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"I made pancakes!" (DAN): ©Skiller0Dani

SUUP. How's it been? Good? Good. :) It's been a while my little people (and I've been busy with buying gifts and such for my nephew who turned 2 today) so I thought I'd write you a little diddily doo dah. Also the pic I chose is my home lockscreen :) 

ICH BIN EIN CHAMELEON. (not true I lied) 

Song: Es Rappelt im Karton by Pixie Paris (warning it's in German and what I can gather from my rough translation it's quite dirty. I'm not very good at translating my German is a little rusty sorry) 

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Dan was quite a wonderful person to not only be around, but to be with. He was very patient, and really tolerant. If it wasn't blatantly obvious by his videos and for some reason it wasn't known, Dan is a very laid back person. He is actually really mellow and down to earth most of the time, which was a blessing for Y/N. Who spent most of her time frazzled, running around like a headless chicken. He had a very level head especially in any panicked or pressured situation, which most people wouldn't expect. Y/N however, completely overreacted and had mental breakdowns when she was pressured or panicked. So his cool, relaxed resolve was a very comforting, and accepted contrast. 

Y/N slumped next to Dan on the couch, resting her head on his shoulder as he scrolled through Tumblr. She would occasionally take over his laptop to reblog something or tag herself in something else. Dan didn't mind, he thought it was cute when she would do the little squeal that she does when she sees a photo or post that she likes. So as she moved her hands to the mouse, Dan kissed her hairline as she tagged herself on the gif of fluffly kittens. She curled into his side once more as Dan continued to scroll through, chuckling occasionally at something he saw. She checked the time, noticing it was still quite early in the morning when Phil emerged from the kitchen. 

"I made pancakes!" He declared, causing Dan's ears to perk. But the simply sentence caused a wave of bile to move up her throat, causing her to shove off Dan and make a mad dash for the toilet. Dan followed, concern etching onto his face when he heard a loud bang. He ran to the toilet to see Y/N laying, unconscious with blood running down her temple. 

Y/N eyes slowly opened when she felt a wet rag being dabbed against her forehead. She sat up and winced when she saw her vomit in the toilet, and flushed. Dan sat on his heels, Phil leaning against the doorway, both with worry laced in their features. 

"Jesus, don't scare me like that holy fuck." Dan breathed, placing a hand over his rapidly beating heart. Y/N could only raise her eyes to him, looking pale and sickly. 

"Soz." She mutters and Dan pushes her hair back and places his lips against her forehead. They lingered there for a moment before he looked her over. 

"Well you don't have a fever..." He mumbled, scanning his eyes over her face, her damp sweaty hair sticking to the sides of her face. Dan lifts her to his chest and holds her close to him as he carries her down to their room. He lays her on the bed and kisses her temple. 

"I'll go get you soup." Dan says, hurrying into the kitchen. 

"You need anything else?" Phil asks, dabbing a wet cloth at the cut on her head. She shook her head, huddling down into the blankets as Phil turned and left. Her eyes landed on the calendar, and suddenly panic flooded her brain. Y/N shot up in an instant, rushing to the calendar and letting her eyes land on the date. 

She was late. 4 days late to be exact. 

Y/N began to shake, as it all suddenly began to make sense. The weak appetite, the strange cravings, the morning nausea. Holy shit. Sirens were going off in her head and white flags were being raised. Holy shit she's pregnant! The world began to spin and she sat on the bed, almost fainting again. She placed her sweaty hands on her knees when someone entered.