In Another Life (Dan and Phil X Reader)

You were calm as you headed into the kitchen the next morning. You knew that you were in the Philiverse. At least these alternate universes had picked up a pattern- it seemed that you switched between the Daniverse and Philiverse every other day. You still weren't sure why. Was there a purpose to you being in these universes? As of right now, it just seemed like you were messing things up. You remembered seeing stories on the Internet about how people's lives had been saved by the Phandom. Those people were probably suffering now. Was it your fault?
You tossed these thoughts around in your head for a while until you were thoroughly stressed out. You decided you would enjoy life with Dan and Phil for a little while longer. Any other phan would do the same thing in your place. Today you wore brighter colors- blue jeans and a neon green top. The outfit reminded you of Phil's bedsheets. But even as you thought about Phil, you also thought about Dan. It seemed you couldn't think of one without also conjuring the other's face in your mind. You hoped that life in the Daniverse was running smoothly.
Phil was already awake, pouring himself some cereal. When he saw you, he grabbed an extra bowl.
You yawned. "You're so full of energy in the morning, Phil. I don't know how you do it." "It's the sun!" Phil replied almost instantaneously. "You know, the sun provides energy, and it motivates me. Maybe I'm solar powered." You giggled. "Then I guess I'm star powered because I'm more energetic at night." "Oh, I like night too," Phil replied. "I just like all times of the day." Another yawn escaped your lips. "I wish I could be that optimistic."
"Well, you will be soon!" Phil said excitedly. "I have a surprise for you." You smiled. "I don't need any surprises. I have everything I need right here." "Okay, if you don't want to know, I won't tell you," Phil said teasingly. "Well now you've piqued my interest so you have to tell me!" you protested. "What is it?"
Phil reached behind him and picked up two thin slips of paper, which he then placed into your hand. You studied them for a moment before your eyes blurred over with excitement. "Oh my God. Phil. Seriously. Tell me you did not actually do this!"
"Of course I did," Phil replied. "It's... A late Christmas present! Well, it's kind of a present to myself as well, since I have one too... But I hope you like it!"
"Are you kidding?! Phil, I love it!"
You held in your hands two tickets to a Panic! At the Disco concert. Phil had gotten you both front row seats, right behind the mosh pit. You couldn't even imagine how expensive those tickets were. "This is so amazing! But oh gosh, I don't have anything to wear!" You checked the date on the tickets. Tonight at 7:00.
"Phil! What am I going to wear?" "Relax! You'll look beautiful in anything." You coughed, embarrassed. "Well, not in anything..." Phil let his spoon clink down into his cereal, and strode over to you with urgency. He tilted your head up towards him and looked at you with intensity. "Yes. In anything. Why don't you believe that?"
You tried to remember how to breathe. "Well, I'm not exactly the prettiest girl, you know?" Phil looked physically hurt by your words, as if you'd just slapped him. "(Y/N). I don't know what you see when you look in the mirror, but when I look at you, I see a beautiful, funny, and kind-hearted girl. Okay?" You nodded, becoming even more embarrassed at the fact that you were now fighting back tears. "Wow. Um, okay."

You searched frantically in your closet for something to wear, but found nothing that was suitable to how you wanted to look. Finally you decided to just wear a Panic! t-shirt and your black jeans. You'd worn these jeans in the Daniverse yesterday, but in the Philiverse they were clean. Weird, but convenient.
You and Phil had some time to kill before the evening show, although you could barely contain your excitement. The true excitement factor was the thought of seeing the gorgeous and talented Brendon Urie in person. You knew the whole Death Of A Bachelor album by heart, and knew that you'd be singing along at the top of your lungs. Of course, there were also old favorites to look forward to. You knew that Phil's personal favorite was I 抖阴社区 Sins Not Tragedies, along with most other Panic! fans. It was almost impossible not to love the catchy song that first made the band popular.
"(Y/N), what are you doing?" Phil asked with a laugh as you danced into the kitchen, your headphones in your ears and your Panic! playlist on repeat. "GETTING PUMPED UP!" you shouted, barely able to hear your YouTuber over the music. "Don't you want to get some work done today?" "WHAT?!?! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
You took the headphones out of your ears. Your voice was already hoarse from shouting, and you wanted to save it so that you could sing later. "I said, maybe you want to get some work done? You know, filming and video stuff. We do have a whole day to waste until the concert," Phil commented.
You'd been working a lot on filming and editing in the Daniverse, but had barely touched a camera in the Philiverse. You needed to do some catching up.
"Oh. Right!"
While you and Dan worked together on video games and comedy routines, you'd found out that in this universe you and Phil worked together on semi-professional movies. You even wrote actual scripts. Your YouTube channel had millions of subscribers, and some pretty good content.
"Any ideas for our next video?" you asked Phil as you began piling your laptop and video equipment on to the couch.
"I was thinking comedy, as usual, but with an action twist. Like aliens or something." You broke out into a huge grin. "Aliens?" "Yes, but really silly aliens. Like, all they want to do is come to Earth and steal all of our hamsters." You nodded and wrote some notes on your laptop. "That's brilliant. (Y/N) and Phil, the ultimate hamster protectors."
"By the way, when are we getting a hamster?" Phil asked, looking at you with pleading ocean eyes. You knew he'd always wanted one. You shrugged. "You got me Panic! tickets. We can get a hamster, if you want." "Yay!" Phil said. "Okay, I was thinking we could get six hamsters. Then we could name them all after ice cream flavors-" "What! Phil, I said one hamster. We can't take care of six!"
Phil looked absolutely heartbroken, and you just couldn't handle the sad look on his face. "I can't believe this. Okay. Let's get six hamsters."

You named them Oreo, Caramel, Chocolate, Vanilla, Swirl, and Rocky (for Rocky Road.)
You had to admit that they were cute, but you still couldn't believe that you'd gone into a pet shop with Phil Lester and bought all six hamsters that they had. The pet shop owner seemed convinced that you were trying to breed and sell hamsters. "We're not trying to run a hamster breeding mill here," you tried to explain. "Phil just really loves hamsters."
By the time you'd purchased them all bedding and a cage big enough to fit, it was starting to get dark out. You'd had to leave all of your new friends to go to the concert, but you knew seeing Brendon Urie perform would be well worth it. "Good-bye Rocky," Phil said. He'd already identified Rocky, the hamster with brown pebble-shaped spots, as his favorite. Seeing Phil like this reminded you of an old video game you used to play, called Petz Hamsterz or something like that. The point of the game was essentially to collect as many hamsters as possible. "You'd be a Petz Hamsterz master," you told Phil as the two of you were heading out the door. "Huh?" he asked, confused. "Just remind me to show you that game some time," you answered.
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Phil really had gotten the two of you some amazing seats. You were so close that you could read the brand name on the drum set.
Brendon Urie put on an awesome show, doing back flips all over the stage whenever he got the chance. Unlike most artists, his voice was even better live than it was in studio recordings. You sang every single song and you never stood still, constantly tapping your feet to the music or dancing about wildly.
Phil was clearly excited but a bit more reserved about showing it, although you managed to convince him to sing I 抖阴社区 Sins with you when Panic! performed it as the final song.
After the band finished and the crowd began to disperse, you tried to make a beeline for the exit. You could sometimes be claustrophobic and didn't want to get stuck amidst all those warm bodies. Phil gently grabbed your wrist and motioned for you to hang back.
You looked at him in confusion, but he just shook his head. You waited until most of the stands had cleared out. "Phil? What's wrong?"
Without any explanation, Phil leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. You were shocked for a moment, but eventually let yourself melt into the kiss. Phil was gentle, holding one of your hands and placing the other behind the back of your head. As soon as it had begun, it was over.
"Okay, let's head home now," Phil said, moving out into the crowd. "Phil, what-" You were confused, and your thoughts were full of Brendon Urie's amazing voice, the taste of Phil, and, in the back of your mind, there was Dan.
You could sense that Phil didn't want to discuss why he'd kissed you. He'd probably done it as a spur of the moment thing. "Phil," you whispered. "Thank you for an amazing night." At first you weren't sure that he'd heard you, but then he gave you a slight nod and pulled you to the exit, your hand still clasped in his.