Hardcore Life (Ph1LzA fanfic)

Three Simple Words

Amelia

I sat back from my computer as my stream ended. I had been playing on the Dream SMP server for a total of three hours, and I was exhausted. I noticed that Phil was streaming, so I opened his stream, deciding to mess with him. I had to keep myself from laughing as the text to speech message I sent played out loud.

Have I ever told you I'm terrified of butterbees, Phil?

I could see his facial expression change as he realized what I had sent. "Butterbees? Amelia, are you okay?"

I will be when Butterbees cease to exist.

"What the fuck is a butterbee? Can you explain that to me?"

Combination of both butterflies and bees, Phil.

"So, correct me if I'm wrong, but you're afraid of both butterflies and bees?"

Yes, Phil.

"I can understand bees, but why butterflies?"

They can fly, Phil.

"So can a majority of other bugs. Why are you afraid of butterflies and not like, I don't know, mosquitoes?"

I can smack a mosquito dead and not think twice about it. I'd feel bad if I killed a butterfly.

Phil started struggling to keep a straight face as he took a long drink from his water bottle. His chat started going wild over debating if butterflies were scary or not.

"Look at what you've done to my chat, Amelia!" Phil laughed.

Looks normal to me.

He groaned and hid his face in his hands. "I swear to god. I can't go one stream without having some baked conversation."

I had to hold back my laughter as I called him on Discord, muting his stream since I knew I'd have a delay on it. He answered almost immediately, and I could see the annoyance in his eyes.

"Please tell me this is some sort of joke, and you're just pulling a Wilbur." Phil begged.

"Oh, I wish I was pulling a Wilbur." I replied. "I actually do have a fear of butterflies."

"Explain this to me in better detail."

"I don't like bugs landing on me."

"Right."

"Butterflies and ladybugs have a habit of randomly landing on me."

"So why are you terrified of butterflies and not ladybugs?"

"Ladybugs will go away when I shoo them off. Butterflies linger."

"Can you explain to me why I love you?"

I was going to reply but paused, a deep blush coating my face. "Phil?"

"Yeah?"

"You're live."

"And?"

"Do you want to think about what you just told me?"

I stared at his stream while I watched his facial expression went from thoughtful to panicked, but then his face went completely blank.

"What about it?" He asked.

"It doesn't bother you?"

"No. Why would it? We've been dating for a while now. I don't think I really need to worry about displaying my affection towards you online."

I picked up a pen and started messing with it. "C-Can you say it again?"

His laughter made me blush harder, and I watched on his stream as he covered his mouth with his hand. The slight pink tint to his cheeks made me smile.

"I love you." He mumbled, running his hand through his hair.

I couldn't help but giggle. "I love you, too."

He sighed. "Can I go back to playing the game?"

"I could be entertainment for you while you play." I muttered. "Unless you don't want that."

"It's not that I don't want to be distracted by your cute babbling." He replied. "It's more that I need to actually focus on the game and my chat, and you'd take all the attention away."

"Don't I always steal your attention, though?"

"Yes, and I've been neglecting my children because of you."

"Well, if I'm making you neglect your children, then I guess I'll leave the call and just banter in your chat."

"I'm sorry, Love."

"No need to apologize. I'll just call you later."

"I love you."

"Love you, too."

I ended the call, and I smiled at the sight of him hiding his face behind his hands, turning the stream's volume on in time to hear him groan. I lifted up a small shot glass, pouring a mixture of alcohol and coke into it. I held it toward my computer as if toasting to Phil.

"I'll love you until I stop breathing."