Prompt: Okay, so right now I'm obsessed with the song Love On The Brain by Rihanna, and I keep it on repeat. So, I want to attempt to do a oneshot based on the chorus. Enjoy! X By the way, this is going to have a darker vibe to this. So, MILD TRIGGER WARNING. Also, this is Dan's point of view. (:
Baby, I'm fist-fighting with fire..
Just to get close to you
Can we burn something babe?
What do I do now? I pulled at my hair, my eyes red and puffy. I couldn't love him! It was ridiculous to love someone you had no chance with. My hands shaking, I typed out a text. 'Phil, I'm sorry. I love you, and I'm sorry.' What's on my mind right now? Him? Of course it's him. I laughed humorlessly to myself. Slumping down against a wall, I covered my face with hands.
I run for miles just to get a taste
Must be love on the brain
My phone rings as I'm driving toward my parents. "Hiiii babe!" Phil chirps. "Hi, sunshine." I smiled. "Soooo I was wondering, can you come over today?" He asks, and I can practically hear the smirk in his voice. "Phil, babe, you know I'm on my way to my parents. I'm miles away." I laughed lightly. "But, I'm wearing those shorts you like...And I lit some candles, ordered some Chinese food..rearranged the bed.." he hinted. I bit my lip. "Okay. I'll tell my parents I'll be a bit late. But you have to go with me."
That's got me feeling this way
It beats me black and blue
But it fucks me so good
{(; WARNING}
I cried silently to myself. Phil had hit me, for the first time. It wasn't like he hurt me; the only reason I'm crying is because..I'm so surprised. I'd never in a million years though he'd lay a hand on me. But I did egg him on, and I'm sure he won't do it again.
Phil came trudging into the bedroom silently, sitting down next to me. "Dan?" He asked softly, laying a gentle hand on my cheek. "I'm sorry.." he whispered. I smiled, and leaned into his touch. "It's okay, I'm okay." He gave a small smile in return and pecked my lips, which turned into a makeout session. I moaned out loud, by accident, and Phil smirked. He moved to my neck, sucking a lovebite. I threw my head back, in pleasure.
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And I can't get enough
Must be love on the brain, yeah
"Higher!" I cheered, as Phil pushed me on the swing. He giggled, and so did I. I was a kid at heart, it seems. I loved days like this; couldn't get enough of them really. When Phil was calm, and we were both laughing. I jumped out of the swing, and finally landed on my legs. We both cheered, and Phil tackled me, attacking me in kisses. "You did it!" I giggled. "Mhm."
And it keeps cursing my name (cursing my name)
"Dan!" Phil ran into the kitchen, where the smoke was rolling from. I was coughing. This is why I didn't attempt anything that involved cooking. "What the hell, Dan?" Phil cursed, and I sighed. "I was gonna cook for you." I ran a hand through my hair. He made a tight line with his lips. "Lets not do that, okay? I like having a house to live in."
No matter what I do
I'm no good without you
And I can't get enough
"Phil, please, don't leave! I'm sorry!" I sobbed. We had just had a major fight, over something stupid. He ignored me, grabbing his keys, and heading for the front door. I fell to the floor, crying my eyes out. "Please, please, I'm sorry, I can't live without you, please don't leave me." I mumbled, and curled myself up. Phil sighs, setting down the keys and sitting down next to me. "I'm sorry too." He says, his voice quiet. I sobbed quietly. I moved into his lap.
Must be love on the brain
Phil and I were on a date at the park. He disappeared for a little bit, and I was getting a bit worried. I got a text, 'meet me by the swings.' So, I headed over there. Phil was standing, looking menacing. "Hi." I smiled. "Hello." "Can we swing?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He nods, moving toward the swings and I sit on the nearest one. When he doesn't push me, though, I get suspicious. "Phil?" When I turn around, he's on one knee, and I nearly burst into tears.
"Dan? Will you do me the honor of becoming a Lester?" He smiled. I jumped up and down in excitement, nodding. "Of course!" We kissed.
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Fiksyen PeminatJust a innocent fifteen year old making oneshots. What do you mean, that's dirty? Send in ideas!
