Fanfic one shots

Dan x Reader

The needle stung.  It was piercing your skin, buried in your flesh. You closed your eyes together as hard as you could. You tried to focus on the buzzing of the tattoo machine instead of the pain it was causing your left collarbone. You felt tears forming in your eyes, the harder you tried to make them go away, the harder they fell. You eventually gave up and let a single tear make its way down your cheeks. The tear was quickly followed by another one, and after that more started to fall. The needle was not the cause if this, but the meaning behind it was what hurt you so much.

Someone squeezed your hand. You opened your eyes to a pair of icy blue ones staring at you. He had tears in his eyes too. He knew why you were crying, and it hurt him too. His eyes didn't shine like they used too, he laughed very little, and he stopped making videos. It had hit him hard too. He wasn't the same, the Phil everyone knew was gone.

Waking up on a Sunday morning alone was unusual. You looked over and saw a note. You picked it up and read it.

"I had to run some errands. Didn't want to wake you. Love you. See you soon. Dan"

You guessed he would be home soon, so you'd better get dressed. A pair of black leggings and one of his t-shirts would do. You brushed your hair and put it up into a pony tail.

You started to head to the kitchen but heard scrambling. Phil was probably in there you thought. You peeked your head in and you were correct.

"Morning." He turned around.

"Good morning!" He said in a cheerful tone.

Phil's phone started going off. He picked it up and answered it.

"Yes. Yes I know Daniel Howell. Why?" His face turned a sickly pale color. "Yes. Yes. Okay. Yes I understand. He...? Okay. Okay. We'll be on our way, good bye."

He ended the call and looked at you. His eyes showed panic, anger, and sadness.

"That was the hospital. Dan's been in an accident. We need to go." Your heart shattered into a million pieces when you heard him.

Its been a year since you lost him. He was in a taxi and a bus hit his side. He didn't have a chance. Your right hand fumbled on the ring you carried around your neck. It was one of the few things they found that wasn't completely wrecked. It was in his pocket. A miracle it wasn't ruined. Phil later told you that Dan was going to propose to you that week.

You missed him. His brown eyes, the scent if his skin, his voice, and his laugh. Oh god, you'd do anything to hear that laugh again.

"You're done." The man who's been tattooing you said.

You looked at your friend. You walked over to the mirror. On your collarbone, over your heart. His words, in his handwriting. The words that were written down on the piece of paper he left on the bed.

"Love you. See you soon."