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How about a spooky prompt for this month? Their new duplex has a weird feeling to it, things move, lights turn off out of nowhere and Phil senses it more but Dan is like nah mate but secretly shitting himself?
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Scared!Dan is my lyf. Also because itâs true?? love you for this bae
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Dan doesnât believe in ghosts.Â
He doesnât believe in monsters, ghouls, Slenderman, zombies, or demons either, but that doesnât mean that as soon as the lights are out, heâs not terrified all of them are lurking in the shadows of his bedroom.Â
He has a totally irrational fear of the supernatural, and heâs more than aware that being scared of something doesnât mean that there is any logic to it, or that it actually exists. But brains donât listen to logic every time, so Dan has to surrender himself to his paranoia.Â
Normally itâs fine. He can ignore it, or at least stave it off by doing silly things like running out of a room after switching the light off, or keeping his feet tucked securely under the covers at night.Â
But something has changed since he and Phil moved to this new place. Dan wishes he didnât feel it, but he does. At first, he chalked up the general unease he felt while wandering the maze of this âduplexâ to a general unfamiliarity, along with his negative attitude towards change.Â
But the weeks passed, and the feeling didnât dissipate.Â
Dan followed Phil around from room to room, becoming a shadow of the older man, probably annoying the shit out of him. When Phil questioned this strange behaviour, Dan just muttered some vague excuse about not realising he was doing it. He couldnât bring himself to admit that he couldnât stand sitting in the big, bare, whitewashed rooms of this place by himself.Â
Eyes pricked at his skin - he could feel them watching. Little taps and skitters sounded from the underside of the wooden floorboards. The television flicked on by itself at random times.Â
Dan simply jumps off the sofa and leaves the room when this happens, nope-ing the hell out of the situation before Samara herself crawls through the screen.Â
It starts to keep Dan awake. He canât shake the sense that something is staring at him as he lays in bed at night. Danâs cruel brain whispers to him in the wee hours that the monsters will emerge from their hiding places if he dares to shut his eyes.
Phil begins to notice, of course.Â
âIs that your third coffee of the morning?âÂ
âHow come you fell asleep in the meeting earlier? Youâre lucky I noticed and woke you up before anyone saw.âÂ
âI heard you pacing around your room at 3am last night. What time did you actually go to sleep?â
âI donât wanna sound mean, Dan, but maybe you should dab some concealer on your dark circles before we film. The fans might think youâre sick or something. You can borrow mine if you want.â
Dan just remains carefully evasive, not wanting to worry Phil too much, but also not wanting to tell him about the ridiculous fear he has that their new place is haunted.Â
Eventually though, it comes out regardless.Â
Theyâre filming for a video, and Dan is doing a skit. His back is to a glass screen door leading to the next room, across which a curtain is pulled. He senses the curtain twitch before Phil even says anything, and jumps in his seat, heart hammering.Â
âWoah, that was weird,â Phil says, frowning. âThe curtain moved. Did you see that?â
Dan titters nervously, facing away from the door. âWeird.â He says. Then, because it seems like a perfect opportunity to bring this up without sounding crazy, Dan says: âMaybe weâve got a ghost.â
Phil laughs, and the hope drains from Danâs exhausted body. He doesnât know what he expected from Philâs reaction. A genuine consideration of haunting, perhaps? Or maybe for Phil to admit he too has been feeling something spooky since they moved in?
Dan sighs heavily, waiting for Phil to begin filming again so that they can get this over with.
Instead, Phil is frowning at the camera viewfinder, looking through some footage.Â
âItâs actually really creepy,â Phil says, squinting at whatever heâs watching. âCome have a look.âÂ
Reluctantly, Dan gets up and moves to look at the video of the curtain moving, letting Phil play it a few times over. He tries to act surprised, but honestly - this isnât the first curtain heâs seen twitching since they got here.Â
âMaybe we actually do have a ghost.â Phil says with a smile, and Dan swallows, hating him for it a bit. âThatâll get us some more views, at least.âÂ
âDonât,â Dan says, the irritation he feels at Philâs blazĂŠ attitude towards this bubbling over.Â
He walks back to his seat, wanting to forget the whole thing for now.Â
When he looks up at Phil, waiting expectantly for him to continue with the scene, Phil is staring at him curiously.Â
âWait...â Phil says, cocking his head to one side. âYou donât... do you actually think thereâs a ghost?â
If it werenât for the traitorous natural reflexes of Danâs masochistic body, he mightâve been able to lie to Phil. As it happens, the blush in his cheeks answers for him.Â
âJust drop it, okay?â
Phil laughs, covering his mouth with one hand. âIs that why youâve been acting so weird and jumpy?âÂ
Dan rolls his eyes, getting up from his position. âFuck this, weâve done the take three times already. We donât need to do it again.â
He storms past Phil, bumping into his shoulder as he goes. âWait, but we might get more footage of the ghost!âÂ
âShut up!â Dan calls, heading into his room and slamming the door.Â
Immediately, that same uncanny sensation of being watched itches at him, and he sighs, wondering if this will ever end.Â
*Â
It doesnât end. In fact, it gets worse.Â
Phil still finds the whole thing endlessly amusing, which, despite being annoying, actually does help to distract Dan a little from his brainâs âworst-conclusionâ thoughts.Â
One morning, Dan clambers out of the shower to find a faint handprint pressed into the condensation of the mirror. He scrubs it away, heart thudding in alarm, and tells himself that he must have leant his hand there without realising.
Two days later, Dan is doing a liveshow when his door pushes itself open seemingly of its own volition. He pauses mid-ramble, trying not to appear freaked out on camera, and calls out:Â â...Phil?â hoping that the cheery face of his best friend will poke around the door as an explanation. He doesnât.
Danâs covers are tugged from his body in the night. He screws his eyes shut and clings to them with all his strength.Â
One of his favourite shirts has a mysterious rip slashed down the back; he doesnât even realise until Phil points it out to him.
Mugs smash with nobody touching them. Lights flicker. A potted plant throws itself across the room right in front of Danâs eyes.Â
One night, Dan is curled into a ball in the middle of his bed, trying with all his might to think of anything except the ghostly goings on, when a high pitched scream splits the silence, and Dan jumps up, petrified.
He grabs a cushion, hugging it to his chest, and bolts across the hall into Philâs room. He climbs under the covers without a word, making Phil yelp in surprise.Â
A light flicks on, and Dan almost jumps out of his skin, but realises belatedly that Phil has switched on his bedside lamp.
âDan? What the-â Phil rubs his eyes blearily. âWhyâre you in my bed? Why do you have a cushion?â
âIâm not sleeping alone tonight,â Dan says firmly, rolling onto his side, his head on one of Philâs pillows, as though cementing this statement. âI know you think Iâm crazy, but thereâs something... weird about this house. I donât fucking believe in this stuff either but how else do you explain all the creepy shit thatâs been happening. I mean for fuckâs sake, we caught the damn thing on camera-â
Dan breaks off when he realises he can hear Phil laughing. He rolls over, white hot with indignant fury. He lifts the pillow heâs holding out of the covers and begins whacking Phil with it, unamused.Â
Phil catches hold of the pillow, yanking Dan towards him by his shoulders until theyâre face to face. Dan reddens, not used to being this close in proximity to someone in a damn bed unless the situation is very different.Â
His eyes fall to Philâs mouth. Out of instinct, obviously. Nothing else.Â
âDan,â Phil says, eyes shining with mischief. âI couldnât help it. Iâm sorry.âÂ
Immediately, Danâs hackles go up, and he narrows his eyes. âWhat?â
Phil sighs, patting him on the shoulder. âI didnât think youâd get this scared. I think I took it too far.âÂ
It takes a moment for the gears to click, but then Danâs mouth falls open.Â
âOh, you little shit.â
He wrestles the cushion from Phil, proceeding to whack him with it again, harder this time.Â
âOw! Dan, wait-â
âThis was you?!â Dan cries, furious. âYouâre the reason I havenât slept in a fucking month?â
âIt was gonna be for a video!â Phil cries, hands held in front of him in defence. âI was gonna do a big reveal of the prank and-â
âI hate you.â Dan spits, the anger coursing through him. âAll this time you let me believe it was a fucking ghost! All the flickering lights and the telly switching itself on and the plants hurling themselves across the room! Do you seriously have nothing better to do than elaborately torture your very paranoid best friend with mind games and drive him slowly insane?â
Dan pauses, partly because he wants to hear Phil explain himself and grovel, but mostly because Phil is frowning like he doesnât understand.Â
âI didnât... hurl a plant across a room.â Phil says slowly, like heâs trying to work out an alternate meaning to the statement.Â
Danâs heart skips a beat. The pillow falls from his hands. âThe telly switching on?â
Phil smirks. âBought an extra TV remote. Works from the next room.â
Dan narrows his eyes at him, trying to suppress the urge to continue hitting him with the pillow.Â
âThe doors opening and closing?â
âPretty easy to discreetly push a door shut now and again.âÂ
â...The screaming just now?âÂ
âI downloaded a scary alarm app on your phone.â Phil giggles.Â
Dan glares at him.Â
âThe rip in my shirt?â
âIâll buy you a new one.â
âYouâd fucking better, you asshole.â Dan thinks, trying to remember everything. Suddenly, he reddens. âHey, what about the hand on the mirror?! Did you creep in the bathroom while I was showering, you perv?â
Phil blushes, chuckling a little. âI didnât see anything.â He pauses, and to Danâs surprise, winks cheekily. âMuch.â
"Thatâs an invasion of my privacy.âÂ
âYouâre just upset I didnât take the opportunity to climb in with you.â Phil says, which makes Dan balk a little. Hearing Phil flirt jokily is far different when theyâre both semi-dressed in his bed. âIf youâre worried I saw too much, donât be.â Phil says, then smirks again. âPlenty of people have micropenises, Dan. Itâs nothing to be ashamed- OW!â
Dan throws the pillow to the side, rolling his eyes. âDick.âÂ
âSeriously, Dan, you donât need to worry.â Phil tells him, shrugging. âI mean, Iâve seen you naked plenty of times anyway. Your body is definitely one of the best Iâve seen.â
âOh my God, can we stop talking about this please?â Dan asks, feeling the tips of his ears heating up. Thereâs a warm, proud feeling blooming in his stomach, but he ignores it. âI donât wanna know how youâve seen me naked âplenty of timesâ but it doesnât matter right now. The point is, youâre a psychopathic asshole who pretended this place was fucking haunted so that I-â
âWait, but what about the plant?â Phil interrupts, frowning again. âI never threw a plant. I love my plants, theyâre like my babies.â
âBabies that you starve until they all die.â Dan mutters, rolling his eyes.Â
He thinks back to the plant incident, trying to remember details. In truth, it does seem like Phil couldnât have done that, because the plant in question was atop their dining table, right in Danâs eyeline. And it just lifted itself up and flung into the far wall. It had been fast and terrifying. If Phil had done it, Dan would definitely have seen him.Â
âOkay but... if you didnât do it, then...â Dan trails off, not knowing how to end this sentence.Â
âHey, and what about the curtain?â Phil pipes up, eyes alight.Â
Dan frowns. âYou mean when we were filming?âÂ
âYeah!â Phil sits up, reaching for his glasses and sliding them on. âThatâs when I started doing all this stuff.â
Dan feels the blood drain from his face, and he just about resists the urge to scream.Â
âYou mean... you only started pranking me after that thing with the curtain moving?âÂ
âYeah,â Phil confirms, looking at him strangely. âWhy?â
Dan throws himself forwards, curling into a ball against Philâs chest. He doesnât care that itâs weird, or that Phil might not understand why. Dan absolutely, under no circumstances can be alone and uncomforted right now, so Phil is just going to need to suck it up.Â
âPhil?â Dan says after a minute, his words spoken against the fabric of Philâs pyjama top.Â
He can feel Philâs hand resting tentatively on his back, and all he wants is to pull it round him properly, to secure himself in the barricade of Philâs arms.Â
Eros and I were not meant for each other.
I'm not yours, you are not mine.
Philia is all I'm capable of feeling.
For I'm in a platonic state of mind.
But I love you. I really do. Â
Just in a different way.
Sometimes your presence feels intense.
And I can't help but push myself away.
But I want to go places with you... Â
We could run along the shores of beaches, seashells in our hands, Â
Bask in the glow of the golden hour...
Build sandcastles, covering all the land.
Nothing would compare to that,
Glorious sunsets and stolen glances,
We could write stories about us.
One of the greatest ( platonic ) romances.
What more could anyone want?
When the warmth of your smile is even greater than that of the sun.
The illuminance you bring to this dimension...
Oh, sometimes I feel you could be the one.
I could live with you forever, you know. Â
Just without intimate touch.
I know you'll feel different about this,
But I hope I'm not asking for too much.
Because there's so much else I have to offer, Â
So is there a chance you might stay? Â
I said this before. I'll say it again. Â
I do love you, just in a different way.
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Hello again, I thought of a better question (based on a post you reblogged once):
Is there a specific story that you would like to read, which you feel lacks from the fanfic world? If so, do you think you'll end up writing it yourself one day?
Thank you. And I hope you're feeling better today!
Hi @icecoffee90, thank you for this WONDERFUL AF ask I'm LOVING it. I'm extremely sorry for the late, I've been dragging myself through some shit.
There are actually a lot of tropes and stories that I would like to read more in fanfic, but because of the second question you asked, there's only one thing that comes to my mind rn.
From a very young age I have been an active consumer of literature and fiction in the form of books, movies, or shows. And I have always thought, that (in India at least) romantic relationships are always so hyped about, but platonicity never gets nearly enough appreciation. Sure there have been films or books celebrating friendships, but... often only as a brief subplot; and there too sometimes romantic relationships intervene and shatter everything.
Maybe mainstream media isn't interested, but atleast in fanfics, I think the beauty and stability of platonic bonds should be appreciated more. Friendship too take effort to build and sustain, and they often provide a safe place for us when all is lost! So they are not to be taken lightly, and imo they should be written about more in fanfiction, not just as a forgettable subplot but as an equation in the centre of action.
Therefore, I actually have been writing the fic that I have always wanted to read, but alas it's not for the Choices fandom! It's called 'Is Love Enough?', and it's all about celebrating the strength of human connections in all its forms, and asserting the importance of mutual love and respect. Open Heart too has some excellent scope for fanfics celebrating platonicity, so if inspiration strikes, I might come up with something ;). Who knows!