prompt: Phil is a boarding school student, and he has pretty much everything. His dad owns the school, he’s pretty popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – he’s the King. Dan is a cleaner/phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Some students are assholes to Dan, including Phil at first.
Thank you all so so much for your consistent patience with this. College work (and a hell of a lot of it) has unfortunately become my priority right now what with university just around the corner and subsequently I haven’t updated it nearly as regularly as I would have liked to, but you guys have been so supportive and understanding and I really cannot thank you enough for that. I’ve missed this and I’ve missed you. Here’s to more regular updates in the future <3
(sidenote I’m sorry if this seems a lil wooden I haven’t written this in literal months so it might take a while for me to adjust to the story and the prose again so pls bear with me)
OK emo words over let’s fuckin DO this cue emo dan and a Lot of tension and also dishonesty because phil’s a fucking idiot
warnings; mentions of violence, smoking
Twenty-one
Phil’s been on edge all week. He can’t remember the last time he relaxed.
Every day, every hour right from the second his eyes flutter open to the sound of his morning alarm, is spent with a thudding heart and searching eyes. Even when he’s sleeping he’s tense – his dreams have spiralled into a whirlwind of almost nightmares, technicolour episodes crashing into the other in colourful sparks and bursts that end in cold sweats and aching muscles and whisperings from the boy only centimetres away from him. And it’s stupid because Phil should be the one comforting him after a bad night (and he still tries his best nonetheless), but he can’t deny there’s nothing quite like the feeling of Dan’s gentle lips on his forehead at four a.m., the sound of his voice whispering reassurances with his arms draped over Phil’s waist like a protective shield.
He hasn’t seen Liam since he grabbed at any excuse and all but ran out of Noah’s room upon his discovery that no, Phil doesn’t still have a tag, and he’s scared. He’s so fucking scared.
And yeah, it was a very stupid move to dodge the bullet in the way he did, to fling himself out of the situation without even stopping to at least try and explain himself, but he couldn’t help it. He doesn’t think he can face sitting through another one of Liam’s explosions without crying or running for cover, and he just can’t look that evil glint in the eye. Not since he saw the very same one glittering menacingly when Liam looked at Dan, the daggering stare boring into the other boy. The image is still printed deep in Phil’s mind, resurfacing during the darkest part of the night.
That’s cowardly. Phil doesn’t care.
“Are you sure you-“
“Phil,” Dan sighs. “For the final time, I’m fine.”
“But you-“
“Honestly,” he insists, brown eyes shining. He’s trying, with one hand, to unwrap the chocolate bar Phil had insisted upon him. “It was just a bump, that’s all. The paths were really icy this morning.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Phil sighs, tapping Dan’s bandage patch delicately. It sits just under his fringe.
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prompt: Phil is a boarding school student, and he has pretty much everything. His dad owns the school, he’s pretty popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – he’s the King. Dan is a cleaner/phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Some students are assholes to Dan, including Phil at first.
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Im sorry if this kinda sucks my laptop is literally too hot for me to write properly on bc of this fucking WEATHER wtf England pls cool down I need to write things
The UK sees a lil bit of sun for the first time in about 300 years and mcr (nearly) rose from the dead. What a week it’s been.
Anyway I hope this is ok!! Writing on a laptop with a broken fan in thirty degree weather really wasn’t the best idea but I hope I did ok somehow?? Maybe???
(for anyone outside the UK, ‘Timpson’ is a key cutting company btw)
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Thirteen
They wake up with their limbs still tangled together.
When Phil rolls into consciousness, bleary eyes and an untidy fringe, the first thing he notices is Dan’s arm slung loosely around his waist. He gulps, trying to keep as still and as casual as possible, but it turns out sharing a bed with a very attractive cleaner doesn’t do his attempts at nonchalance any justice whatsoever. Dan’s still lying on his side, his body touching Phil’s back and one of his legs overlapping Phil’s and okay, shit. They’re definitely spooning now.
The window’s slightly open and a summer breeze is ruffling the curtains, which Phil’s quite thankful for considering the fact it’s beginning to get a little hot underneath here. He doesn’t quite know how to go about moving in the situation he’s in; if Dan’s asleep, he doesn’t really want to wake him up
In the end, he whispers a thin “are you awake?” into the morning silence. It’s audible enough for Dan to hear it, but quiet enough for it not to wake him up if he’s asleep.
“Yeah,” the reply comes a few seconds later. Phil jumps a bit, having not been expecting an actual response. “Um. Have been for a while.”
“Right,” Phil nods, trying not to think about Dan’s legs intertwining with his. Fuck, are they not going to talk about this?
“Did you sleep well?” Dan breaks his train of thought.
“Er- yeah, fine,” Phil stutters. Despite the minor incident that had broken his sleep, it had been a very comfortable night. “You?”
He regrets it almost as soon as he says it. He’d only been trying to search for conversation, something to distract himself from the fact that Dan’s consciously cuddling him and isn’t fucking moving away, but he doesn’t particularly want to bring up anything Dan doesn’t want to talk about.
Dan’s quiet for a few moments, before a mumble follows. “Er- yeah,” he sighs. “Been better, but-… yeah.”