Author's Note: This is the companion-piece to my Cass's Collection Marvel edition. This is a collection of one-shots that have nothing to do with each other (unless it's stated as a "Part 2") that I wrote for Tumblr but wanted to publish here as well. (To keep the rating down, I have censored Dan's mouth in as believable a way as possible.)
1) Four AM Cuddles
Usually when I went to England I stayed with some family friends just outside London—but I'd spent so much time at Dan and Phil's apartment filming collabs that before I knew it, we'd all had dinner together and it was after dark so I felt scared to go out on the city alone to get to my friends' home. Luckily, I'd kinda anticipated this would happen so I hadn't taken my toothbrush, hairbrush, and extra set of clothes out of my backpack from the flight over the Atlantic Ocean. My aunt had always told me to keep an extra set of clothing in my carry-on in case the flight company lost my checked bag.
So, Dan and Phil were kind enough to let me stay on the sofa-bed for the night. As I trotted up the stairs into the office after brushing my teeth, Dan and Phil followed me, each carrying a blanket or two. They helped me settle in for the night. "Will you be comfortable enough?" Dan asked.
I shrugged. "Yeah. It's just for the night."
"Alright. Well, we'll leave you to get to bed—assuming you have the sleep schedule of a normal person," Phil remarked.
I laughed and gave them both one-armed hugs. "I'll say goodbye tonight since I do, in fact, have a somewhat normal sleep schedule and you two will probably still be asleep by the time I get up to go back to my friends' home so I'll let myself out." They both chuckled as they trotted down the short set of steps and went off into their rooms. Once they were gone, I closed the door and pulled my trousers off to be more comfortable and slipped between the blankets. Because I was still exhausted from travelling—despite like the whole day I spent resting to get over my jet lag—I passed out almost immediately.
My dreams were convoluted—which would make a great video to tell the Internet about later—but I was woken up by something noisy like seven hours after I'd gone to sleep. Glancing at my watch (which I modified since I'd be in England for a while), I saw it was four in the morning, England-time. I rubbed my sore eyes and sat up, wondering what the heck had woken me up.
"No! No! Get off my bees!" Dan's voice was shouting from the lounge. I scrunched my eyebrows, put my trousers back on, and wrapped my shoulders in one of the blankets. Slowly I plodded down the stairs and stumbled into their lounge. "Stop with your stupid bananas!"
"What's goin' on?" I slurred tiredly.
I heard Dan clear his throat. "Er… I'm playing Mario Kart against some people in Japan," he muttered. I smiled tiredly. "Sorry. Did I wake you up?"
"Yes. Why are you aggressively shouting at the TV? They can't hear you," I muttered, flopping onto the sofa next to him. I was too tired to care about normal social conventions so I leaned my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes. He wouldn't mind too much—it was his non-dominant right shoulder. I could feel his arm still moving under my face as he steered his character (his Mii) around a course I wasn't familiar with because I didn't actually know this version of the game—I only knew the one on the old Wii not the Wii-U.
"It makes me feel better about losing," Dan commented. I chuckled.
"Okay, Dan. Okay."
"Would you care to play with me?"
"I am way too tired to comprehensively play a video game," I replied.
"Stop it you mother—" He cut himself off from swearing as he got hit with a red shell when he caught sight of me giving him a look with a raised eyebrow out of the corner of his eye. He knew I would tell him off for strong language—"Mind your language! There's a lady present!"—because I always did, if he finished what he was about to say. And he probably would have rather just censor himself than get another one of my skeptical looks and other telling off. Dan cleared his throat as he crossed the finish line in third place and passed me the controller.
"No way," I retorted. "I can't. I'm too tired."
"One race. You versus me, and then I'll let you go back to sleep."
I sighed and took the controller from his hand. He picked up another one and activated it, going back a few screens to go on just me and him. I selected a character—Rosalina—and let him guide me through picking a cart since I had no idea how to play the Wii-U version of the game. "Remember I don't know these courses, so if I somehow end up going the wrong way, don't judge me," I commented.
Dan chuckled. "Don't worry. I won't."
He picked one that he claimed was relatively easy. I yawned widely in response and closed my eyes while I waited for it to load. Once it did and I heard the engines idling, I opened them tiredly and finally lifted my head from Dan's shoulder. "Okay," I said flatly.
I knew that the booster was the same as the old Wii one so I did that, got quite a bit ahead of Dan right out of the gate because he pressed the accelerator too early, and started to steer with my jaw shut tight in concentration. A quick glance at the map helped me quickly figure out the layout of the course so I wouldn't take a corner too hard and end up going backwards. I did the thing I usually did when playing games like this—unfocus my eyes and let my instincts take over. I could hear Dan grumbling inaudibly, sounding frustrated. I snickered under my breath.
After a few minutes of me carefully dodging every single thing he threw at me—literally—I slid around a corner and over the finish line.
Dan cursed loudly.
"Language! You're going to wake up Phil!" I chastised quietly. Dan glared at me while I smirked.
"You silly little kid!" Dan chastised. I glared at him. I was legally an adult and didn't like it when people called me a kid because that meant they weren't taking me seriously. "Phil is the heaviest sleeper in the world! He could sleep through the Polar Express smashing through the house!" I nodded.
"Alright. But mind your language. There's a lady present!"
"Well, then, you're the most un-ladylike lady I've ever met!" he retorted sarcastically.
I shoved him. There was a lot of truth in his statement (sitting with my knees pressed so firmly together they practically melded into one mermaid entity was seriously like the most annoying thing ever), but I also enjoyed acting like a princess sometimes and I knew how to be ladylike and when—because sometimes I could expect to be more casual in social situations. Other times not so much.
I sat up abruptly. "I'm going back to sleep. Good night, Dan," I snapped curtly. He snorted. "I will see you next time I come to London." Tensing to stand up, I moved as though to leave.
"Hang on!" he put in. I looked at him expectantly. He turned to face me properly and gave me the biggest, most smothering hug I'd ever gotten from him. Normally, because he was about as unfit as I was, our hugs were half-hearted and wimpy. But this one was strong-armed and warm. Genuine. He was more than a foot taller than me so even sat down I fit quite comfortably into his arms with the side of my face pressed against his chest. I relaxed tiredly against his body and let out a little coo of contentment. For a moment I had a strong desire to just stay there.
And, before I knew it, I unintentionally fell asleep.
End Note: Most of these will probably be super fluffy. Just sayin'. (*shrugs*)
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~Cass
