oh no, he's on fire!
Oneshots, of Sorts: Philisnotonfire- Cold ForeverScreams echoed throughout the maze, causing a little shreik of my own as I ran down the dirt path. "Phil!" I yelled. "Goddammit, Phil! Where are you!" We thought a haunted corn maze on Halloween would be perfect. We thought it'd be fun to go and see what people have come up with.Oneshots, of Sorts: Philisnotonfire- Cold Forever by Angel-in-Hiding
We thought wrong.
As soon as we set foot on the premises of dried up leaves and packed soil, I felt fear and excitement. I literally ran up to the gate, startling the person at the ticket booth with my sudden appearence and bought two tickets for me and Phil.
Phil had stayed back, eyeing the metal arch entrance to the dark maze nervously. "Dan?" He said, fear vibrating in his voice. "Dan, I don't think I can do this."
I paused below the entryway, and looked back at my dearest friend. His nervousness was actually kind of cute, and I couldn't help but smile as he fidgeted with his hands. I wanted to take them and squeeze them and tell him he'll be fine. Instead, I faked a pout and said, "Oh, come on, P
Something Special Ch. 5Title: Something SpecialSomething Special Ch. 5 by summercarntspel
Genre: fluff/mpreg crack!fic
Warnings: mpreg and cuteness
Disclaimer: I do not own amazingphil or danisnotonfire and this is fictional.
A/N: So.... this is overly cute and mushy. And I regret nothing.
"Phil! Pay attention!"
Dan waved his paint brush threateningly at his boyfriend, staring at him and whining, "Stop spacing out! The smell of this stuff is already giving me a headache, and I don't want to have to be in here any longer than absolutely necessary."
The couple was busy painting the spare room, which was in the process of being turned into the nursery. There were a few stray boxes of furniture pieces scattered about the room on top of the old sheets that were draped all over, ready to be built when the painting and wallpapering was finished.
Pouting, Phil allowed a bit of the minty green paint to drip off of the tip of his brush and land on the sheet under him. "I'm sorry! I don't mean to, I'm just tired.... You rolle