Dan giggling and Phil staring down at him fondly.

Finally, finally, Phil was kissing him. Really kissing him. Full-on, with tongues sliding against each other's and Phil's fingers playing with the skin of Dan's sides. Dan let out a noise of appreciation and tangled his fingers in Phil's hair, tugging him a bit closer. He wanted to be as close as he could get. Not kissing Phil the past day was really taking it's toll on him, and not in the way Phil was being tolled just now. Phil was licking into his mouth and Dan was sucking on Phil's bottom lip in turn, trying to taste Phil as best as he could with such a short time period together. He was already out of breath, going to show just how much they'd been away from each other. They must have gotten too into it because suddenly, Dan's back hit the wall and he let out a small whimper, pulling away as he did so. He giggled, embarrassed, and met Phil's fond eyes, feeling his heart melting in his chest. He really just wanted Phil to look at him like that all the time, wanted to be able to spend forever just kissing like this. But he knew they couldn't. Their friends were waiting for them. "I expect to finish this later?" Dan whispered, nuzzling his nose against Phil's cheek. "The kissing troll is satisfied for the moment but I assume he'll be needing more payment later."

Phil had known the moment would have to end. That didn't mean he had to be happy about it, however - and he wasn't, not really, but he accepted it as Dan told him the toll booth was satisfied for now. Phil could be satisfied for now as well, knowing that Dan had plans for later. It made Phil's body start to react, but he did his best to stomp down on it before it could become too much. Swallowing, Phil laughed lowly and pulled away from Dan. "The kissing troll can have all the payment in the world if he kisses like that," Phil agreed, laughing loudly when Dan snorted and smacked him. Phil let go of Dan, then, before he lost himself completely, and sorted out his clothing before straightening up and offering Dan his hand. "Come on, then. Let's go have dinner with our friends. And then I can have you for dessert later," he said, and laughed again as Dan shoved him.

Dan couldn't help but feel extremely thankful that he had Phil as a boyfriend. They seemed to know exactly what the other wanted and even the thought of seeing Phil later that night was making him feel giddy with happiness. Sure, they'd seen each other the entire past month, but he was excited anyways. They would finally have some well-deserved alone time, some time that wasn't sad or filled with tears. He was thinking about what it'd be like to hold Phil again, to kiss him into oblivion until they were both panting and filled with want. Dan's excitement was filling him and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself down. Now was not the time. Phil seemed to be having to same thoughts as Dan because he was suddenly proposing having Dan for dessert, and Dan had to shove him to make sure he didn't actually take him up on the offer right then and there. "Shut up! I swear to God, I will make you get me off right here if you don't watch that dirty mouth of yours," Dan said flatly. Before Phil could actually tell him that he'd be down for that, Dan was dragging him away and out the door where he saw his friends disappearing down.

Phil would have been happy to have Dan for dessert right that second if it weren't for the obvious way that Dan showed he didn't want that. Phil understood, which was probably for the best as he could have easily been hurt by Dan's lack of desire to have sex with him right then - the thing was, Phil knew it wasn't a lack of desire. The two of them had been ignoring their friends far too much recently, and it was their last day at camp. Their friends damn well deserved to spend some time with them. Phil followed Dan into the cafeteria easily, trailing after their friends and finding the room full, but not as full as it usually was. It seemed most people had decided to catch a vaguely late dinner. Phil didn't mind it as he and their friends went through the buffet line for dinner before sitting back down at their preferred table, which was miraculously empty. Phil sat next to Dan and Kim, mostly because he didn't want to leave his friend out anymore, but also because he couldn't not spend his last dinner right next to Dan where he could press along his side and feed him bits of food.

Dinner was just how Dan had imagined it would be. He and his two closest friends were sitting in a subdued silence for a bit, taking in the fact that they would be away from each other for yet another year. Dan didn't want to get sappy but it really fucking sucked not being able to see his friends as much as he wanted to. He wished they could go to the same school and hang out whenever they wanted to. That would make this friendship thing loads better. But sadly, that wasn't the case. Dan was just happy that he got to bring Phil along with him outside of camp, otherwise he may have thrown a tantrum like he had the last three years. Finally, they all relaxed enough to tease each other and Dan felt warm as he threw grapes at Caleb, Mariah snickering beside her brother. Phil was a warm presence by Dan's side and he couldn't help but be ever thankful for that. He never really did well when he had to leave the people he loved and cared about. "Last dinner, huh?" Dan asked quietly. The whole table went silent. He smiled softly and looked around. There were so many new faces, so many new memories. He sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve because he was a fucking sap and couldn't hold himself together. "I fucking love you all, and I better see you guys here again next year," Dan reprimanded the group. His voice was thick though, making the threat lose it's power.

The atmosphere at dinner was an odd one. It couldn't seem to decide between their usual giddy repertoire, or solemn with the fact that they would be going home soon. Phil hated it, and his laughter was extra exuberant because of it. That was, of course, until they hit a lull in the conversation that Dan filled with the thought on everyone's mind - this was their last dinner. Tomorrow morning, they'd be taking the bus back down to the drop off point to be picked up by their parents, and in some of their cases, they wouldn't physically see each other for another long while. When Dan choked up, Phil felt the tears sting his eyes too, and he reached over to grasp Dan's thigh in a hopefully reassuring grip. "Yeah. I'm going to need your numbers and your social media or I don't think I'll survive until next year," Phil complained, to which everyone laughed, getting a little wet behind the eyes as well. Phil grinned as Kim reached over to hold his hand, and squeezed her fingers in his. "Especially you. You have a girlfriend to introduce us too," Phil complained. The others laughed again as they all began to talk over each other about how they were going to keep in contact, teasing and insisting on weekly skype calls. Phil, meanwhile, watched Dan and how emotional he got. That was something Phil had definitely grown to love about Dan. He smiled at him, completely gone for him, before doing his best to join the conversation again.

Everyone was then passing out their phone numbers and doing their best to assure everyone that they were, in fact, going to keep in touch no matter what. Phil's hand was on Dan's thigh and Mariah was kicking her foot against his lightly in a nice game of footsies, and Dan was getting more and more emotional as the dinner went on. He wanted to just take all of his friends into a giant group hug and never let them go. The world could be cruel sometimes, having the most amazing people living so far away from him. He laughed wetly as Phil mentioned Kim's girlfriend. "We better go on a double date," Dan told her. Caleb piped in with a, "Make that a triple date!" The group laughed as Mariah then complained about how she would have to somehow find a boyfriend before then so they could have a quadruple date. Dan loved his friends so much, and his heart hurt just thinking about leaving them. As dinner came to a close, Dan was feeling rather somber, but everyone was as upbeat as ever, claiming that they were going to make the biggest campfire that night, one that would be unforgettable. Dan giggled as he followed after them to the fire pits, hesitating just a bit so he could clasp onto Phil, needing as much comfort as he could get. Mariah and Caleb were used to Dan being extra clingy on the last day of camp. Phil, however, was not. Dan just hoped his boyfriend didn't mind being smothered.

As dinner wound down, Phil couldn't help dreaming of the day they could all go on a quadruple date together. The idea of he and Dan staying together that long, of all six of them staying friends that long, was intoxicating to the boy who'd had so few friends in his life. He almost wasn't paying attention to anything else he was so deep in his daydream that it shocked him when Dan slipped his hand into Phil's, holding so tightly Phil thought something terrible was happening. When he blinked back into reality, however, he found that their friends were just headed off to the campfire's now, having declared, Phil vaguely remember hearing, that they were going to have the best damn campfire ever. Phil turned to Dan, smiling a little, and was about to ask if everything was okay when he saw the tears still glittering in Dan's eyes. Things were clearly not alright, not really, but as Dan clinged to him and pulled him after their friends, Phil thought he might have an idea of why. So he held Dan's fingers back just as tightly, and led them both out to the fire pits.

True to their word, they did have the best damned campfire they possibly could. It was much like the very first night of camp. They all sang dumb songs and danced around like idiots, the flames casting shadows on the trees so the darkness danced with them. This time though, Dan was allowed to dance with Phil. Hell, he danced with everyone. Mariah, Clarice, Caleb, Kim, and definitely Phil. He twirled Phil around until he couldn't help but laugh, his tears drying to be replaced with wide grins and clumsy footing as he tried not to make them both fall on the ground. Dan was enjoying his time, and he sure as hell didn't want it to end. So he soaked the moment up as much as he possibly could, singing louder, dancing until he was sweating, and he clung to Phil until he was sure his boyfriend was getting sick of him. By the time the night drew to a close, Dan wasn't tearing up anymore, but there was still a sadness deep in the pit of his stomach. He didn't want to leave but he knew there would always be more summers to look forward to. Dan had faith that their friendship would travel with them throughout the entire year.

It was the most fun that Phil had ever had. He'd never known a more joyous group of people than the friends he'd made a camp, and he never wanted it to end. He clung to every second of their final campfire, singing and dancing despite the fact that it usually terrified him to be so strange in public, and even allowed Dan to twirl him around the fire. Phil tripped a few times, but Dan never let him fall into the pit or burn himself, and Phil even rewarded him with a kiss by the end of it. It was cute, and sweet, and probably a bit too sappy, and their friends made sure to make fun of them, but Phil couldn't find it in himself to care. Instead, he just laughed and pulled away from Dan and enjoyed the fact that his boyfriend was so clingy. The pit of sadness in Phil's stomach was a constant nagging reminder that things were about to change for them again, but he held it at bay with the reminder that Dan was still going to be there. So were their friends, but Dan was the most important person on Phil's mind just then, because there had been far too many near misses this summer where Phil had truly been afraid that he might just be about to lose the love of his life. Love of his life. Yeah. Phil wasn't lying when he said he wanted to marry Dan. Some deep, deep part of him just knew. As their final camp fire came to an end, and as their friends grew tired, Phil realized that he didn't want to sleep. He bit his bottom lip and wondered if there was a way he could sneak away with Dan again, just to enjoy their last night together under the stars, maybe star gazing again like they had back in their first week. Phil smiled at the thought, and went around to hug all of their friends goodbye, twining his arms around them and hugging so hard they had to slap his back to let them go. Kim got the biggest hug of all, and when Phil was done, he pulled back to kiss her on the cheek, pushing her hair out of her eyes and smiling dumbly at her. "You're the best," he said, to which she giggled and smacked him on the arm. "You're so weird, Phil Lester," she said, but her voice was laced with affection. "And this isn't goodbye just yet, you know! We've still got breakfast, and a bus ride back down to the drop off point, and -" Phil shut her up by dragging her back into his arms once again. "I know, but no one wants to get all sappy in front of their parents. Just let me have this you dork," he teased and squeezed her until he couldn't squeeze her anymore. They all started heading back up to their cabins, then, talking in small voices while Dan and Phil stayed near the back, holding hands.

Dan watched with a faint smile as Phil crushed Kim in a hug and turned to have his own sappy time with his two friends as well. He knew they would still have tomorrow so he wasn't full-out crying yet, but he was feeling rather sad and they knew it. "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Caleb said softly as he and his sister wrapped Dan in a huge group hug. Dan nodded into where his face was smushed in their shoulders. "I'm just gonna miss you nerds a lot," Dan mumbled. They laughed in sync and rubbed his back. "We'll miss you too," Mariah said. "But there's always next summer," Caleb added. They both kissed his cheeks and then began to make their way back to the cabins while Dan migrated to Phil's side. He was happy that Phil had the same idea as he and seemed to want to spend a bit of extra time together tonight. Dan really didn't feel like retiring to bed just yet. He entwined their hands together and kissed Phil chastely on the lips. "I have to run back to the cabin real quick, but I'll meet you at the lake?" Dan asked. Phil looked at him quizzically as if wondering what the hell Dan needed, so he rolled his eyes and nudged Phil's hip with his own. "I just wanted to put some snacks in my bag in case we get the munchies. Nothing too serious." He then thought back to the condoms and the lube sitting in his bag and his cheeks turned a bright red at the thought. Hopefully Phil didn't notice.

Phil only got a few seconds of holding Dan's hand in his before the other male was saying he wanted to run back to his cabin for a bit. Phil frowned, a little put out by this and very confused, but let go of Dan's fingers obediently as his boyfriend turned and started to head off. Doing as Dan had said, Phil started the small trek down through the tree's and to the lake, where they'd spent a lot of time this summer. Phil knew already he was going to miss this place, but he could have a proper goodbye tonight. As soon as Phil hit the edge of the lake, he found a spot not too far off and under a tree to lay down, crossing his arms under his head and staring up at the night sky while he waited for Dan. The stars were beautiful tonight, and Phil had fun tracing out the patterns he still recognized, the constellations he'd grown to know back home but that were so much more visible out here away from civilization. He was lucky to see much of anything even with his telescope in the city, but for all that he'd missed this clear night sky, part of Phil missed the view from his own window. He sighed, smiling to himself as he realized that he could bring Dan over some time, show him the things Phil was most passionate about the way Dan had shown Phil his paintings. A giddy rush flew through Phil at the memory of the painting Dan had done of him, and he rolled on his side to giggle into his arm, shy and beyond happy that Dan had wanted to do anything like that for him. The sheer amount of love in that image was clear. Phil would treasure it forever.

Dan detached himself from his boyfriend and started to walk quickly back towards his cabin. He really had just wanted to grab some snacks but now that he had the image of the condoms in his mind, his imagination was going wild. This was the final night of their summer camp experience. They were going home tomorrow and who knew when they were going to be able to see each other next? And even if they did see each other, it didn't necessarily guarantee that they would be able to do risque stuff. And everybody knew how much of a horny boy Dan was. He walked into the cabin as quietly as he could until he came to his own bed. He rummaged through his backpack, ensuring that he had a few bags of crisps and waters, before his hands fell on the little packets of foil. Dan bit his lip. Hard. It was no secret that they'd talked about having sex before now. Hell, Phil had admitted many times to wanting to fuck Dan, and vice versa. At the time, they both weren't ready, but as Dan crouched in the dark with his fingers running over the condom packet, he was left to think. Was he ready? And did he want Phil like that? Did he want Phil to take his virginity? Dan shivered and he knew what the answer was as soon as he zipped his pack shut, leaving the condoms inside. There was no ensuring that Phil was ready, even if Dan might be, but he could come prepared just in case. He tried to shove those thoughts out of his mind as he made his way back over to the lake, their beloved destination that Dan had grown to become so familiar with. He smiled softly as he found Phil stargazing under a tree by the edge of the lake. Phil looked so beautiful lit up by the moonlight, skin white as snow. Dan plopped down next to him, his bag strewn to the floor. "I brought the goods," Dan told his boyfriend, his stomach a nervous wreck because he had fucking condoms and Phil didn't even know about it. "Got some crisps and water, just in case we get thirsty."

When Dan appeared beside him, Phil instantly turned to him, eyes bright and smile huge as he took in the way Dan looked under the moonlight. He'd never forget this, never forget how carefree and happy the other male looked, hair a little bit windswept and eyes bright as he smiled down at Phil. Laughing a little as Dan told him what he had in his bag, Phil sat up and went to drag it towards him to rummage through it now, but Dan caught it and dragged it towards him before Phil could. Arching one eyebrow at him, Phil tilted his head in question at him. "You okay, there? Thought those were snacks for both of us. Don't be selfish, Dan," he teased, glad when Dan's face lit up all bright and happy as he threw his head back and laughed. It made something soft and sweet curl in Phil's stomach, and the look on his face was surely fond when Dan turned back to him.

Dan's stomach did a flip when Phil went to grab the bag. He couldn't have Phil finding the condoms, not now! He was regretting his entire decision to bring them along with him and immediately found himself snatching the bag back, laughing a little bit too hysterically when Phil made a joke about him being selfish. He just couldn't have Phil finding out about his dark thoughts. What if Phil thought he was dumb? What if Phil wasn't ready? Dan didn't want to push him and bringing those condoms with him was probably a mistake. "Sorry, just don't want you to find the huge dildo I hid in my bag," Dan told his boyfriend sarcastically and threw Phil a smirk so he knew he was kidding. He rummaged through his own bag and pulled out two packages of crisps and two bottles of water, tossing one of each at Phil, who caught them both easily. Dan then zipped up the backpack and set it aside, instead leaning into Phil and melting into his warmth. "Finally some peace and quiet," Dan murmured. And just because he was a little shit, he opened the bag of crisps as loud as he possibly could and then chomped down on one just as loud, giggling as Phil scoffed at him and shoved him away.

Phil rolled his eyes, laughing and shoving at Dan when his boyfriend decided to be a complete dork and make as much noise as he possibly could just to combat his usual words, but gratefully picked up his own bag of crisps to sink his teeth into as well. He opened his up much more neatly and stuck one in his mouth to eat normally, all while giving Dan a side eye as he continued to eat his own bag rather nervously and quickly. Phil wondered about the wild look in his eye, but decided not to question it as he moved over to press his side up along Dan's, their shoulders touching. With his free hand, Phil reached for Dan's, resting over the top of his own the grass. He smiled at Dan and then moved to look up at the sky, eating his bag of crisps far slower than Dan. "I'm going to miss this place," he confided. "And the stars. They're so beautiful and clear, here," he said, letting Dan in on what he'd been contemplating earlier.

It was relaxing when Phil rested his hand on top of his, squeezing ever so lightly and making Dan's entire stomach light with fire and butterflies. Dan grinned at him and nodded in agreement at his comment. "It's definitely beautiful here. I'm going to miss the lake especially." Dan wiped his crispy hands on his shorts and leaned into Phil just a tiny bit more, moving his hand so it was facing palm up and he could actually hold Phil's hand properly. "At home I like to go on my roof and stare at the stars sometimes. It's not as beautiful as it is at camp, but it's the same sky so I like to reminisce while I'm up there." He smiled and turned his head to press a light kiss to Phil's cheek. "Maybe we can do that when we go home. Watch the stars on my roof. Maybe throw some meaningful spiel in there somewhere right before we begin to make out." Dan didn't know why he was in such a mood tonight. Maybe he was nervous and it was making him joke around more, but that was okay because his jokes made Phil laugh, the noise ringing through the trees and making Dan's heart pound in his chest.

The thing about Dan was that he could always make Phil laugh, no matter how he was feeling. It wasn't that Phil was down tonight, not at all, not when he had Dan back and there was no threat of them breaking up hanging over their heads anymore, but at the same time, he was kind of sad. It was difficult to feel anything other than happiness with Dan beside him, though, so he threw his boyfriend a delighted smile when the peals of laughter calmed down a bit, and nudged him with his shoulder. "You're an idiot," he complained, but he didn't mean it. He loved that Dan always seemed to want him, and knew that it wasn't always about that with them. Phil nodded his head, though. "Yeah. I could definitely go for spending some time on your roof, but only if you agree to come over and use my telescope sometime. It's hard to see through my window, but on a really good day, there are some really amazing constellations out there," he mused happily.

A loud giggle burst from Dan's throat as Phil called him an idiot. He knew his boyfriend didn't mean it, though. His voice was so warm and fond and it made Dan tingle all over. "I'm your idiot though," Dan sang. He hummed as Phil brought up the telescope and nodded enthusiastically, his nerves going down quite a bit. They were having a conversation, nothing more. Dan didn't have any reason to be nervous. This was Phil. "In all honesty, I would love that. Maybe, if we can manage, we could take your telescope to my roof sometime. Then we can be outside while watching the stars." Dan sighed happily and set down his bag of crisps. The bag was half full but he wasn't in the mood to eat anymore. Instead, he fell over so his head was in Phil's lap, that way he could stare at the stars and his boyfriend at the same time. "You're so gorgeous," Dan sighed dreamily.

Phil was still contemplating the logistics of carrying his telescope to the top of Dan's roof when his boyfriend fell over and put his head in Phil's lap, staring up at him and speaking all dreamily, like Phil was the best thing he'd ever seen and he was starstruck. The idea of that made Phil blush and laugh again, smacking Dan's arms and reaching down at the same time to drag his fingers through Dan's hair. "Oh, am I?" he teased, shaking his head. He couldn't keep the smile off of his face though, even as he pushed his crisps bag against the side of Dan's bag and picked up his water bottle for something to wash the salt away. "If I'm gorgeous, than you're out of this world," he shot back, giggling behind his hand when Dan gave him an incredulous look before bursting out into laughter of his own. Phil's eyes crinkled up in humor, and he had to lean back when he started laughing too hard. Dan followed him, burying his face into Phil's stomach, breath hot through Phil's shirt.

So maybe Dan had the cheesiest boyfriend in the entire universe, but he wouldn't change it for the whole god damned world. He loved Phil more than he could even express. He loved the way they were so comfortable with each other, how even though they were both new to this whole dating thing, they still tried to do whatever they could to make the other as happy as possible. Dan was so lucky and as he laughed aloud, burying his face into Phil's stomach, he could feel his entire face burning with happiness and love. God he loved Phil. He couldn't ever get over that fact. "I love you," Dan breathed into Phil's soft stomach, and then he nipped at the skin softly before pulling away and pushing himself up to a standing position. He stretched his arms over his head, groaning, before smirking down at Phil. "You want to go for a swim?" Dan asked. He was dying to make the best of their last moments at camp and if he wanted to take a swim at midnight under the stars, then Phil couldn't stop him.

"I love you too," Phil said, startled when Dan stood up rather suddenly after saying the words, and staring up at his boyfriend in confusion. Dan was stretching, arching his body in a way that made his shirt ride up. Phil smiled at the sight. He'd always loved Dan's stomach, and he was just about to reach out and touch it, maybe tease him by pressing wet, silly kisses to it, when Dan asked if he wanted to go swimming. Phil's expression only grew in confusion, and he glanced down at his clothes, and then back up at Dan's. "You want to go swimming," he asked, deadpan. "At midnight, when we don't even have our swim clothes?" he asked, arching a brow up at Dan. "Unless you plan on going skinny dipping, I'm not sure how that's going to work out," he said, reaching for his bag of crisps again and shoving a bunch into his mouth.

Dan crossed his arms and stared down at his boyfriend stubbornly. He cocked an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?" Dan asked sarcastically. He rolled his eyes when Phil grabbed the bag of crisps and started to eat them. Phil obviously had zero faith in Dan's swimming abilities. But Dan wanted to swim damn it! He tsked and shook his head. "Must you doubt me, love?" Dan sighed dramatically. "Besides, skinny dipping could be fun! It's not like we haven't seen each other naked before." To prove his point, Dan shrugged off his shirt and threw it to the ground. Phil squeaked as Dan started to unbutton his pants. "What? You've literally had your tongue up my ass only days before, it's not time to start getting shy now," Dan joked just as he shoved his trousers and pants off, leaving him stark naked in the middle of the clearing. He felt horribly exposed and he was feeling a bit self conscious that Phil was judging him. But really, they'd done worse things so there was no need for him to worry. "Well?" Dan asked, lips cocked in a smirk. "Are you going to join me?"

Phil found himself rolling his eyes as Dan sighed dramatically, not bothering with his over dramatic boyfriend right up until the moment he started stripping off his clothes. At that point, Phil very nearly upended his bag of crisps as he squeaked, Dan moving to start undoing his jeans as well. "Dan!" he complained in a loud whisper-hiss, glancing around the area they were sat at as if expecting someone else to be around and see them. It wouldn't be the first time they'd been caught in this kind of situation, only there was nothing to hide behind now and Dan was just stripping naked like it was no big deal. Phil groaned as Dan started to tease him, pointing out the fact that they'd done much worse, and pushed his face into his hands to hide his blush. Yeah, he'd done a lot of things for Dan, and in quite public places as well, but at least in Dan's bed they could have hid under the covers. Out here, they were completely exposed to not only people, but the elements, and... well, Phil was a bit embarrassed, that was all. The next time Dan spoke, Phil looked up only to find his boyfriend completely naked, eyes practically daring Phil to do the same. Dan looked good like that, skin shimmering under the moonlight, and Phil was distracted for all of a minute by the sight of him. When he looked into Dan's eyes again, there was a hint of insecurity there that forced Phil to get up off his ass and start stripping off his clothing as well. "I hate you," he complained as he undid the button and zip on his jeans, blushing furiously as he shimmied out of his clothes. "I hate you so much, Dan Howell," he said again, bending over to get his legs out of his shorts and boxers, and then shivering as the cold night air finally seemed to hit him. "I can't believe we're doing this," he said. Dan's only response was to grin.

It satisfied Dan more than it should have to finally have Phil standing and stripping right in front of him. There was a joke on the tip of his tongue about succumbing to peer pressure but he bit it back just in case Phil changed his mind because of it. Dan wouldn't let anything ruin this moment for him. "You love me," Dan argued, but he was grinning so large that his cheeks hurt, and his hands were itching to just reach out and touch Phil. He tried to restrain himself a bit though because he was initially trying to have an innocent swim and he didn't want Phil to think he only wanted sex. He ended up giggling as he pecked Phil quickly on the lips before grabbing his hands and pulling him towards the lake. "Now hurry up and quit grumbling before someone sees us!" This was a new experience for Dan, and he was excited to try it with Phil. Sure he'd swam in the lake at midnight before, but never had he done it completely naked before. His body felt unrestricted and free, sensitive to the slightest touch of breeze blowing over his body. When they finally submerged in the water, goosebumps attacked Dan's flesh and he shivered, allowing the water of the lake to swallow him whole. He turned to Phil and smiled widely. "See? This isn't so bad," Dan said softly. They were waist deep in the water so nobody could tell they were naked, fingers intertwined, and Dan's heart was pounding in his chest.

It was like a whirlwind when Dan grabbed Phil's hands and started to tow him to the water they were moving so fast. Phil's entire body was extra sensitive to the wind rushing against him, and he almost wanted to reach down and cover himself up, but it was like free falling to follow Dan down and into the water of the lake, crashing through and making a loud splash as their bodies were submerged. It was exhilarating, entirely foreign and new to Phil, who could do nothing but laugh even as the cold water struck him and really made him start to shake and shiver. Dan was holding him, though, Dan was there. Dan's fingers were twined with his, and they were waist deep in the water once Phil had enough control over himself to actually look around, their feet still hitting the bottom. Phil's smile was huge from the adrenaline rush of doing something so absolutely ridiculous, and despite Dan's soft tone, Phil felt like teasing. So, without thinking, he drew his arm back under water, and launched it at Dan's face, laughing as he squealed and cursed at Phil. Before Dan could get him back, Phil was swimming away, feeling strangely free to be alone and naked like this with Dan.

The moment had been soft, all up until Phil was suddenly launching water in Dan's face and ruining everything. "You ass!" Dan screeched, trying to splash back. Before he could, Phil was swimming away as fast as possible and Dan was left a spluttering mess as he tried to get the water out of his face while still attempting to chase after his boyfriend. "Get back here you little fucker!" Dan roared. He splashed through the water none-too-gently, trudging after Phil, and Phil's laughter was ringing loudly through the trees. When he finally caught up to him, he grabbed Phil's shoulders and pushed him under the water with his hands, giggling when Phil submerged once more with a soggy fringe and a pouting face. Despite them both being naked, it wasn't awkward. Dan felt completely free and comfortable with Phil, more than he ever had been before. He wanted to just bring Phil into a sweet kiss, but they were both feeling particularly teasing, so Dan just decided to play instead. "Tag, you're it!" Dan squealed as he slapped Phil on the arm and then swam away as fast as he could. He felt like a literal child and it was exhilarating. He was going to remember this moment for the rest of his life. The way his body was unconfined, how his laughter was ripped from his chest, and especially the way Phil's entire face lit up under the glow of the moon.

It was absolutely ridiculous. They were absolutely ridiculous. They were like two children playing in the water, completely free of inhibitions as they chased each other around the lake, dunking each other when they managed to catch up, and swimming away before the other one could get them back. Phil was breathless with laughter, with the way it looked to see Dan all wet and shining under the moonlight, and their laughter echoed through the tree's in a way that made Phil think it was going to give them away. No one came looking, though. They were completely alone, going pruney in the water as they laughed and splashed and played, Dan catching Phil's foot on more than one occasion and trying to pull him close only for Phil to start kicking, splashing water in his face until he was forced to let go. It didn't count as "tag" unless you dunked the other person, either, apparently, as Dan shouted at Phil who'd just managed to grab Dan's arm but hadn't managed to dunk him. Phil couldn't even manage a pout in reaction, merely dunking under water and trying to swim as fast as he could to catch up to Dan. Dan seemed to lose track of him this way, which Phil used to his advantage, and twisted his body under Dan's treading legs, only to launch himself up in front of Dan and drag him into his arms before dunking them both, laughing silently with his cheeks all puffed out and air bubbles escaping as he tried not to breathe. Dan was kicking and squirming against him, but Phil didn't care. He could see nearly everything, despite being half blind, could see all of Dan's perfectly beautiful tanned skin under the water, and before he knew it, he was drawing Dan close. They were both kicking to get back up to the surface now, but there was something peaceful about being under the water like this, so before the moment could be lost, Phil let go of Dan to tangle his fingers into his hair instead, and dragged their mouths together. Kissing under water was... strange, as it turned out. It felt cold, and a little unnatural, and Phil was too afraid to swallow water and die to force Dan's mouth open under his, but he still liked it, on some strange level, because it was new and exhilarating, and Phil could feel all of Dan's naked body pressed up against him.

While most people would assume that skinny dipping was supposed to be sexy, Dan could digress. Sure, maybe he had a great appreciation for his boyfriend's naked body and the way it pressed all up against him, but the way they were joking around was the least sexy thing Dan's ever done. It was nice. He liked playing with Phil like this, liked giggling and being completely stupid without a care in the world. Hell, he even enjoyed when Phil dragged him under the water and gave him a great big kiss under the surface. But then again, Dan would probably like anything if it were to do with Phil. He could feel Phil's body pressed against his, all the way from their lips to their chests to Phil's beautiful naked hips. It was sweet, it was everything Dan could have ever wanted, and it was even slightly erotic. When their lungs threatened to give out, they finally resurfaced, and Dan took in a large gulp of air before he was launching himself back at Phil and attaching their lips - properly, this time. Kissing Phil was even better when they didn't have to worry about water getting in their mouths, and even though their lips were cold and wet, Dan was opening his mouth and letting his tongue swipe along Phil's bottom lip. It was all Phil needed from him to accept the invitation, opening his mouth and allowing their tongues to entwine, tasting each other, and Dan could hardly breathe again because Phil just took his fucking breath away.

As soon as the two broke the surface of the water, they were yanking their mouths apart in order to inhale deeply, gasping a little from the exertion of messing around and being dragged so far under water, not to mention the way they'd had to struggle to kick back up to the surface all while Phil kissed Dan. It was good, though, something Phil would not forget, and he laughed when Dan launched himself back at Phil the second that they'd caught their breath. He made a small mewling noise in reaction to Dan swiping at his bottom lip with his tongue, and then he opened up to his boyfriend, reaching under the water to steady himself with his palms against Dan's hips. It was nice, being like this. A perfect end to a perfect summer, even if said summer wasn't actually just quite over. Phil had another month back home with Dan, hopefully with Dan, before they had to go back to school, but who was counting? All Phil really wanted was to soak up every last second with Dan. He laughed when they pulled their mouths apart again to breathe, and leaned in to nuzzle at Dan's nose. Dan's skin was beginning to get a little warm, as was Phil's, with arousal, and Phil knew where this was headed. But not yet. He didn't want to go and mess around just yet. He wanted a little more time to just... be. Taking Dan's hands in his, Phil started to kick backwards towards the shore, smiling softly at his boyfriend and hoping he'd go along with what Phil wanted. "Come with me. Wanna lie under the stars with you for a little bit."

While kissing Phil was extremely pleasant, Dan may have to admit that it was a bit too pleasant. Even despite the cold water lapping at his skin, his body was getting warm, and he didn't know whether or not to be disappointed or relieved when Phil pulled away. He didn't know if he quite wanted to get into that particular mood right then, especially when he was feeling a bit insecure about what words would come out of his mouth as soon as they were getting freaky. Who knew, maybe he could start spouting off some bullshit about how he wanted Phil to fuck him right then and there and Phil would say no, because he wasn't ready? But then again, kissing Phil was so wonderful that he just wanted to do it forever and never ever pull away. Even if it meant they both couldn't breathe. He couldn't complain when Phil was suggesting they lie under the stars, though, although it made Dan wonder if they were going to have to put their clothes back on. They didn't, much to his excitement, and Dan took this to his advantage as he carefully took out two towels from his backpack and laid them on the ground so they wouldn't get leaves stuck to their asses. Admittedly, it was slightly cold due to the night breeze against his wet skin, but he didn't mind when Phil was next to him. That was enough to make him warm.

There was something so vulnerable and intimate about laying next to each other completely naked. It wasn't that it was the first time Dan and Phil had done such a thing, but it was.. different, when it was before they'd even had sex, yet, before they'd done anything other than make out a little. Dan was teasing him about his earlier reluctance to swim naked, and while Phil was laughing and swatting at him, his eyes were following the curve of Dan's body, the soft bits of him where there was just that little bit more flesh, plump and perfect and beautiful. Dan was by no means unattractive, dressed or not dressed, and it made Phil feel all warm to be next to him. He rolled into Dan, affectionate as he nuzzled his shoulder, pressing a light kiss there. "It's not my fault I was concerned. What if someone saw us? What if someone still finds us?" he complained, though he had no intentions of letting Dan move from where Phil was now partially laying against him, hips and stomach pressed to Dan's side while he wrapped one arm over his waist. He stared up at Dan's glittering eyes, and felt nothing but adoration for this man. Dan was everything to him. Dan was... Dan was Dan, and Dan was Phil's, and there was really nothing more to it than that. If Dan asked, Phil would give him everything. He ducked his head to kiss him again, and then let out a breathy sigh, turning to gaze up at the stars again. "At least when we get home, when we look at the sky, we can pretend we're back here."

Dan laughed and shook his head, grinning down at Phil as he expressed his worry of being found out. "Oh hush," Dan replied quietly. He leaned down (a bit awkwardly due to their positioning) and pressed his lips to Phil's forehead, silently thanking the gods that Phil's wet hair was slicked back, showing his forehead. "Even if they found us now, what would they do? Kick us out when we're literally going home tomorrow morning?" Dan snorted and wound an arm around Phil's waist, holding him closer to his side. He could feel Phil's tummy pressed to his side, all soft and squishy, and Dan was currently in heaven. "Let them find us. I'm enjoying my time with you. Being naked with you is probably my favourite hobby, next to arting." He heard Phil mock his use of words and tried to shove him, which really just made Dan squeeze Phil closer. "When we get back home, I won't have to pretend to be back here anymore." He felt Phil look at him questioningly and giggled, feeling extremely gross and cheesy as he said," Because I'll have you by my side and that's all I need."

Phil squirmed and laughed as Dan "shoved" him, only causing Phil to press in closer. The feeling of his slightly aroused body pressing to Dan's was not helping him to keep this a peaceful cuddling moment, but Phil was insistent that he would have it. Oh well if he started to get a hard on - he just wanted Dan to hold him. He liked being held like this. Of course, then Dan had to go and make everything far more cheesy by saying what he did, and though Phil laughed and smacked him and made fun of him for being a complete nerd, he was blushing all the way to the tips of his toes. It was good, to hear someone say something like that. It was soothing to the soul. Phil couldn't help it when he leaned up and pressed a kiss to Dan's laughing mouth, giggling himself when Dan immediately grew a bit more serious in order to kiss Phil back. It was an interesting moment, and he pulled away from the kiss with the biggest smile on his face. "I love you," he said.

Phil could act like he didn't like Dan's cheesy words all he wanted, but Dan knew the truth. He knew Phil liked it by the way his cheeks grew all rosy and his entire face brightened. Plus the way he leaned in to give Dan a kiss was definitely a pointer to make Dan believe he didn't hate his words as much as he said he did. "I love you too," Dan murmured once they pulled away. His lips were tingling from where Phil had kissed him and he didn't feel the cold bite of the air against his skin anymore. It was instead replaced with complete warmth, filled with love and the way that Phil's body was pressing against his. Dan wanted to keep this moment forever and he told Phil as much, nuzzling their noses together. They were being so grossly affectionate, but Dan couldn't bring himself to care when he was so happy. It was a nice contrast to yesterday and he wanted to hold onto this feeling for forever.

They lay like that for a while, with Phil all tucked up in Dan's arms, his cheek pressed over his heart, naked bodies partially entwined. Dan was flat on his back because Phil wasn't allowing him to move, but that didn't mean Phil couldn't wind himself all around Dan as much as he wanted, with one of his legs tucked between Dan's, and his arm holding his body close to Dan's. It was peaceful, just resting together, Dan's body keeping Phil warm despite it being so cold out. The breeze kept Phil shivering a bit, but he wasn't willing to move. At least, not until he started getting thirsty. They were talking about nothing, just mumbling to each other and pointing out sets of stars, Dan teasing Phil that he'd seen a shooting star even though Phil knew he hadn't, when Phil got up with a yawn. He was starting to get tired, but he wasn't willing for this night to end, so he stood despite Dan's protests and headed over to his backpack to grab another water bottle. The one Dan had gotten out for him earlier seemed to have disappeared into the grass. Behind him, Dan was saying something along the lines of "What are you doing?" but Phil ignored him, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend's strange behavior. Dan's bag was already unzipped when Phil started to dig through it, practically blind in the middle of the night, and he was sticking his tongue out in concentration when his fingers hit something - strange. Like foil. Small, and square, and most definitely not a bag of crisps. Suddenly, Phil's heart felt like it was beating a hundred miles an hour as he slowly drew the strange object out of Dan's bag. He thought he was going to have a heart attack he was so anxious to see what it was, and then it was there, lying innocuously in his palm - a condom. Dan had condoms. Why did Dan have condoms? Phil's mouth was dry, and he slipped in the grass a bit so he was sitting down, but his dick was definitely starting to grow... interested. Did that mean... did Dan want...? "Dan?" Phil asked, turning his head very slowly towards his boyfriend, who'd propped himself up on the towel and was looking at Phil was wide, terrified eyes.

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