My Angel ~ a dan howell x reader fanfic

Betrayal

Dans POV

I walk over to my room, turning the door handle and peeking inside. (y/n) was sitting on the dresser, looking out the window. She looked so peaceful, I almost didn't want to disturb her, but I needed to apologize.

"(y/n)?" I interrupted as I closed the door behind me. She seemed to perk up a little, but she didn't look back at me.

"(y/n) look, I'm sorry," I said. She still didn't answer me, my stomach flipping. "(y/n). Please, c'mon say something," I walked into the room some more. She finally turned around, but looked at the ground.

"I shouldn't have continued to talk about him I could see you were uncomfortable and I didn't respect that," I waited for a response.

"The reason I was with him for so long is kinda stupid," she mumbled. "My best friend suggested we date. I went through with it, seeing as I had been single for my whole life. He was so nice in the beginning. I was happy but then, he slowly became more toxic. But I didn't say anything. I was too scared. I let him push me around and do stuff to me. Then before I could end things with him, I was ended," she finished.

"(y/n)..." I was lost for words. She had died because of that guy. That horrible guy. Then I thought about what she said. "Your best friend? Was she like?" I asked.

"She was amazing. She was the only thing that kept me happy throughout the toxic time. She was also my only friend actually. We'd known eachother since

Fourth grade. I'm actually quite worried about her. I know since she set us up and I was in that car that he was driving she feels bad about it,"

"Is there anything I can do?" I asked, not quite sure how to respond.

"Oh sure because saying I'm sorry for your dead friend is a good idea," she sassed.

"Sorry,"

"I was joking,"

"Oh,"

"Oh," she mocked and I grinned up at her. "I miss her," she murmured. I wished so desperately to hug her right now.

"I can be your new best friend," I suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah," She was quiet for a moment.

"I'm sorry about your friend and Spencer, I really am," I apologized.

"Not your fault," she paused, finally looking at me fully, "I guess he really was a jerk," I watched her turn back to her original position, away from me and looking out the window. I sighed and pushed away the gnawing feeling in my stomach.

"Goodnight (y/n),"

There was no answer and I just let out a breath, flicking off the light.

~time skip a doodle~

I woke up the next morning and headed straight to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, then grabbed my toothbrush. I brushed my teeth, spitting in the sink to look up. I screeched after I realized Phil was stood behind me.

"Holy shit!"

"Have you seen (y/n)?" Phil asked.

"No. I just got up," I responded, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, you said she was sleeping in your dresser right? She's not there," he explained and I pushed past to look. Indeed she wasn't there and I hadn't even noticed.

"Shit,"

"Has she done this before?"

"Yeah, but she could be anywhere!"

"We'll find her, don't worry," he said and I glanced up at the vents. Maybe she was there. I hope she was there.

(Y/n)'s POV

I glanced around the familiar apartment so very close to my own. Everything was neatly kept, completely opposite to its owner. I watched him flitter about, doing other things and such, making sure his apartment was nice. He never did that for me.

I wanted to reach out and slap him, but I just couldn't for obvious and deeper reasons. Why I'm here is beyond me, but I just sat and watched my ex hurry around the room, waiting for a loud knock. The door swung open and my best friend herself was there, a grin on her face.

What?

I pulled myself up and they hugged. She walked in, looking nicer than usual. Were they?

"You sure this isn't weird?" He asked. She shook her head, sitting back into the couch where I once was. I watched them talk for awhile, my heart fully broken now. This was ludicrous. I watched him lean in close and I just bolted. I was truly alone now. My mother was all alone and probably didn't care I was gone anymore. They had both moved on and on to each other. My dad was dead, gone in the black space and now I just feel like shit.

I just wanted a hug.

I trudged back to the flat, suddenly heavier and bluer than I could've imagined. There was bickering awaiting me and I glanced inside.

"(Y/n)!" Phil cried, noticing me first.

"What? Can I not leave for like 20 minutes?"

"What if you fainted?!" Dan questioned. I just shrugged. "Where the hell were you?"

"Spencer's," I said flatly.

"Why?"

"None of your business that's why!"

"(Y/n),"

"Don't (y/n) me!" I said, "I went and it's done can you get off my back?!"

"What's wrong?" Phil asked and I just shook my head, heading back to the living room.

"God I wish I was alive and this was not happening," I muttered.

"What so you just don't like us anymore?"

"That's not it Dan,"

"Well your frustrated so it is,"

"No! It's the goddamn fact that I can't do shit anymore! I died for some douche wanting to take me home and fuck me and now he's fucking my best friend! My dad is dead and my mom is alone and I can't do anything because I'm a fucking ghost! I'M A GODDAMN FUCKING HELPLESS GHOST AND IT'S KILLING ME I JUST CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE I JUST WANT A FUCKING HUG BUT I CAN'T OR--" I was cut off by a warm pressure against me. I glanced around and noticed Dan was hugging me.

At least that shut me up.

I wrapped my arms around him in response and he squeezed me. I could feel it. There it was again.

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

"Thanks," he pulled back and I watched my body flicker back into my normal state. "I just...I want to do something normal with you guys,"

"Like what?" Phil asked. I swallowed, thinking for a moment.

"Okay, don't freak out, but how would you feel if I turned you guys into angels?"

Beating the meat~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ~ deg deg 

and now, a thought out rant by @Calybear7 on james and the giant peach:

James and the Giant Peach makes me want to die. I mean a bunch of seagulls flying a giant ass Peach I don't think so. And singing?! WHERE DID THE SPIDER GET 8 BOOTS?! AND GLOVES?! AND A BERET?? WHAT DRUGS IS JAMES ON?! HOW TF DOES THE SPIDER OWN A CLUB?! WHAT CONTRACTOR HOLLOWS OUT A PEACH PIT TO LIVE IN?! WHAT ABOUT TAXES?! I DON'T PAY PEACH PIT TAXES HOLY FUCK!

Renter:yes I'd like a peach pit

Me:

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WHAT DRUGS PLS I NEED TO KNOW?!