#froggie writes

The second and last chapter of We can make a life together there is out 💞🌸📦

Our favorite box boys in the latter parts of their journey of building their home ❣️

At first, this was a warmup for getting into writing Dan and Phil, but I ended up pretty proud of it. From a month ago !

Summary:

It starts when Dan wears a hat. The hat itself isn't very remarkable, a black thing that reminds him of his emo days–Dan ordered it online and after he tried it on, he checked the return policy. He still has a week to return it, he recalls. -- In which Dan wears a hat that reminds him of his younger self. Of self-love, safe spaces, comfort in your favorite person's arms

I coudn't stop thinking about Dan and Phil building their forever home, so I wrote about it. 🏠

It's been a hot minute since I've written fanfic, but it made me happy/emotional/overwhelmed/excited so I hope you feel some of that too.

Ford sees him and takes him in and the first night he destroys his house so Ford puts him back outside with some food, water and shelter. Bill is fine with it for a few days but Ford doesn’t go outside much cause he’s setting up his house. Bill sits outside his door and howls and scratches at it and runs from window to window. Eventually Ford lets him back in and tells him to not wreck his stuff. 

Ford tries to be affectionate with the cat but he always skitters away or flexes his paws to show his claws before stopping and almost looks like he’s thinking before deciding against it and retracting them. 

Ford names the cat Bill because he can’t come up with anything better. Bill does eventually get used to living like a cat and warm up to a domestic life with Ford. He sleeps next to his pillow at night. He’ll follow him around during the day, hunting around smaller anomalies for Ford to study earning him head scratches and belly rubs. 

But Ford struggles to come up with some mechanisms to help capture anomalies for study so he calls up his friend from college who’s more than happy to stay with him. Bill however, is less than thrilled. When Fiddleford arrives and tries to give Bill a few head scratches, he takes a swipe at him with his claws out making him bleed. 

The next few days are followed by Bill shredding his clothes, climbing his legs, biting his ankles, stealing his food, keeping him awake, leaving dead bugs on his night stand by his glasses, and staying as close to Ford as possible. Ford keeps trying to stamp down the behavior but he's a pushover and Fiddleford is too head over heels to care about some cat's personal vendetta against him. 

The holidays come around and Fiddleford makes Ford the snow globe which Bill promptly knocks off the shelf it’s set on. Fiddleford is the one that finds it along with Bill sitting a few feet away licking his paw unbothered. Fiddleford cleans it up and repairs it before Ford even notices. He scoops up Bill who howls and scratches his arms but he just ignores it. 

He takes him to his room and shuts both of them in there. Bill goes back and forth between fighting Fiddleford and trying to escape. Eventually he stops and sits in front of him, glaring at him while the man just smiles and says “are you done”. He goes on about how they both care about Ford and Ford cares about both of them so they have to be civil because neither of them are leaving.

Fiddleford asks for Bill's blessing to ask out Ford then he becomes conscious of what he’s doing and just sticks out his hand and Bill sniffs it before lowering his head and Fiddleford gives him head scratches for the first time without getting injured immediately after.

Fiddleford shows up to Ford's cabin and thinks Stan is Ford but eventually realizes he isnt. Stan explains what happened to Ford and Fiddleford agrees to help. He struggles with working to turn the portal back on knowing what could happen and he worries about what Ford's mental state could be in. Stan is worried about Ford's safety and how pissed he's going to be at him. 

They provide comfort to the other. 

Fiddleford gently nudges Stan towards taking care of himself when he's been working too long on the portal and forgot, expecting him to get angry like his twin did but he just sighs and says he's right. Stan finds Fiddleford hiding under his work table in the lab pulling at his hair, hyperventilating and Stan sits with him, holding his hands, talking him out of it, and helping him up. Stans sleeping habits and Fiddlefords nightmares are fixed with sharing a bed. Stans eating habits and Fiddlefords loneliness is fixed by cooking and sharing meals together. They just remain friends though. 

After three years, the portal is back up and running. When they turn it on, Ford literally crawls out of it bloody and weak. The portal shuts off and Stan and Fiddleford run to help Ford. They cleaned him up and Stan helped him eat while Fiddleford cleaned his wounds and patched him up. Ford rested for a few days and the two never left his side. When he was awake and coherent he would rant about how stupid it was to open the portal. Stan would get quiet, unable to respond thinking that he messed up another thing. Fiddleford stayed out of it the first few times thinking that it was an argument between the twins but when he saw how upset Stan was getting he snapped back at Ford and told him how much work they put into fixing the portal and they didn't even know if he was alive but they weren't going to just leave him behind no matter how much he thinks he deserved it. 

Ford no longer argued with Stan and would randomly open up about his time in the portal. He apologized over and over to fiddleford even though he forgave him the first time. Ford was able to get a transdimentional exorcism during his time in the portal so Bill was no longer a threat. They found the rift and secured it. 

As Ford was getting closer to making a full recovery Stan felt like Fiddleford was pulling away from him. When Fords room got set up and they went back to sleeping in beds, Fiddleford slept in his own bed rather than Stans for the first time in almost three years. When Stan asked him about it he just said something about Ford making assumptions. When Stan woke up the next morning from a restless sleep, he went to the kitchen to find Fiddleford almost done with his coffee. Stan asked what they’re making for breakfast and Fiddleford said he already ate. Stan made breakfast and ate with Ford. It was like that for a week. 

One day Ford said he was going to go walking around the forest and the two offered to go with but he said he was going by himself and that he’s grateful for their help but he feels cooped up and just needs some alone time. So it’s just Stan and Fiddleford. 

Stan is in the living room on the couch watching tv while Fiddleford is in his room. Stan could hear him moving some stuff around and after a while he got curious. He went to go check on him and saw him putting his things in boxes. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Oh! Stanley, you scared me. I’m uh… well…” Fiddleford rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I figured since Stanford is outta the portal then I could git outta y’all’s hair. I mean- I moved here in the first place to help him build it and I moved back to help ya fix it and well… there’s nothing yall need me for anymore so…” Fiddleford clasped his hands in front of him and rocked back and forth on his feet. 

Stanley got scared. He was a flirt sure, but he was never one to initiate commitment. So was this it? Was he just going to watch him leave just because he couldn’t say a few words? 

“No.” 

“Excuse m-“ 

“No Fidds, you’re not leaving. I still need you here. I don’t need you to build some- dimensional wormhole or whatever. But if you really want to move-“ Stan picked up one of the boxes and walked out of the room with Fiddleford chasing after him. 

“Wait, Stanley! No! I wa-“ Stan took the box into his own room and set it down. He grabbed Fiddleford by the wrist and pulled him into his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist. “-then you can stay here. Whatever Ford assumes would be right.” 

“You’re not even going to ask me?” Fiddleford smiled up at him with flushed cheeks. 

And just like that all Stan’s bravado was gone. He groaned and hid his face in Fiddlefords neck, feeling intoxicated by his smell of oranges. 

“Aww c’mon Stanley ya were doin so well. Where’d it all go?” He just whined, making Fiddleford giggle. He reached a hand up and scratched at the base of Stan’s skull. “Fine, fine. You’ve already done so much. Stanley, will ya be my boyfriend?” 

“Yeah” Fiddleford pushed Stan’s head back so they could kiss. 

Part 2 of lover boy thoughts 

Gareth has been on my mind lately <3 

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The soft, diluted street lights shined in through the gap in the curtains and glanced off of Sam’s bare shoulder. He looked like he was glowing, emanating warmth and light and happiness. Even in sleep he seemed to smile, his lips soft and curled up very slightly at the corners. Steve reached out and followed the thin line of light down from Sam’s neck to his elbow very gently with the tip of his finger.

Sam sniffed and shifted in sleep, curling closer into Steve’s shoulder. His long eyelashes fluttered, but his eyes stayed closed.

“Whatchu looking at,” Sam mumbled, words muffled and slurred by sleep.

“You.” Steve felt so full of love it felt like his chest would burst.

“You’re such a sap, Steve,” he said, pretending to be annoyed, but his lips curled up even further at the corners. He shuffled a little closer to Steve on the bed.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. He’d long ago given up on pretending he was anything but.

He remembered he had asked his Ma once what it felt like to be in love. It was a hot afternoon in summer, back when he was still young enough to be washed by her. She had looked down at him from where he sat in the bath, and sighed.

“Steve—“ She stopped. Breathed through a voice thick with tears (though Steve didn’t know that then). Starting again in a clearer voice she said, “Steve, it feels like the world would stop turning if you couldn’t feel the heat on their skin.“

“Has your world stopped turning, Ma?”

“It did, my darling, until you were born.” She smiled down at Steve, just a little broken.

Little Steve had grinned, and forgotten about the conversation. But now, Steve understood what his Ma meant. Even with barely a few inches between them, Steve felt as if he was aching, aching to close the distance and cover every inch of himself with Sam’s heat.

Sam had fallen back asleep, his mouth still betraying the faint shadow of a smile. Steve leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sam’s bare shoulder.