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Dan Howell X Reader Existential Crisis    You were returning home from class at uni to your shared flat. You live with your best friends Dan Howell and Phil Lester. All you could think about on your trip home was how come Dan wasn't at class today. You understood why when you opened the door to the flat. There lies Dan curled in the fetal position mumbling something about people dying and nothing you can do about it.    Phil pulled you into the kitchen the second you closed the door. Phil looked very worried. You were very confused why there was a nonfunctional Dan in the living room and a very worried Phil in the kitchen. You finally aske

You slowly open your eyes, shivering under your blanket as the cold breeze flows through the open window. A pair of arms is wrapped around you and Dan, your boyfriend whispers in your ear quietly. "Good morning (Y/N). Sleep well?" You shake your head as he pulls the blanket over you further. "I must have left the window open, sorry." "It's all right." You quietly speak back. "You forgot, it's no big deal." "Sorry. Again. By the way, this couch is really uncomfortable." You sit up and shiver once again as the cold air hits your body. You feel Dan moving underneath you and soon a jumper is pulled over your head. "Dan," you start,

Crash! The rain, mixed with occasional thunder and lightning was deafening. The wind was howling, as if it was the sky itself crying its eyes out. The girl sitting by the window was unlike the sky, wearing a serene expression on her face as if she enjoys the storm. She glanced outside, bemused by the fact that her singing voice was being drowned out by the din of the heavy rain. She opened her door, and quickly stepped outside. It was surprisingly refreshing, she thought. The nice, cold water hitting her skin was a great way for her to cool down after an extremely humid day. Her (f/c) dress now clung to her body, accentuating her body outli

"Labyrinth (English)"    Waking up your vision was fuzzy there was a dull pain in the back of your head and ringing in your ears. The kind of ringing you get when you stand next to a gun that had just been shot. Looking around you noticed you weren't in your room any more, not even in your house, but more or less in a very dense pine forest. 'How had I have gotten here?' Pushing your self from the ground you wobbled a bit before gaining your balance, taking a few steps forward a sharp pain tinged in your thigh. Knocking the breath out of your lungs, you collapsed on to the nearest tree, looking down you noticed a large gash. Dark red seeped

Gilbert sat in his usual spot on the bus waiting for a specific girl to come on. His 'friend' [Name] always sat with him, and they'd usually end up teasing one another, fighting, or driving the bus driver crazy. They often got called out for being trouble makers, but he didn't mind. Gilbert actually liked doing things with [Name]. Or Chips, as he called her (just to piss her off) But Gott im himmel*, she was pretty attractive, and saying he didn't like her would be a blatant lie. When Gilbert saw her climb on the bus, his face lit up and he scooted over so she could sit. "Hey Chips! Ready to be awesome?" The girl glanced at him and grinned a

  You flip through the sheet music over and over again,"What the hell did he expect?" You sigh, pulling a violin gently out of it's case and sitting yourself down onto a chair. You play a few notes slowly but continually mess up.  You sigh, putting the violin onto your lap,"Geez Austria, I shouldn't have agreed to this." But you did, and something was now asking you why.  At the moment he asked you to preform with him, you really weren't thinking clearly. You're mind was just boggled.  You looked at the notes and knew the song indefinatly. You are determined to get this done. So this time, when you play, you actually sing along gently u

Music. The flow and touch of it raised your legs and arms. Dancing wasn't a choice; the music picked you up and moved your body. The piano piece was playing from a stereo in the corner. It was a simple affair and you knew that the quality wasn't very good, but still, you could hear the essence of the music. The song slowly ended and you rested for a moment. Taking a drink, out of the corner of your eye you saw a small figure at the door. "Little Italy?" you walked to the door and opened it, revealing a startled chibitalia. "Oh! Ms._____ you dance so wonderfully! I'm sorry to intrude." The little boy was blushing cutely. "Come here little