Better Than Me

Chapter 11

chapter notes: hey guess what!!! there's smut again! so if you're sensitive or don't like it...just skip! :)

i'm hoping i can get this fic on time with real life once i start winter break and the end of finals next week but we'll see how that goes. i've written up to 2433 words for chapter 15 and i'm close to writing christmas with the lesters but idk if i'll be able to get it posted by actual christmas day which h*ckin' sucks :( i'll try my best though ! <3

as always thank you for all the support, hype, compliments, suggestions, etc. i love you all. and...i need the creator of this chapter cover to dm me for credit lmao.

i did the top nine thingie for instagram and i got 258.5k likes in 2018 which is fucking crazy. i'm sorry i don't make my own content for instagram enough but like i said on there i am so thankful for everyone who supports me and i am so glad i got the confidence to upload my writing to the world because it has definitely paid off. i hope you guys are enjoying my writing and this fic is my babie but i can't wait for the future. my next fic after this...if y'all thought this fic fucks with your emotions, my next one definitely will...

always and forever, (alyssa edwards) floof

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"Okay, I've got the decorations," Phil said, carrying a huge bin into the room. Dan helped him place it not very softly on the ground, then remove the lid, which was barely keeping anything in.

"Holy shit," Dan kneeled to look at all of the decorations inside. There were tinsel and garland overflowing, a box of fairy lights, and many other decorations wrapped in bubble wrap to prevent them from breaking.

"I have another that's just ornaments," Phil heaved, out of breath from the heavy weight of the box. He pushed his fringe back. "I'll go get it, and my tree."

"Okay, I'll help," Dan got up and followed him to one of his apartment closets. Phil handed him the box of ornaments and they carried them out to the living room.

"You're really passionate about Christmas, huh?" Dan said once he set the box down, smiling and walking up to him. He placed his arms over his shoulders, looking up into his eyes.

"Yeah, and what?" Phil chuckled, agreeing to hold him by placing his hands where his back dimples were.

"Nothing, you're just cute with all your decorations and shit," Dan beamed, playing with the collar of Phil's sweater.

"So I'm not cute when I'm not festive?" Phil teased.

"You're always cute," Dan kissed his nose, "Always."

"Somebody's happy right now," Phil smiled.

"Yeah, because you helped me to orgasm, duh. I'm like a Sim that's feeling flirty. I have rose colored glasses on. My heart is swelling," Dan professed.

"How poetic," Phil hugged him, burying his face in the crook of his neck. "What'd you put on TV, bear?"

Dan's heart always felt funny, in a good way, every time Phil called him bear. The word caused his stomach to flutter with butterflies. Its significance was rewritten, he used to dread it because that's what his family called him, but with Phil, it had new meaning.

"Home Alone," Dan answered. "I couldn't find anything else really."

Phil nodded, still holding him and rocking back and forth. Dan giggled, going along with him.

"I really like it when you call me bear," Dan whispered.

"Yeah?" Phil answered. "Is that what most of your family calls you?"