Lifetime Of Laughter (Danisnotonfire X Reader)

Oh.

You and Dan decided to have a date night. You agreed immediatly. You needed that after the past days. You had decided to go to a small diner in the midst of London. It was small but comfy, kind of reminding you of your old home you grew up in as a child.

As you and Dan walked into the diner, the sweet aroma of food - everything form fries to sweet baked goods - filled you up inside. You immediately felt hungry, not having eaten since a piece of toast for breakfast earlier. You glanced up at Dan. You felt his gorgeous brown eyes  meet your own e/c eyes.

"I love you, y/n." He said. You smiled at him. "You know, I love me too. I'm a pretty great person if a do say so myself," you teased, flipping your hair playfully. He laughed, rolling his eyes. You grinned. "Table for two, please. Preferably booth?" You said to the waitress waiting to seat you. She nodded, smiling slightly. "Not a problem, ma'am. Here you are," she said, walking you to your booth. You allowed yourself to sink into your surroundings. The booth itself was made of a wood frame. The squishy, red padding on it reminded you of when you would go to diners with your mother when you were little, your chubby toddler hands immediatly grabbing the crayons, excited to color on the kids menu. You sighed. You missed your mother with all of your heart. Well, at least you looked like her. It was one of the only pieces of her that you had left after her murder. Yes, murder. Your mind sunk into her last days.

You were six years old...however, you remembered it as though it was yesterday. Her abusive ex-husband, the man she was married to before she met your father, had 'stopped by for a little visit.' Your last true memory of your mother was her telling you to go. Go anywhere but there.

"Y/n, sweetheart, please. Leave. A man...a bad, bad man might come in here. This mean man may try to hurt you. I dont want you to be hurt, so why dont you go into your room, or anywhere but here sweetie. Please. Can you do that for mommy?" She had said.

You, being the stubborn toddler you were, had insisted on staying. You hid behind the couch. You remember the door as it fell to the ground. You remember his large, disgusting, beefy hands colliding with her small frame, her innocent face grimacing in pain, begging for him to stop. You... just sat there. There was nothing you could have done. You watched your mother go in the hands of this murderer. You, however, snuck upstairs and called 911. He was caught and adventually send to prison.

You snapped out of your train of thought as Dan sat down across from you. You felt your eyes heat up slightly before fading away. That was the past. It was over. Now, you had Dan by your side. You felt so, so safe with him...so loved, more so than any time before your mother. Your foster parents had been great to you, and you considered them your family, but you could never bring yourself to love them as much as you felt you were obligated to. Dan, however, you loved more than anyone alive in this world.

You smiled gently at him. "I love you, Dan," you said lightly.

"I love me too. Im a pretty cool guy. I mean, I have 6mil on YouTube so like...get rekt," he said, putting your head playfully. You laughed, letting the joy take over your emotion.

You each ordered some sandwiches, you getting your favorite meat, and Dan getting a pulled pork sandwich. You ate, keeping up light conversation throughout the night. You ran into a couple fans, and took a few pictures. It never didn't amaze you how great it felt when people actually recognised you. It made you feel significant in this world.

Everything went smoothly until you noticed a napkin flutter onto your lap. You looked around, uncertain as to where it could of come from. You picked it up to notice that there was something written on it. You raised an eyebrow, turning it around to read the message. You concentrated on the note, written in a handwriting unfamiliar to you. It read as follows.

'Get out, before I make you regret ever stepping foot into this place...or my life.'

Your heart dropped into your stomach as it all made sense. This wasn't an ordinary or fake message. The man who wrote this was capable of much more than his looks may have implied. You took a deep breath, glancing around the crowded restaurant before your eyes met his. He smirked, giving you a little wave with his beefy hand. You stood up immediatly, grabbing Dan's hand. His innocent face looked up at you, his cheeks were stuffed with a huge bite of his sandwich that he now regretted taking. He tried to say, "what's wrong?" But ended up saying something along the lines of. "wharrens thong?" You stifled a laugh. "We need to get out of here." You grabbed $50 out of your wallet, placing it on the table. A waitress walked by, a confused look on her face. "Is everything ok here...?" She asked sweetly. You glanced over at him, and as you did he gave you the 'dont you dare' look. You looked awau quickly. "Uhm...no. Nothing is wrong. We just have an...emergency at home. Yeah. Our pet hamster Striker died," you said. "We have to go. Keep the change," you said, handing her a ten dollar bill. You grabbed Dan, him grabbing his sandwich and cradling it in his arms as you dragged him alone.

He finally swallowed his bite as you were walking through the exit. "What happened, y/n?" He asked. "Dan...we're in danger."

You launched into story mode, but this storytime most definatly was not clickbait.